Dreams of Devi

Insomniacs

"Sir Herman why bother coming here? I can also actually just pick up Devi," said the father broke the silence that occurred a few moments after the exciting chat ended.

Yes, Mr and both of Alwi's parents have just discussed my and Alwi's future. Not that future, I mean the future for school after graduating Junior High. It turns out that you are still determined to send me to the pesantren.

Maybe Alwi or his family felt my sadness about the plan to the Father. Mr. Herman even tried to persuade the Father to send me to school with Alwi at the same High School. However, your decision is unanimous. Father said that he had wondered to one of his friends who had managed to enter his son into the boarding school. Yeah, after you told me that, everyone kept quiet.

"It's okay, sir. I also want to send my wife to shop. You don't have to feel sad" replied Mr. Herman.

"Thank you then."

"Say the business of selling chicken kampung, yes, sir?" ask Mr. Herman again.

"Yes, Sir. If there is a message I can find. If anyone is selling, I'll buy too. Than idle, sir." Father smiled.

Mr. Herman and Mr. Herman are still continuing the conversation, Ms. Salma occasionally chimed in. I pulled Alwi to go to the kitchen. I asked him to help prepare a potluck meal.

"What's up, Dev? I'm not saying anything just play pull!" alwi complained while releasing his hand from my grip.

"Help me with food. But I just have instant noodles like tempeh, anyway." I smile.

"Not bother, Dev. Didn't you bring food from home?" I grimaced, I almost forgot about it.

"Eh, but when is the food from the guest being given to the guest again?" I laugh.

"Yes, not papa, Dev."

"Yes, that's me suguhin again, but later I add tempe fried same noodles if that's it."

I then took the pot and filled it with water. I prepared the water to boil four packs of instant noodles which fortunately were available. Alwi followed me, I realized and I felt uncomfortable.

"Why keep going?" my many.

"I'm confused about what to do" he replied.

"Can you make instant noodles?" Alwi.

"You're making noodles, I'm ready for the fried tempe."

It didn't take long, the two meals were ready to be served. I asked Alwi to put it on the front of the mat I had already put on. Fortunately, my friend did not babble much when I told him constantly.

"Dev, don't forget the message" Alwi said before leaving me for the living room. Oh, that's a great idea.

After a while, the sambal that Alwi asked for was ready. Complementary food with dominant spicy flavor I brought to catch up with his friends. The faithful Alwi became my assistant carrying a teapot and a few glasses in a tray.

"Sir, Mom, let's eat first. Just like that, yeah. That was even the food that you brought was served again," said the father.

Ms. Salma and Mr. Herman seemed to be nudging each other. I understand things like that. Understandably, the habits of the people in my village if there are guests, it is not uncommon for hosts to always offer to eat. The incident that was done by Mr. Herman and Ms. Salma naturally occurred if the guest was already in a state of fullness but felt uneasy because the owner of the house had prepared food.

"eat a little, Papa, sir, ma'am. As a condition," added the Father again.

"Let's eat, Al!" I pulled Alwi to sit on the mat, he became a submissive figure earlier.

"How much do you eat?" I asked as I put a piece of rice on the plate.

"That's for me?" ask Alwi.

"Udah, that's enough!"

"You want what side dish? Chicken opor?" bargain again.

"Wear the fried noodles just like sambal, fried tempeh do not forget."

"Sir, Mom, let's eat! This Alwi has eaten, you know," I said trying to persuade both parents Alwi.

"Mother also ate. Which rehan?" Ah, the nature of my chrysalis has finally appeared.

"Rehan is still in the mosque, soon to be home. Later, Nduk!"

"Come, Ma!" Mr. Herman got up from his seat and approached me and Alwi. My father did the same.

"Well, mama Devi's champ, huh?" Mr. Herman immediately focused on my sambal.

"Come, Ma. The sambal that I was, you know. Mama's not interested?" Miss Salma finally joined in.

I thought the food wasn't going to run out. Thank goodness there was nothing left. Rehan had also eaten, he came home shortly after the people in the living room started eating.

At nine o'clock in the evening Mr. Herman finally said goodbye. It seems like the plan to shop just failed. Alwi and Ms. Salma also seemed to not mind when Mr. Herman invited them directly home.

After Mr. Herman and his family came home, I kept the plates and utensils used for the meal. Father and Rehan also helped me, they cleaned the garbage and folded the mat that became the base when eating earlier.

"Just be washed tomorrow, Nduk. Now it's time to rest" said the father surprised me. Yes, I was alone in the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir. I want to sleep too, so tired."

You left me again. After the kitchen I went back to the living room. Now the condition is pretty clean. Rehan had entered his room, my sister must have been very sleepy.

"Make the door locked, Nduk."

I did the orders from Father. After making sure everything was locked, I immediately went into my room. Hmmm, I want to go to bed soon.

Just lying down for a while, my drowsiness suddenly disappeared. I want to go to sleep soon, but I don't think my eyes are closed. Especially now that my stomach condition is really bad. Who told you to eat still?

I tried to sit down and grab my book. I want to read the stories I've made up on that thing. Sometimes I miss the old me, I can always take the time to write. For now I seem to quit my hobby, yes, I'm a slacker.

"I turned out great, yeah. I can write a story like that apparently," I murmured after reading one story. If I hadn't written it, I might have forgotten that I could have made a story that I found very interesting myself.

"Well, it'll be eleven o'clock. Why not sleep, anyway!" I grumbled to myself.

"Say if reading is sleepy, why not, huh?"

The writing in the book made me even more interested in reading it. In fact, a little sleepy no one stopped by. Maybe I misread the book.

I put the book down and immediately picked up the origin of the textbook. Why is it so fitting for an IPA book?

I stretch my muscles to prepare myself before reading. Good, I haven't opened the book yet, I yawned first. It's still my question from the past, why do textbooks seem to be spoiling?

My sleepiness has finally arrived. I'm the most anti-sleep. Despite being sleepy, I still realized to turn off the lights and make the bed. Until almost the morning I woke up, after all was done I lay down and prayed.