Dreams of Devi

Alwi Nebeng's

"For Devi's sake I'm following off in the morning."

Kulrik Rehan at a glance who is still busy digging his shoes. This morning he was probably very upset with me. Yes, he had to leave early in the morning because you had to take me to Alwi's house as well. It is the basis of Rehan, even though he can also leave school on foot. Wouldn't it be better than going out in the morning with me but with a feeling of arrogance?

"Lho, what's that, sir?" I ask so you bring a bag with a fairly heavy load.

"It's chicken for Mr. Herman."

"Bother how many tails?"

"Two tails. It's the same as her feed." I took a bag of bran and chicken vitamins.

"Bau, Sir." Rehan protested, he closed his nose.

"From that chatter on this Rehan!"

"Don't fight, it's all set, right?" I'm nodding.

"Let's go now."

Just now when we came out of the room the new clock showed six more than ten minutes. It is still too early in my opinion, especially for Rehan who is used to leaving to approach when entering. Yes, you have to take the chicken after driving me, so we left very early.

Slowly he took off the motor and penetrated the foggy morning. It did not take long, finally arrived at the first destination of Rehan school. Ah, pity my sister, the school is still so quiet.

"Come, Re!" I told him to come in first.

"Wait for a friend first, Ma'am. I'm scared inside myself" he replied.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, Re? There's nothing."

"Yes no papa, Ma'am. Yes, I'm the same Mama Devi hunted go!" Well, even though the purpose of the Father did not leave immediately in order to make sure Rehan was not on the side of the road, but instead he still wanted to wait for his friend.

"Yes already, Le. The same father Devi continued again, going to the house of Mr. Herman. Studying hard, huh?" He extended a hand to Rehan. Rehan nodded and kissed the back of the Father's hand.

"Lho, kissed too, dong!" my protest when Rehan just shook without kissing my hand.

"No, Madam Devi's hands smell like onions." I laughed then waved at Rehan. Hmmm, he didn't return my hand. You cuek sister!

The next location is Alwi's house. He just left me in front of the house. Not yet saying hello, Mr. Herman emerged from the house.

"Bak Devi's here, let's go in!"

"Eh, assalamualaikum, sir!" Immediately I approached Mr. Herman not forgetting to kiss his hand.

"Waalaikum salam. Let's sit down, Alwi's still taking his bath. Mas Alwi, look for Ma'am Devi!" Mr. Herman shouted by directing his voice into the house.

"Yes, Pa. Early in the morning, I screamed. Just a minute, Miss Devi!"

"Any, even though he himself was also screaming, yes, Ma'am." Mr. Herman shook his head commenting on Ms. Salma's remarks.

"First, yes, Ma'am. Today must leave in the morning." I nodded, the motor that Alwi usually takes to school was about to be driven by Mr. Herman.

Not long after Mr. Herman left, Alwi came from behind the door but only raised his head.

"Eh, what's up, Al?" I asked a little surprised.

"Well, did you bring my bike, huh?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, Papa why even bring my bike, when I bring Mama's bike." Alwi seemed annoyed with Mr. Herman who had managed to take his motto away.

"Ma, why was it really brought in, anyway?" Alwi protested, apparently Miss Salma came with a tray of milk and setoples of biscuits.

"Yes, Mama doesn't know. Didn't you tell yesterday? While snacking first, Ma'am." Miss Salma put it on the table right in front of me.

"Say, but I don't give permission. How does Alwi go to school?" alwi's Whine on Miss Salma.

"The same as Devi?" mama Salma asked as if asking for my approval.

"Em, it's okay, ma'am," I said. However, it was Alwi who clucked with an annoyed expression.

"You want to use your bike? Uh, can't but. At nine o'clock there is a posyandu event. Same with Devi."

"Yes, wait, yeah, Dev!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sorry, yes, you should be repotted. Where not to wear a uniform, wait a minute. I'll go to the kitchen first, yeah."

"Yes, Mom. Uh, ma'am, this is Father's day."

"What, Ma'am?"

"People are like hers." Ms. Salma took the sack with the chicken I was holding.

"Oh, this is because of Papa. Must be Mr. Basir thinking. How much does it cost, Mommy?"

"Say you let it cook, Mom."

"Oh, no. It's merchandise. I'll give you the money."

"Yes already. Say hello to Mr. Basir, say thank you, yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, Mom.

"Yes, it's Mum going to the kitchen again, yeah."

I took one biscuit and dipped it in the milk that Miss Salma had given me. It's yummy! but I feel bad. While waiting for Alwi, I was busy observing the small flowers that adorned the grounds of Bu Salma. I often find these flowers in the homes of my neighbors. However, the condition is not so well maintained that it is not attractive. Ms. Salma and Mr. Herman must have been very diligent in watering and caring for her.

There are virgin sites, four o'clock flowers, sun, roses, paper flowers, and kerokot flowers. Very anxious, the flowers are each planted in a pot indicates if the owner is really in caring for it. Hmm, I feel like I want to kidnap one of them.

"Sir, this will be for Ms. Devi. Mas Alwi has given me my own." Ms. Salma put something in a plastic bag on the table.

"Lho, what's that, Mom?" I approached Ms. Salma.

"Fried rice. Eaten, yes."

"Why bother, anyway, Mom?"

"No hassle. Miss Devi look at the flowers?"

My hunch was bad, for sure after this Miss Salma offered me to bring one of them home. Not the PD, but in my previous experience, I think it will happen.

"Like to see, Mom," I replied.

"Wait to go home to school, I brought you. What do you want?" Nah, kan.

"No, Mom.

"No papa."

I understand that the Alwi family is so kind to my family. It used to be Mr. Herman and Mr. had one school and became a playmate. To be more certain I don't know, which is clear that's all I know.

"Let's get in the bag, Ma'am!" Ms. Salma came up to me and opened my back bag which was already full of books.

"Udah doesn't fit, take it, yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

"His milk eliminated. Mas Alwi also had a drink, really, earlier. Let's be more powerful."

"Yes, Mom. I will surely end it. Are you done cooking?" I asked as Ms. Salma sat on the chair.

"Already, just wash the dishes. Still lazy."

"Ma, Alwi left first, yes!" Alwi out of the house with the condition is neat, just not wearing shoes.

"Yes, careful. It's in the bag, yeah."

"okay, Mama. Thank you." Thank you." Alwi kissed both cheeks of Ms. Salma alternately. I would have done the same thing if Mom had still been there.

"Dev, go! Why bengong?" asked Alwi to surprise me.

"Eh, yes. I'll take a moment, Mom." I shook Miss Salma's hand.

"Yes, I'll go home from school remember Mama, yes, Mas. Devi's mom wants Mama to give flowers."

"Okay, Ma."

"The key's still on the bike, Al."

"Lho, am I driving?" alwi asked while putting the shoes on her feet.

"Yes a bonceng chick. You are, Mas." Alwi grimaced at her mother's comment.

Alwi walked over to get the motor out of the garage. I picked up the glass that still contained a little milk earlier. I was a little hesitant, Ms. Salma seemed to be watching me for the drink to be consumed.

"Well, good to spend."

"Yes, Mom, hehehe."

"Let's go up, Dev!"

"Nyalain first, Al. The starter can't!"

I intentionally wanted to prank Alwi. I'm sure he can't start my bike. Yes, the bike can't be friendly in some people.

"Difficult, Dev. You gini every day?" ask Alwi.

"Male can't do that? Weak!" ledek Bu Salma's.

"It's hard, you know, Ma."

Alwi got away from my bike and handed over his complaint earlier. Hmm, thankfully my bike is submissive. Just once I tried to light up.

"Come, Al." Now I'm the one who handed the bike to Alwi so that he drives it.

"Be careful, yeah."

"Go ahead, Mom. Assalamualaikum."