Dreams of Devi

Bu Sukma

"Thank you, Dev." Alwi who gave my thumbs up with a similar thing.

I thank him too. I don't know how much pocket money he brought, could-can buy two servings of rujak cingur and mixed ice eaten on the spot. Not to mention he added each of the same two menu portions to pack, he said to Rehan and Ms. Salma. Perhaps the other reason why Alwi was so moody was because of hunger. The proof after being full he looked so sumringah.

"I'm straight home, yeah, Al. Thanks for the deal." I waved to Alwi before I finally returned home.

Like yesterday, you are preparing a motorbike along with a bag that will be used as a chicken container later. Rehan seemed to be playing around in the courtyard with no friends at all. My sister was too sensitive, seeing that there was a package hanging on the front of the bike she knew. He cheered and then chased me.

"Bak Devi! Bring what?"

I didn't heed Rehan's screams. Rehan kept following me who was still leading the bike into the kitchen. You could advise Rehan, he said sorry I just came home was just pulled.

"What's up, Re?" I pretended not to know.

"What's Devi's mother carrying?"

"Motorized?"

"That's on the crackle, Madam Devi brought a lot of snacks."

"What, tho, Le? Ma'am Devi you know just me give a little pocket money. Go home instead you ask for snacks," said the father who also entered the kitchen but the purpose is to take drinking water.

"Don't ask for a snack, sir. That's, Rehan saw Madam Devi bring a lot of junk, huh." Rehan pointed at the package I put on the hanger that was under the handlebar of the motor.

"So this loving Alwi. Rujak cingur same ice mix. Same old man Rehan ate, yeah. Devi had eaten there with Alwi, really," I explained to Mr and Rehan.

"Not spicy, is it?" Rehan may be so vigilant this time. Tumben, he's afraid of spicy food.

"Fear it's spicy?" godaku's.

"Fear of diarrhea."

"Just be calm, the chili was just that one."

"Seriously?"

"Specific to you! Come, Sir. I eat too, yeah."

I approached Rehan who was eating the food. While they were eating, I went into the room to change clothes. My uniform, tomorrow is still worn again, yes time my uniform is worn for daily activities?

Upon arrival in the room, my mood was shattered. Some days the rain is so strong. Many clothes are not dry until it takes a long time to be a decent condition to fold. Unfortunately at this time my clothes were dry from clothesline to be folded and so many in number, while I was so lazy.

After replacing the school uniform with a t-shirt, I put my clothes in the basket. I have not been interested in folding the clothes even neatly arranged in the closet. Finally I chose to approach Rehan and Father who were in the kitchen.

"It's over, Re?"

Rehan nodded and showed that the oil paper wrap of the ginger had been empty. Rehan closed his mouth, he slipped burped loudly beside the Father.

"Don't refute that kind of burp, yeah, Le." Rehan just nodded.

Rehan then took the bowl for his mixed ice container. She was so enthusiastic, the drink was one of her favorites. I remember poor Rehan. There used to be a neighbor who gave me a pack of mixed ice. Unfortunately, just now the drink was about to be moved, it had already fallen and broke fused with the ground.

"Be careful, Re. Will not fall so drink kayak first, you know."

"Be careful, Mother. It would be a shame to fall a second time. If it falls I'll ask for more tomorrow." Rehan laughing. Ah, sneaky.

"You drink first, Le. If you want to, ask for it!"

"Enak, Sir. Here's Mr. Rehan bribe."

I want to laugh, Rehan and Dad look romantic at the moment. Tumben Father obey the will of his son. Try if I ask that, surely you do not mengubrisnya.

"Sand, Basir!"

The father immediately stepped up from his seat as soon as he heard the sound of screaming from outside. I'm just guessing the guy outside is having trouble with you. He came forward to approach someone.

"Don't you wonder who called you earlier?" ask Rehan.

"No, no." Actually the taste of kepo is already in the crown. However, it is impossible to follow and interfere with your business with others.

"Within the house, yes, Mom! Not good to see the neighbors." I pulled the hand of the woman who was screaming. Oh, it turns out that Bu Sukma and his son, Mas Dito.

"You sell sick chicken, right? Come on, be honest with you!" Well, just came hastened.

"For God's sake, Mom. The chicken I sell is always healthy. Here I also give vitamins regularly," explained the Father with an expression of fear that is so obvious.

"If it's really healthy, why did the chicken I bought from you die this morning?" Bu Sukma ruffled his waist with a terrible look.

"It's possible that around Mom's house there are chickens who get the disease as well. Like it's fast transmission, ma'am."

Mas Dito looked down, maybe he was embarrassed to have a mother like Bu-Suk, I mean Bu Sukma. Bu Sukma is like that character, he is not calm if he sees the neighbors proceed to succeed. Maybe now he feels rivaled, Bu Sukma is also selling cut chicken. It could be that he hates because many buy chicken in the Father.

"No way, I'm sure what you're selling is a sick chicken."

"Mom, yup, yuk. Mending us to go home." Bu Sukma brushed off the hand of Mas Tito who was trying to hold his shoulder.

"No need to know, just have to compensate."

"What compensation, anyway, sir?" I can't be quiet this time.

"Repair the dead mother's chicken."

"Mother has bought it, it belongs to Mother and it is not the responsibility of the Father anymore. Yes, if you die, it could be because you are not serious about taking care of him. Don't think I don't know, do you, Mom? Mother deliberately will make rumors like gini continue to rumble to citizens so that no one buys you merchandise? That's, isn't it, Mom's goal?"

Whisper what makes me dare to say that. Even Ms. Sukma doesn't seem to believe me if I say that. He thinks I can just shut up?

"Little boy knows what you are?"

"Know, I, Mom. The mother did not like to see the neighbors pioneering business. It's just envy, isn't it, Mom?"

"What, anyway? More and more to talk about."

"Mother who digresses. I love to kill people. Older people should be thinking a lot, Mom. No one knows how much they act. Mas Dito, Bu Sukma immediately brought home."

"Come, Mom. We're home!" Dito pulled Bu Sukma's hand again.

"Go home, Mom. Until anytime, Devi is not sincere if asked for compensation. It's none of our business anymore."

"Well, let's go home, Dit!" This time, Bu Sukma wanted to take her home first