Dreams of Devi

Gumptuous

Rehan came to me when Bu Sukma came home with an expression of piety. Even I almost laughed as the middle-aged woman behaved like a child due to walking stomping loudly. Just a little boy when not bought his mother's candy.

"Tomorrow again if the Bu-Suk family buys a beloved rooster, yes, sir," I said to you not to be offended.

"Yesterday's father didn't think about it, either, Nduk. Kirain Bu Sukma really needs chicken, so I love you."

"Father knows himself, right, Bu Sukma was very envious of neighbors whose business was rame. I remember Bu Sukma until the fight of Bu Dira Sama Bu Mega."

"What he said was that Bu Mega said that the meatballs were used by Bu Dira?" My sister was connected once when invited ghibah.

"Well, that's actually Bu Mega didn't say that. Bu Sukma made up a story. Poor thing, because of that Bu Dira and Bu Mega had been quiet with each other. Neighborhood, right."

"That's it, Nduk, Le. It's over, it's not good to bring it up again" the Father advised me and Rehan.

"Em, sorry, sir. So sorry for the same Bu Sukma."

"Don't get used to gossiping people, yeah. You never taught, did you? You never taught me that, did you?" Rehan and I were silent at the words of the Father.

"Sir, the drinking water's gone. If you do not bother to ask for help boil water in the furnace, yes. You're gonna take the chicken."

"Okay, sir."

"What do you cook? I forgot to buy vegetables."

"Bikin nasi goreng aja, kayaknya delicious," said Rehan.

"Yes, I'll make fried rice tonight."

"Father left first, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

I don't eat anymore, my stomach is full. Rehan is still engrossed in enjoying the mixed ice, it may not be cold anymore at this time. Can-can just eat ice while participating in archery.

"The wood's a little wet, Ma'am. Mr. yesterday said that the tile was leaking continuously in the wood," said Rehan once he knew I put small wood into the furnace.

It will be a little difficult to light the furnace. The wood provided by the Father in wet conditions. Even if there is wood outside, the condition is even worse.

Fortunately, you always prepare kerosene or diesel to facilitate the process of ignition of the furnace. I poured enough solar into the wood that was already in the mouth of the furnace. I lit a fire on a piece of paper and ignited it into the wood.

"Astaghfiullah!" I almost fell in shock.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"So give solar mostly. The fire was huge, Re."

"Eat him not much, Ma'am. Rubbish fuel too, right?" Well, it's Rehan's talk.

Yeah how else. If you use a little solar, the fire is only lit briefly and very small. Well, it also managed to burn with a large fire, at this time the wood was only just a puff of smoke.

I coughed because the fire did not burn and the smoke that formed I breathed. Ah, if this is how I'm lazy. Who would you like to ask for help? Rehan certainly can't.

"Try using bamboo rinses, Ma'am. I think it's pretty dry."

"Where's the bamboo?"

"The hoard below. Try the mahogany that was moved or moved."

"Re, you rather than talking, help me. From earlier I was busy yourself you even delicious to drink mixed ice. Let's help here!"

"Yes, yes, Ma'am. Ma'am, there's a car coming into our yard. I saw first who came, yes," said Rehan, who I thought was lying.

"No, no, Ma'am. The guy got out of the car and kept coming here."

I, who had been busy with squatting positions, finally stood up to confirm Rehan's words.

"It's a fire or what, anyway? So much smoke. Assalamualaikum!" Well, that's Miss Salma's voice. There's a need for what else to come here.

"Waalaikum salam. Ms. Salma went straight to the house, not in the kitchen. Kitchen's dirty!" prevent me from kissing Miss Salma's hand.

"Mother wants to see Devi's kitchen too. Time can't?"

"Rehan, Saliman used to be with Miss Salma!" my orders are to Rehan who was just sculpting. He obeyed my words.

"Who's here, Mom?"

"Alwi with her papa. They're again pouring flowers."

I ran straight to the front of the house. The back side of the car that was not visible from the kitchen made me curious. It turned out that there was Mr. Herman and Alwi who were taking down about ten pots of plants from his house.

"That's not enough, Ma'am?" Miss Salma was standing next to me.

"A lot of it, Mom. One or two pots is enough."

"Yes, I'm confused as to which flower you like. That's why I brought all of them."

"Thank you, Mom."

"So morning, I came home. If you're out of school, stop by first. Mas Alwi at least ngingetin Mbak Devi earlier." I just laughed. I forgot too.

"Same, Dev. Special flowers request you," said Alwi who looked annoyed. I thought she was at home being her mother's moons.

"Thank you, Al. Very good, deh. I'll make you a drink."

I'm authorized to go back to the kitchen. Rehan was still there, I told him to buy ice cubes and bread. Maybe the sweet iced tea was pretty interesting this afternoon. Although it was only a few pots, I'm sure Alwi and Mr. Herman felt tired of moving the plant.

Well, it turns out Rehan has managed to light the furnace earlier. He had also put two pots side by side to boil water. I thought he was just quietly enjoying the ice, it turned out to be reliable as well.

Soon the tea I made was ready. The ice cubes and bread that Rehan bought were already there. I asked Rehan to take her out to be a treat. Tumben Rehan didn't protest much and immediately complied with my request.

"Mbak Devi why bother, let's have a chat outside."

Ms. Salma held a large bag and put it on the table. I don't know what he was carrying, which obviously looks like some cardboard that is usually used as a food container.

"Not cooked, right? This is you bring a little food." Ms. Salma made up the boxes. There are three boxes in total.

"Mom asked Devi not to bother, but Mother herself even bothered to bring food," I always told Ms. Salma because she felt awkward.

"It's roasted chicken, this box it's other side dishes, keep these leftover pastries this morning. But still worth it, really. It's a pity that no one is eating at home" explained Ms. Salma pointing at each box.

"The one from the Father?" Reflex I asked so, just curious.

"Yes, two tails cooked all. Emang Mr. Herman if there is such a will, ask to be followed directly."

"Yes, thank you, yes, ma'am. Here's the bread let me take you outside, yeah."

"Yes, not papa."

Ms. Salma and I went back to the terrace to chat there. We just chatted lightly and sometimes with jokes. Not long after, my father also came home. Mr. Herman is getting more comfortable if there is a father. Meanwhile, I saw Alwi who was getting bored, very tired.