Dreams of Devi

Shiham 2

"Son, stop for a second!"

I stopped my bicycle as a mother shouted at me. The woman in her 30s approached me. I'm confused, did that mother mispronounce people?

"You went to school there, right? Wait a minute, will you?" I nodded, I really don't understand.

"Son, let's not be long. This is what your friend is waiting for!" The mother screamed.

"Yes, Ma."

Soon a boy came out with his bicycle. Once I knew the mother's child, I immediately felt lazy. It turns out Syiham, the younger brother of the class who is always a subscription to teacher nagging.

"Eh, Mama why call Devi?" asked Shiham who was also astonished.

"You know each other?"

"He's my upperclassman, Ma."

"It's good that way. This is Mama who stopped her. Anyway looks like the twin uniform is the same as you, so Mama told you to wait." I still don't understand Syham's mother's talk.

"Mother today can't take Shiham. Shihamnya want to ride his own bike, rather than no friends, you better have to accompany him, yes." Ha's? Mom and son are both weird.

"Don't mind, would you? It's for you in return." Ibu Syiham gave me something wrapped in a plastic bag.

"No, Mom. I don't feel bothered, though." I tried to reject it subtly.

"Don't be rejected, not good. Mother was also this sincere. I put your basket down, yeah."

"Yes already, Mom. Thank you, yeah."

"Yes, Ma, Shiham go first, yes!" The mother and son were having a trip. Going to school should be a drama like that.

"Son, come home later with you, yeah."

"It's over an hour, ma'am. Later Syiham will wait for me later," I explained.

"What, dong?"

"I can go home by myself, Ma. If you want, yes, I will wait for Devi not papa," said Shiham trying not to worry his mother.

"Oh, okay then. Take good care of yourself, son. Sorry you can't drive today. Go back to school and take you for a walk." Ah, it's so gaunt. It felt like I wanted to pedal my bike and leave behind two people who were hindering my school departure this morning.

"Eh, sorry your friend waited a long time. The bus is leaving!"

"Okay, Ma."

Fortunately, the distance to the school is only half a kilometer. The distance is not too far away actually. Me and Shiham were silent, he was behind me.

"Shiham, you're ahead. Later you are lost, you know," I said intend to meledek Shiham. He is a child of the mother, should always be in the safest position and prioritized.

"Look, I can actually go and go home by myself, Dev. But yeah, my mom's a keeper."

"And my mother's son" I chanted.

"Tell me again, watch out, Dev!"

"Awas why? Ih, fear."

Shiham preceded me, but he also kicked my bicycle so that I almost fell. Fortunately, I was able to keep my balance and I ended up staying safe. Shiham laughed in satisfaction, he was still pedaling his bike quickly, probably thinking I would chase after him.

I finally arrived at school. There were some students coming. It's all because of Shiham, I set off a little misfortune today.

"I'm going to your class for a second, yeah."

"Dev, why is this boy coming with you?" Dera, my classmate was astonished to realize that Shiham had no qualms about being in my class.

"He was leaving with me. Maybe no one's in class yet, so don't dare to come here."

"I'm just a moment in this class, and I'm also back to my class, really," Syiham said while writing the origin on the board.

"Eh, don't make the marker toys. Later if you get scolded by Bu Vita!" I snatched away the marker that was in Shiham's grasp.

Shiham is still trying to snatch again the marker I brought. Up to my chase, you little boy! Maybe he thought I was joking with him.

"Eh, you say don't make toys, really." I lifted the marker up high.

Shiham whose height is only as I look troubled. He did not want to give up even continued to jump. You stubborn!

"Ih, hugging, ngeselin."

"You are, Dev. If not as nosy as that I will not hug you either." Denying continues. I know wrong though.

I'm sure what Shiham did was an accident. It has happened so, Syham finally no longer continues his intention. And, because of that incident, I continue to be a joke of my friend.

...Shiham & Devi...

Writing like this is starting to happen often. On the blackboard, in the student books, even on the wall also did not escape the hands of my friend's ignorant. I'm starting to get nervous about this kind of joke. Damn, Shiham still often harms me. There was always something he did in my class when the break came. This makes friends increasingly aggressively make me as their joke material. Ah, things like this seem to be commonplace done by children in SD.

"Dev, my God, Devi!" I gasped as Dila shouted right in my ear, my reflexes hitting her shoulder. It turns out that my memories danced in the Elementary School, thinking of memories related to Shiham.

"Can you slow down, anyway? Just be surprised!" my protest.

"From that point has been slow. I've been increasing the volume for a long time, you're still dumb. Yeah, I'm yelling!" Dila laughs.

"What's up, Dil?"

"There's something outside you. Seventh grade is like. You still wear the SD uniform."

My feeling is starting to get bad. I remember what Shiham said yesterday that he wanted to come to my class in the morning. I hurried out of class to see who was looking for me.

There's no one outside. The condition of the school corridor was still quiet, it did not appear that people were leaving school. He lied, but there was no one he meant.

"Eh, Devi. Where else to go? Wanted too?"

I don't even know where Shiham is hiding from. The man came up to me and put something in the food box. For the first time after a long time not together, Syham turned out to have grown very tall. I'm just the one now.

"What's this?" Syham is still trying to get me to accept it.

"Mama's Brownies. Delicious, as Mama once said when you let me go."

Well, I haven't eaten a meal with that distinctive chocolate flavor in a long time. The brownies made by Shiham's mother are unmatched. I just ate it, but I can still remember it.

"Take it, Dev. You don't want to?" With a little jaim, I took it.

"Thank you, Ham."

"Sama-sama, I went to class first, yes, Dev. I just want to give you this, okay."

Shiham waved his hand then went towards his class. Turns out he's a lot better than the Shiham I knew in SD. In the middle of his steps Shiham stopped and turned to me, he smiled and subconsciously I replied, funny in my opinion.

"Ehem, is that a younger sister or a boyfriend? Kok, call him not using frills Kak or Mbak."

Well, let's not create another rumor.