Dreams of Devi

Paltry

I rushed to see the chicken that was meant by Ma'am Bela. I followed the steps of the Father towards the backyard of my neighbor's house which often became the provocateurs of the commotion. Actually, I'm not sure if what Ma'am Bela means is the father's chicken, considering the distance between our homes is quite far. Ma'am Bela kept watching over me and the dreary Father looking for chickens.

"Where's the chicken, Ma'am?" asked the father so he did not find any chicken there.

"Pak Basir has eyes, right? Also, look at the chickens until they make my banana tree die, it's been poked. It's expensive, you know. Pak Basir's chickens are sold all are not necessarily able to replace the purchase cost." Mbak Bela pointed to the buds of banana trees that have been destroyed will leaves. I really don't like the tone of Speech of Martial Ma'am who always brags about him.

"That's what Bela meant?" Mr. pointed to four chickens that seemed to still be one breed because they did have a similar feather pattern. Bela nodded as well.

"I don't have a chicken like that, Ma'am," said the father with a smile.

"Lho, who's the chicken?" Bela looked so unacceptable.

"Chicken Bu Asti, I memorize the problem that morning join my chickens."

"uh, the legs are equal wings are given blue raffia. That's a sign of Bu Asti's," added the father more convincing.

In my heart I chuckle. Ma'am Bela must be panicking and awkward. The defamed chicken turned out to belong to his gossiping partner. Ah, fortunately he did not involve Bu Asti when attacking Mr. It could even be a world war if it really happened.

"Em, yes I think I have Mr. Basir. Mr. Basir is a lot of chicken," said Mbak Bela still does not want to admit his mistake.

"No, Ma'am. My chickens just hang around the house because it's my fence high."

"Well, right, Ma'am. I never carelessly take a chicken. In fact, sometimes the neighboring chickens come to eat with the father's chicken," I said.

"Oh, huh? Nice, dong. Kan, share that's his name."

"Yes, Ma'am, all alms to the chicken. Then is it hard, sir, the problem? Let's go home, sir!" take me to Father.

Not out of thought with neighbors who have thoughts like this. Not once or twice, my family has often been the victim of neighborly slander. It was just poor families, they were accusing us. Is that so poor people?

"Sir, fortunately not many people, yes. I can't imagine how embarrassed Bela is" I said as soon as I arrived in the kitchen.

"Here you go, Nduk. As long as our lives are not strange, do not be afraid. From the beginning, I was also sure that the chicken in question was not ours. You just want to teach him a lesson, let's be kapok, let's be ashamed." Wow, cool too, Father.

"Sir, Rehan said he wanted to join the salary in TPQ," I said Rehan's wish. Actually, Rehan had participated in three routine activities at the mosque held every afternoon, but I have not yet permission to the Father.

"Yes, you know too. Rehan's people every afternoon always ask for money for snacks there."

"Father ngizinin?" Father nodded.

Following TPQ activities is indeed a good thing. But if I remember when I was still participating in TPQ, there was only being bully material. Rehan and I have not participated in the activity for a long time because it is not comfortable with the conditions that are there. After all there was a Father who was ready to teach us every after Magrib. However, no matter where the impulse came from, Rehan had been moved for two days to come again.

Rehan finally appeared after coming home from play. Sweat is still pouring in his temple, he may have been satisfied to play until finally choosing to go home. After sipping water from the teapot directly, Rehan approached the Father.

"Sir, yesterday I got a birthday invitation from Sinta, didn't I?" Sinta is a schoolmate of Rehan who is also still a hamlet.

"Nothing. Indeed why? Uh, just one time Ma'am Devi who was told," said the father.

"Nothing, really. Not invited means," I said.

"It's just like me, huh? Though the house is far away but still invited, you know." Rehan was so disappointed because he may have dreamed of getting the birthday invitation.

"If invited, you must bring a gift. You weren't invited to have a silver lining either, were you? You don't have money for gifts."

"Is it because Rehan's clothes are all ugly, huh, sir? So uninvited, afraid of embarrassment." Rehan's words may be true.

"Re, Re, that's how you think you keep going. Already, dong, mending preparations to go to TPQ," I suggested to Rehan.

"What time is it?"

"It's three o'clock, Re."

"Yes, no, Ma'am. Take a shower if that's it."

***

The afternoon home was so quiet. I went out looking for a chicken, while Rehan was still teaching. All the homework is done, I want to relax for a while by watching TV.

Rehan came and sat down beside me. Tumben once he's coming near me. Soon I'll ask what the purpose is here.

"Bak, my bike is gone," said Rehan with teary eyes.

"Lho, why did it go away?"

"I don't know, I think there's something nosy."

Not waiting any longer, the TV is still exciting - the live show I turned off. I took my brother and took him back to the mosque. Rehan then pulled me to where he last parked.

"Eh, even invite her brother, would not dare to be alone, right?" ledek some kids Rehan's age.

"Shut up! You brat have no manners" I said.

"Eh, Ma. If you come here try wearing the hijab. Give a good example to the little ones." A grandmother waiting for her granddaughter so smoothly nagged me.

"Sorry, Mom. I came here in a hurry, so I haven't had time to change the hijab" I explained.

"Where, anyway!" chirps the grandma.

No longer do I care about the woman who seems to really like to judge the appearance of the person. I then tried to observe the bicycles that were parked in the courtyard of the mosque.

"What are you guys looking for?" An old man working as a mosque cleaner asked me.

"Bicycle, Sir. Got my brother but it's gone. I think he's hiding his friend" I explained.

"Try looking behind the bathroom. I think I saw the pass."

"Okay, sir."

I'm really the center of attention right now. Some curious kids came up to me and told me where my bike was hiding

"Finally there's been a problem."