Dreams of Devi

Mas Ovi

I straightened my legs when the work of making a snack container box was done. Once I looked at the outside direction that appeared from the window trellis, it looked thick cloudy up there. I don't think there's any more work here, I want to go home instead of rain. However, I felt confused as to who I should say goodbye to while Bu Ina still seemed to be engrossed in talking to the mothers beside her.

"Bak Devi wants to go home first? No papa, it's gonna rain, you know." Maybe Bu Ina detected the anxiety that I felt because I kept staring at the moving cloudy direction.

"When you come home, don't you, Mom?" I whispered a little.

"No papa. There is no work either."

I finally said goodbye to Ms. Ina and some of her friends. Next I had to walk towards the kitchen because I had slippers there. A kitchen that is not too wide makes the situation in it so hot. There were some complaints from the sound of anger. I passed by with a slight bow while saying excuse me.

I was stunned when I arrived at the courtyard which was already roofed by the wedding tent. Some young men and fathers seem to be chatting, maybe finished doing the work of stretcher is borrowing chairs, tables, and kitchen furniture that are in the house of Mr. RT. Although I'm sure I won't be the center of attention, but I'm still embarrassed if I have to cross next to them.

"Where are you going, Dev?" I looked at the man who greeted me. He who was at the gathering place earlier made some people beside him also look at me. I thought for a moment, looking a little foreign to his face.

"Eh, I was asked to be quiet!" said again.

"You forgot about me?" I asked but I didn't answer.

"Dev, here's a snap!" I refused his orders.

"Where are you going?" Finally the man approached me.

"Astaghfirullah, this is Mas Ovi?" my words were so aware that the one who had invited me to talk was the man I often visited because it was always snacking in his stall.

"Can you forget, huh? A pangling?" I just grimaced.

"May forget the handsome guy like me." Mas Ovi fixed the collar of the shirt that was not really messy. He used to like to dress well.

"Name too long ago" I said with a laugh.

"Oh, kangen? Same if so," he chirped.

"Eh, who said."

Mas Ovi then looked sharply at the friends who were teasing him. Knowing that, I just lowered my head and wanted to rush out of here. It feels so shameful.

"Devi want to go home?"

"Yes, that's cloudy. Fear of rain not coming home."

"You want to go together?" haggar Mas Ovi to me.

"No need. Walk up too."

"All right, Dev. I want to buy chicken at your house too. Said Mr. Basir selling chicken."

"Oh, yeah that's it."

I observed Mas Ovi who was saying goodbye to his friends. Not knowing what they were discussing, but it still seemed to have something to do with me as it glanced at me several times. Not to mention his friends like teasing Mas Ovi, what does that mean?

"Come, Dev. My bike's outside." I only followed Mas Ovi's steps when he invited me.

Actually only traveled 100 meters to arrive at my house. It feels so bad to have to ride a motorcycle. If it were not for Mas Ovi wanting to find Father, of course I would prefer to walk. All the way I was just quiet, awkward.

"Now what class, Dev?"

"Nine."

"School School, dong. The more beautiful you are."

Well, well, only this time there was a man who praised me. It was cold because I listened to it. However, why should Mas Ovi whose age is quite far from me. As I remember when I was in the third grade of SD Mas Ovi has graduated from High School.

"Eh, why silence?"

"Em, not papa."

"There's a guest in your house, Dev?"

As soon as I got to the front of the house, I noticed the motor parked there. Oh, it's an Alwi motor. What does he need to come in the afternoon? It could be Mr. Herman who is having a need with the Father.

"Who are you here with?" my many.

"Just like Papa, dong. Your guy, Dev?" tanya Alwi looked at Mas Ovi, Mas Ovi instead extended his hand to Alwi inviting acquaintance.

"Ovi" said Mas Ovi.

"Alwi, Mother. Classmate Devi."

"Oh, you're classmates? Not Devi's boyfriend?" Spontaneous I stared sharply at Mas Ovi. Could've thought that Alwi was my girlfriend. See where try?

"No. I have a girl, Mom. Me, Devi, my girl is the same as my sister," said Alwi.

"Eh, can you? School is diligent, do not date. You too, Dev. His girlfriend if married," said Mas Ovi advised me.

"Eh, I'm not dating, you know," my elak because it feels as if cornered by Mas Ovi. She thinks I have a boyfriend, what?

"Devi never dated, Mas. There's just a class chasing him." Alwi laughs.

"Eh, that's delicious. No, that's kidding."

"Who?" Why should we keep discussing.

"Mas Ovi knows Shiham? You see, she's in Devi's class in SD, too."

"Oh, know me. Mr. Rudi's son, right?" Apparently Mas Ovi still remembered as well.

"Yes, I don't know his father's name, Mas." Alwi chuckles.

"Yes, Shiham Pak Rudi's son. But I don't like him. I think he's just making toys around me."

"Oh, that. Anyway must be a diligent school first, Dev. You should be able to raise the level of the parents. The spirit!" Mas Ovi pinched my cheek. It seems good to have an older brother too, unfortunately I'm the first daughter.

"Ready, Mas!"

"What's up? How come you didn't go in?" Dad came out of the house to approach us.

"Lho, there's Mas Ovi. When's her home?" Mas Ovi came over and kissed the back of my hand.

"Lho, Mr. Basir doesn't know that I'm home? I've been home for two months."

"When do you leave again?"

I know Mas Ovi works abroad. Said people working on the cruise. I don't know, I've only heard of it but don't know more specifically.

"You're not leaving anymore, sir."

"Lha, why?"

"At home, you are opening a business." Mas Ovi seemed embarrassed to explain.

"What is it, Mas?" my many.

"Small animal feed shops. Maybe Mr. Basir if you want to buy chicken food can stop by the Ovi stall."

"Yes, Mas. Somewhen. Let's go in first. Who are you going to find, tho?" ask Mas Ovi.

"No idea, tuh. He said he wanted to see you, see the chicken" I said.

"Oh, so? Yeah, see the chicken later with Mr. Herman. He wants to get chicken too."

"Yes, Sir. But later. I'm not in a hurry to go home, right."

"Udah wants rain, you know, Mas," I said.

"No papa. You're ngusir me?"

"Eh, that's not it."