Dreams of Devi

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It was an unsettled Sunday morning. Since yesterday afternoon, the sound system at Bu Darmi's house still rumbles. Even until nightfall, the round of koplo dangdut music is increasingly becoming. Even so loud the sound caused, it could feel like an earthquake.

This kind of thing is considered normal in the village. The community also understands it because events such as weddings are not always held by the host. Diversion of the road when the wedding reception was not a strange thing anymore. As long as there are warning signs and other shortcut directions, it will not be a problem.

"Wake up at what time, Nduk?" ask the father who just finished feeding the chicken.

"Three hours Devi is awake, sir. The sound of music is disturbing!" selorohku while lifting various furniture that I used to cook earlier. Despite the annoyance, I was happy because the cooking was ready earlier than usual.

"Bapa himself was also angry. Intention to rest even so stay up late. It should be that the night mbok yo volume is reduced. Not only us, others also need to rest," said the father conveyed his frustration.

"Want to go to the market today?" ask Rehan who is still in the condition of the pillow face. Young master just woke up. After the dawn prayer Rehan still had time to continue his sleep.

"No, Le. Today is a holiday first, want to rent at the house of Miss Darmi. The time neighbors bother to sell too," replied the Father with a chuckle.

Rehan then took the chicken feed that was originally held by the Father. Indications of chickens whose newly hatched chicks do not escape to be given feed and drink. Rehan was so painstaking in caring for the chickens. He seemed to talk to the Father, while I left them and did the dishes.

"Sir Devi, something's coming!" rehan shouted from within.

"Who?"

"Mom Dina."

What's Miss Dina looking for me? Ms. Dina is the sister-in-law of Bu Darmi. He rarely even visited this house because he lived outside the city. I think it has to do with Ma'am Eka's wedding.

"Still holy, Ma'am?"

I was surprised, it turned out that Ms. Dina came to me who was doing dishes that I did outside the house. That means there is something important that he wants to say. I immediately rinsed my hand and came to Ms. Dina, it would not be nice if she waited for a long time.

"What's up, Mom?" my many.

"Can it be Ma'am Ika's domas? You see, the first who wanted to be domas could not come here. Can you, huh, Mommy?" Ms. Dina even gave me an envelope forcing me to comply with her request.

"Not want to, Mom. Not that Miss Riris already got a child to become a domas. Later he was angry if I suddenly joined," I said considering the attitude of Miss Riris who did not like me.

"Ah, don't be afraid. Let him be like that. Later if he's angry, I get mad back."

"You, yeah, Nduk? Let's go there with Mom." Ms. Dina pulled my hand to follow her immediately, in a hurry.

"I haven't had a shower, Mom."

"Yes, take a shower."

"There's dishwasher, too, ma'am. Must be now?"

"should now. Yes, no papa if you want to wash the dishes first. I'm waiting here, okay?"

"Mother is home. Devi will be there, really."

"Mother wait here. Afraid you're lying."

"Mom, Devi wasn't lying. And go straight there too. Mending Mommy to go there first, not there anymore bother?"

"Repot, anyway, bothered. But I'm lazy, Nduk. All are safely under control just as Riris. What's there is if Mom intervenes even Riris cachet." Not me, Miss Dina who is a sibling is also upset by the attitude of Bu Riris.

"Yes, if so Devi took a quick shower, ma'am. Sorry I have to wait."

***

I almost did not expect that the girl with the kebaya clothes and the brown hair that seemed from the mirror reflection was me. The power of make up, it's only this time my face wears makeup. My job is done because the spell meeting is over.

"It's different, huh? I was also surprised why it changed so much. Looks really pretty, huh? Obviously, her name is also make up."

"Yes, pretty, Dev. But I'd rather you like it usually. Looks really relaxed, different the same now. You're beautiful, but it doesn't look comfortable." Right, that's how I feel right now.

"Eh, Dev, but can you ask for a photo?" ask Mas Ovi to me.

"What photo?"

"Picture together, in the cover, okay?" Mas Ovi. The first question I have not answered, maybe even another request.

"Here you are, Mas. I'm ashamed to go there."

"Here the place is not good, do not be ashamed."

"Let's see a lot of people, you know."

"Yes, not papa. They have eyes, right? The function of the eye to see."

"But I'm ashamed, Mas Ovi," I said, feeling a little irritated.

"If Devi is embarrassed, Mas Ovi will cover up, deh." Mas Ovi laughed.

"You, yeah, Dev? Once in a while let me have a photo with you," pinta Mas Ovi again.

"Yes, come if you want a photo" I replied agreeing.

"So you want to be covered?" kanda Mas Ovi, I just shook my head.

Noon for a while there was no show. Guests attending the reception also returned home. Having him was also resting, so the guarantee for now is uninhabited.

I've already headed to that place first. While Mas Ovi still seemed to talk with his friend. Maybe he was asking for help to be photographed. Actually just being left for a while, it's just that my current condition makes me uncomfortable.

"Sorry, yeah, a little long. You're the one who wants to take another picture." Mas Ovi laughed.

"Come, hunted. What do you want to take a picture of first, huh?" ask Mas Ovi's friend who looks smiling wryly.

"Well, Dev?" lirih Mas Ovi, I just shook my head.

"Where, anyway. I want the style of the photo confused. Formal first, sit there together!" shouted friend Mas Ovi ordered to sit on the bride's throne.

"One ... two ... three ...."

"I'm so fucking stiff, you guys! Just lemes! Again, yes!"

"Now stand parallel, keep looking at each other, yeah."

"Huh? That should?" many of you are embarrassed to imagine the direction of Mas Ovi's friend's photo, like his bride.

"No papa, Dev. I think it's good."

"Yes, come on, Mom."

"Okay, that's good. One ... two .. three ...."

Mas Ovi asked for one more photo, but I refused it because I saw that there was a father who was carrying a tray with glass and tea water there. You certainly do not like to see me, instead of immediately cleaning yourself even the photos. I then got permission to go back to the makeup place earlier. Mas Ovi didn't seem to accept it, the screams I didn't care about.