Dreams of Devi

Trousers

"Bak Devi!"

"Eh, what's up, Re?" I stammered, accidentally locked the door to my room. However, Rehan is not his name if he does not act as he pleases. He looked an annoying smile at the doorway.

"Tumben's door is closed, ma'am?" said Rehan who was still playing with the door leaf.

The small thing that resembles the chicken that I had brought before, I threw it under the cot as soon as Rehan's voice sounded earlier. Don't ask me how limp my body is because I'm surprised by Rehan's presence. Don't let the plan to break into my piggy bank get caught.

"Hayo, what's Devi doing?" Rehan approached me and sat down beside me.

"Ih, what's up, Re?" I'm worried, maybe Rehan suspects.

"Mak Devi opened the piggy bank, huh?" Rehan dodged scanning the places around me.

"Shut up, don't hear me!" I put my index finger on the tip of Rehan's lips, it's hard to make my sister not chatty.

"You know, father, ah," Rehan said deliberately to anger me. He stood up and took a plan to get out of the room, I hurriedly pulled the end of his shirt behind him.

"That's not it, dong. I need some money, right!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Yesterday it turned out the chocolate wasn't for me. My friend was wrong, where we already ate. Now we don't want to change," I explained that made Rehan laugh mocking.

"Ih, say don't be so hard, really!"

"May, ask for money but," recalls Rehan with his sly smile. Honestly, it wasn't me who taught her to play bribes like this.

"Where?" rehan asked again to make me an offer.

"Yes, you're outside. I'll give you the money."

"Okay, don't lie, yeah!"

"No, it's."

Rehan's sneaky smile returned before exiting the room. He looked happy to win this time. All right, I feel a little relieved. At least don't let me know. I'm sure you won't get your heart to scold me, just that I can't bear it if he's disappointed.

"Re, are you home?" I screamed from the room.

For a moment I put up hearing, there was no telling from Rehan, when the sound of the television was heard from here. Is Rehan asleep?

"Re? Mr ada?" ask me one more time.

"Re? Rehan?" I was wondering, I finally opened a little door to be able to peek Rehan.

Ah, it's appropriate that every month the electricity bill Dad always goes up, apparently this is Rehan's behavior. Though I have taught him many times if any electronic device if not used should be turned off. I got up from my seat and looked for Rehan.

"Rehan!"

Not finding her in front of the house, I moved to her room. There were no sandals on the doorstep of her room, which meant that she was not in the room either. Last place in the house, kitchen!

"Rehan!" I shouted as soon as I arrived at the kitchen.

"Yes, Mommy!" I heard Rehan's voice, it looks like he's in the bathroom.

I went out of the kitchen to the bathroom located outside the house, precisely in the east.

"What's up, Re?" I also saw Rehan's green slippers parked in front of the toilet.

"A stomachache, Mommy."

Well, Rehan must have done it again. I know my sister has a very sensitive stomach. Indiscriminate snacking or eating too much spicy food directly causes the stomach to get diarrhea.

"What did you eat? How can you have stomach pain?"

"That's, I'm eating rujak at Banu's house, Ma'am!"

"Mbak told you, don't eat too much spicy. Sick, right?"

I spoke in a high tone, furiously advising Rehan. Not once twice has he been like this. Even though at home I have tried to reduce the use of foodstuffs that can cause stomach pain. In fact, Rehan actually secretly consume it when in the neighboring house.

"Still sick?" I was angry, but I was still worried.

"It's been light, Mother."

"I make oralit, huh?" bargained.

"By, Ma'am. But I'd rather be given a tubruk tea with a little salt. It usually heals quickly" Rehan said. Oh, I just remembered that Mom made the drink when a family member had diarrhea.

"Okay, wait a minute."

I move into the kitchen. Not long ago heard the toilet door made of zinc slammed hard. Rehan's stomach must be hurting again, he's used to it.

The boiling water I poured into the glass that I had previously filled with crushed tea and a pinch of salt. Smoke in the air spreads the aroma of fresh tea.

I stirred the tea until it looked its thick color and looked a little thick. I tasted it a little out of curiosity. Even though I made it, I never drank it once.

"Bitter!"

My curiosity is gone, it turns out it doesn't fit on my tongue. Ah, I'm sure Rehan didn't like the tea. Yeah, it's all because of the force.

"Re, the tea is ready!" my yelling.

"Ow .. ouch .... Yes, Ma. Put it on the table, my stomach really hurts. I don't think I'm strong" Rehan said, in pain.

"It really still hurts?"

"My body feels weak, Ma'am!"

"Oh, Re, don't do it, dong. I really can't bear to believe it."

"I promise you that I don't eat chili anymore, Ma'am," Rehan said as if truly sorry. Ah, at least soon it must be khilaf.

"Bak call Mr. Kardi, huh?"

"Later you were angry. Money from where."

I took a long breath. Looks like the money in my piggy bank is enough just to make up for the medicine from Mr. Kardi. Mr. Kardi is my neighbor who became a general practitioner at a hospital in the city. Outside of his working hours, Mr. Kardi serves the complaints of residents who are sick. Usually the neighbors invite Mr. Kardi to check directly at home, and see the condition of his family who is sick.

"Take my money first!"

****

"While not to eat spicy and acidic foods, yes. Take the medicine too, it's been written I wrote the drink advice." Mr. Kardi poked a bag of drugs of various colors and sizes. Just imagine that I am not capable. Not able to swallow three types of drugs.

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

After I paid the money and said goodbye, Mr. Kardi finally came home. I saw Rehan lying down in limp. It's a pity, but if I remember his pranks, I'd love to laugh at him.

"Want to eat, Re?" my many.

"No, Ma'am."

"Don't do that. Taking the medicine should first be eating. Eat, yes, Ma'am takein."

No need to wait for Rehan's approval. I then walked into the kitchen. Fortunately, I cooked a non-spicy vegetable this morning. Rice poured soup sauce with fried tempeh topping ready to be served to Rehan.

"A stomachache again?" I was so aware of Rehan who was sitting on a bamboo matting bench. Rehan just shook his head.

"Keep up to what?"

"It's not good to be told to sleep. Mending to play or to the field," said Rehan.

"He ate first, he took medicine." I instructed Rehan to open his mouth. How, I'm already worthy of being the dream sister, not yet?

"I didn't ask for money, Ma'am," Rehan said.

"What money?"

"The piggy bank. It was planted again, Mother."

It's very desirable to pinch Rehan's cheek or arm. He lightly said that.

"Rehan my dear brother, the cost of your treatment was even ten times your pocket money, you know. Don't fuck around, you!" I was anxious, Rehan just laughed.