Dreams of Devi

Ghibah About Nela

"You know Nela? Do you know each other?" I shook my head to answer Mas Ovi's question.

"Kok, know his name?" Ovi looked a little panicked.

"So Mas Erwin called him 'Nela' that."

"Oh, that. I guess I know. He used to play here, anyway." I asked what, answered what.

"Daughter?" my guess.

"No, he was my junior in elementary school." I still haven't answered my curiosity. Kuduga, there seems to be a special bond between Mas Ovi and Nela.

"Why do you come here so often?" You know, I was a kepo once a human being.

"I used to have a crush on him, Dev. I was still in High School at the time, continuing to express feelings for him, but was rejected." Poor Mas Ovi, it turns out that the former sad boy. Or, even now still a sad boy too?

Well, deserved Mas Ovi has rarely played at home, so Nela the reason. Uh, I didn't expect her presence, yeah, just a little wonder. It used to be Mas Ovi almost every afternoon come to the house and chat with the Father. However, these few weeks Mas Ovi rarely come. Sometimes only once a week.

"Nela's pretty, huh? It fits with Mas Ovi. It must have been beautiful, too, until Mas Ovi was crazy," I said a little melted.

"Yes, from the first she was beautiful, now even more beautiful, anyway. He said that many like him too." Well, did Mas Ovi give up because of his many rivals? But, if Nela often visits Mas Ovi's shop, it means she also has the same feeling, right?

"Means Mas Ovi's a lucky guy, dong. His love does not clap one hand anymore. But, why did I avoid Nela?"

"Lucky? Said who? Nela was nice to me after knowing I had a gini business. Some say that what Nela's after is actually material, not me."

"If it's just 'he said' don't just believe it, Mas. Uh, but from my point of view, it's like Nela's a matre girl." I expressed my opinion, it was visible from his movements.

"If it's, anyway, I don't really care, Dev. The problem is that this Nela also has a boyfriend, how dare she play fire. Guys don't have feelings, what? Then later if the guy gets angry I get it too, right?"

"Yes, who knows they're conspiring."

"Where does that mean?"

"Maybe gini, if Mas Ovi wants to be the same Nela automatically Nela thinks that Mas Ovi will give this to him. Later he can morotin Mas Ovi's treasure, keep them later to share the results. No one knows either." Well, the base of the tongue is not boned. I can assume like this. As if it were a provocateur. Forgive me, O God.

"Ah, that's it, Dev."

"Yes, it could be. Kan, just my guess."

"Pak Basir added another order or just the one yesterday?" Mas Ovi ended Nela's discussion with that question.

Well, so fun to talk about Nela to forget the original purpose of coming here. Immediately I handed the note paper from the Father to Mas Ovi, he then moved to pick up the goods on several shelves.

"You're not jealous if I'm with Nela, Dev?" Mas Ovi put two bottles filled with grain for bird feed. I spontaneously looked up at him. Wow, it turns out if you pay close attention and from a close distance Mas Ovi is very handsome.

"Eh, even dumbass, fascinated, right?" Well, relapse again high level of confidence Mas Ovi.

"great PD. No, I had not heard what Mas Ovi said," I said to confirm Mas Ovi's words earlier.

"Aren't you jealous that I'm with other women including Nela?"

Of jealousy? Why should I be jealous? Em, I call it not jealous, but sad because I feel lost a loving figure like Mas Ovi, but only a little. Just chill!

"No, dong. As long as Mas Ovi was happy, Devi was always supportive. If you can't Nela, anyway," I said.

"Who? You?" Mas Ovi got the gift of a sharp look from me because of his words. Crazy, yes the time I want to be the same old man as Mas Ovi. Basic p*dof*l!

"I fit him to be Mas Ovi's son. Kan, I'm still cute." I intentionally made a pretty sound.

"Well, why would you want to see me?"

"You asked for permission, who knew there was a vacancy to be a daughter-in-law."

"Oh, ngaco. A child wants to marry an om-om?" just chirp me.

"Om-om? Uh, Devi, I'm young, you know. Only 18 years old," sergeant Mas Ovi.

"what are 18 years?" my question, Mas Ovi chuckled.

Joking until you forget the time, it does not feel like it has been an hour more in Mas Ovi's store. After all your orders were prepared, I immediately paid and said goodbye to go home. Because of Mas Ovi, my resting hours are reduced because of discussing something less important.

Fortunately, my order was not much so that I could bring it myself without the help of Mas Ovi like that time. Mas Ovi asked me continuously, ascertaining if I could bring him alone. Ah, but there's absolutely no problem for me.

"Be careful, would you like to be ushered in?" tawar Mas Ovi's.

***

"Mbak, said the Father later told to his house Ma'am Siska. Eat right there, yeah!" rehan shouted from outside the house.

"What's up, Re?"

"I don't know, just told to come." Rehan approached me, rather the purpose he was approaching was to drink.

"okay, Re. Follow, yuk!" take me to Rehan for being lazy to leave the house alone.

"You play me, Ma'am. I've been waiting for my friends in the field."

"Well, by yourself, dong!"

"Yes, Mother. I'll play first!"

The plan to break failed again. Maybe a nap can't be my friend. The leisure turn is not sleepy, the sleepy turn is always something to do.

I immediately finished the rice and a little side dish left on the plate. After this I went straight to Siska's house. Maybe you told me to take the chicken there.

I left the house in a dirty and messy condition in the kitchen. I'll clean up later, just have to go to Siska's house. Like there was a call of the heart asking me to go immediately to Siska's mother's house rather than do any other work.

At high speed I walked down the road to Siska's house. Arriving there, I found the young mother was sleeping her son who was in a sling. He then approached me.

"Eh, Devi's here. Come on in, Dev!" I'm nodding.

Sister Siska kept asking me to follow her. In the back room it turns out there are various models of clothes that are being hung and there are also those that are still in a wrapped condition.

"Which one do you want to choose? Try it first, who knows if there's a match." Ms. Siska opened some clothes that were still wrapped in plastic.

"Lho, what's going on, Ma'am?" many wonder.

"So Mr. Basir came here, he said looking for long clothes for you. You are told to take three, then the payment problem is taken care of with your father."

"Tumben," murmured.

"He said he wanted to go to this pesantren. Stock your long clothes let's add he said."

Oh, so that's the reason. Well, why do you have to bother, I'm so sad, right? Is that happy that you let me go?