Dreams of Devi

Many Support

Sister Siska showed me long-sleeved clothes with a variety of models. He spoke so fluently by mentioning the superiority of every item he carried. So excited Madam Siska, I have not been able to make my own choice.

"Well, that would suit you. It's calm, like you. Best seller, one! The material is also good, does not make sultry," said Siska when I take a shirt that is still folded neatly wrapped in plastic.

"You're confused, huh, Dev? Whatever, your father said just be told to take three pieces."

"Yes, I'm confused. Confused because of the many choices, confused also because the Father suddenly told me to buy clothes," I said.

"Yes, I was chosen first. Later if it fits directly into the bag. Don't be confused about the money, your father will pay."

"Yes, Mommy."

Sister Siska gave me a large plastic bag so that I would not have trouble carrying clothes later. It seems like Ms. Siska knows that continuing to the pesantren is not my own desire. While choosing and sorting out the clothes offered, I listened to Sister Siska who was reminiscing about her youth in the pesantren.

"In the pesantren it's exciting, you know, Dev. Many of his friends, you will not be lonely" said Siska.

"I was also forced to do so by my mother at first. Every day I cry, because my father misses my mother. Because the night is also difficult to sleep, because in the pesantren it is never quiet even though it is night."

Ma'am Siska's story seems to be a reason for Mr. to undo his intention to put me into pesantren. But in those days I was that strong. Unfortunately, you also have to pay the registration fee even though you have just paid.

"That kind of thing is just me for about three months, really, Dev. I stayed there for a long time. In fact, after graduating from High School, most of my friends are working or studying continuously boyong, out of the cottage. Well, I just don't want to, still at home in the pesantren, a pity just as much as it's worth." Siska continues her story.

"Naji continues to be tired, no, Ma'am? You see, yesterday in the pesantren brochure, the activity was very solid. I don't think I'll be at home" I complained to Ms. Siska.

"Where are you going to the boarding school?"

"In Eva's boarding school."

"Oh, I was there too. Indeed, if in the brochure the activities are written in great detail, but the original is not as dense."

"Times, anyway, Ma'am?"

"Yes, it's better at pesantren than at home. At home in order, scolded by mother. If in pesantren, right, just focus on learning, Dev," whispered Siska with a smile.

"Continue getting pocket money same delivery of snacks a lot. Actually, deh, parents will not have the real heart if we are far away. If there is a visit to the pesantren must be excited to bring food of sorts. Duh, so nostalgic, right. Want to enter the pesantren again," said Mbak Siska who gave the lure of tempting but did not also make me interested.

"When you miss the people in the house, what?" my many. That was the biggest reason I felt heavy hearted to continue to the pesantren.

"Oh God, Dev. You are also given a vacation, you know. You think you're going to continue in the pesantren? No, it's."

"Yes, too, ma'am. But I'm not sure I can stay there."

"Should try. Don't give up before the war! Not tried yet, it could have gone first. I also support Mr. Basir. The promiscuity outside is too free, Dev. Yes, although pesantren does not guarantee all good manners, at least if you are in pesantren I think it will be very better and safer."

"If it is my prayer-in, yes, Ma'am. Hopefully he can feel at home there, so you're proud."

"Ready, that's for sure, Dev!"

The sound of a motorbike began to be heard in the yard of Ms. Siska's house. From the beginning I thought it was Dad and it was true. The reason, not long ago the sentence of greeting was said from the front door. Sister Siska said, he allowed you to join in the back room.

"Where is there a match?" ask my Father.

"Eh, already, sir. I got it, here!" I pointed at the three clothes of different colors in front of me.

"Well, that's great too, right? Yeah, you wrap yourself up, yeah, Dev!

"Yes, Mommy."

"Already, yes, sir. Here I take three clothes. Did Father really pay? Is there money?" ask me to Father.

"Yes, Nduk. You just take it, make it change in the pesantren later. Mumpung Pak has a fortune. How much is Siska all?"

Back when Mom was alive, I used to shop at the market. The name of mothers when shopping in traditional markets is not afdol if they have not bid on the goods they want to buy with the merchant. Not infrequently the dramatic scenes that make me upset are done by Mother. Pretending to leave the trader when the asking price does not match, uh, the ending is also called again by the seller and the winning mother.

Now I don't feel that anymore. I rarely shop at the market with me. Even if I was invited to buy something, you prefer a store that has a price system fitting. No more drama away from the seller in order to get a cheaper price.

Ms. Siska mentioned the nominal money to be paid. Without intending to lower the price, you took out a wallet and handed the money to Mbak Siska just like that. In fact, I had seen Ms. Titi buy clothes in Mbak Siska and they also did bargaining activities. Ah, it is indeed the Father who does not dare to do so.

"Have, Nduk?" ask the Father after I put the shirt in the bag and tie it.

"Already, sir."

After saying goodbye to Sister Siska, you invited me to come home. It is still a question, where did you get enough money to buy me clothes earlier. It's nothing, but I think it would be better if the money was used to meet other more important needs.

He parked his bike as soon as he arrived in front of the house. I was the one he was carrying immediately came down and ran carrying the newly purchased clothes back home. Fortunately Rehan is not at home, if he knows it could be jealous because it is not bought by the Father.

"Hayo, Ma'am Devi brought what it is!"

It turns out my guess was wrong. Upon entering the house, Rehan was watching TV. He seemed to have just returned home after playing, the sweat on his face was not dry even though the fan was on.

"Nothing," I replied fiercely.

"Ih, fierce. Thought I didn't know, Devi's mom bought a shirt, right?" Rehan grabbed the plastic bag I was carrying.

"That's a shirt, right!"

"Yes, Re, make changes right in the boarding school later. You don't envy, yes, pity me if you ask too."

"Whose people are jealous? No, Ma'am. Kan, after this Madam Devi is not home, so it must be spoiled," ledek Rehan.

"Jewels like Rehan!" My evil sister laughed.

"No, no, Ma'am. I was just kidding. Spirit, yes, Ma'am. Hopefully at home. Later I will often look the same Mas Ovi, deh."

"Eh, why bring Mas Ovi?"

"Yes, he said that, really."

So much support I got. How can I be so selfish while so many expect me? I have to be determined, hopefully at home.