Dusk At Ufuk Malacca

Chapter 3

Although I do not know the direction of Qibla, I always keep praying. Either facing where, just according to feeling alone. I never heard of the Adhan so I followed the schedule like in the village. Mem less like me to pray even once forbid it. I do not ignore the threat, sometimes I pray in the bathroom of course I dry the floor first.

Once I prayed tahajjud in the room, suddenly there was a shout from the employer's son at the door. The lights are deliberately turned off. They run down the ridge and some even fall. I immediately screamed, I thought there was a real ghost. Boabboo, I thought I was a ghost.

Enraged, a swearing swore came out of his mouth. Not to be outdone, I also scolded him but use Madurese of course. Si Mem reprimanded me with his Mandarin.

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Morning as usual I prepared breakfast bread. Don't forget I got the rest. My stomach is Indonesian, if there is no rice for me it is just a stomach booster.

After everything was gone, I tried to find something I could eat. So stingy, Mem locked the rice storage. In the refrigerator there is only water and sausage children.

Like on the tip of the horn, I had to cook noodles. Just a spoonful of my tongue is already nyurot bin curly (grip). Understandably, my tongue is still first acquainted with noodle laksa.

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One by one, I cleaned their statues. I also forgot to talk to them myself. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. One by one the bakpaos in my place of prayer quickly devoured, even the fruits too.

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The next morning, I have a ritual that is very much awaited that is the ritual of disposing of garbage. I intentionally slowed my legs so that I could linger outside. Looks lined up mansions with their dogs. The air is so refreshing. It looks like the Bangla brothers are transporting trash while smiling flirtatiously at me.

Not finished daydreaming, there was a deafening cry of Mak Lampir.

"Sari ... basic stubborn female!," cried Mem.

Instantly I gasped with a cry that was so deafening. The scream that makes my hair goosebumps. It even feels through the heart to the heart.

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