Dust Granules

Race with time

Morning greets with dewdrops that cool the earth. Birds singing with their joy. Welcoming the morning sun who began to show its light illuminating the earth.

Even though the morning seemed quiet, unlike the case with Echi who is currently busy preparing materials and equipment that will be used for the implementation of the PKK race as he told Geraldi a few days ago.

His spirit was clearly visible from the look of his extremely enthusiastic face. Because this time he really became an important person who initiated the idea and will carry out the steps according to what their group had planned. Not hoping to win. But he felt happy because of the cohesiveness that intertwined between members one and the other. He felt appreciated by participating in the event that took place.

At seven o'clock in the morning the participants were already in their respective booths to make market snacks in accordance with the basic materials of their respective groups.

The embers of the fire were already reddened in front of the booth of the group of thorny roses that one of its members had Echi there. Yes, Pkk's mother in the Echi group is a group of mothers who are sloppy, narcissistic and very open until their attitude resembles a group of unstable and hilarious teenagers. The name of the thorny rose is suitable for them.

"Everything is ready, right?" said Mother Shanti who is the leader of the group of thorny roses.

"Yes mother. Stay the process of burning the lemang, wait until it really mateng." replied Echi eagerly imagine the results of their activities today.

"For the fruits of his fruits from the garden of our group what? Bananas that we have been ready to buy the same Mbah Atmo make in use for his children." whispered mother Shanti in the ear of Echi.

"So Buk Mona brought oranges. I think it was from an agent. What do you think mother? Can we just go get Mona to display her oranges?" tanya Echi asked permission from the group leader.

"Yes, it's not papa. Anyway, just as a supporter. Let me menuhin our goods sales." said Mother Shanti while looking at the booth table which is still there is a lot of space. Because there are only a few knitting bags as handwork material, a set of young coconut ice as a drink, and an empty container that the grout will be filled with lemang results of their cooking.

While in another booth booth looks mother who is also still busy wrapping snacks that have been determined by their group. There are also those who have tasted snacks that have just been lifted from the pot. Looks smoke billowing when banana leaves as a wrapper of food was opened.

After going through several processes, finally the jury began to take value. A jury from out of town arrived late because it was stray and it caused the assessment by the jury to be two hours late from the specified time.

"This. This group must be disqualified" said the jury who was slim with a height of about 178 cm. There were thick round glasses perched on his nose. His hair was brown with a long shoulder. He wore a blue short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length sponge skirt. His appearance accompanied by a sour face make him look creepy. It can even be said to be the most horror jury among the five other judges.

"Sorry buk. Can you explain the error where until our group is qualified?" Echi politely asked the jury named 'Nurma'. That's the name on the shirt of the woman in front of him.

No response from the person asked. Echi continued his sentence. "At least we can do the defense if mom is willing to listen to our group's explanation. We've tried our best. But before the presentation was disqualified. Please consider our hard work and effort ma'am." This time, Echu's tone of voice trembled withstanding the annoyance and emotion in the person he was talking to. But Nurma instead passed away to the booth next door and then threw a small orange from the booth next door.

Echi swiftly caught the orange. An orange? So Echu suggests that the orange wares of Mona's buk must have been the cause.

Lekas Echi ran down the road to his house. His breath was hunting with a feeling of dread. He should have known it would go something like this. But he did not feel good to the mother who had brought the grapefruit if it was not on display at the table. Doesn't there have to be fruits from the group.

Arriving at the courtyard of the house, Echi still continued running into the back garden. There are seven orange trees there. Soon he climbed one of the shady orange trees. In broken her orange sprig that there are three grains of the fruit that is still yellowish green. Maybe it's almost ripe, he thought . If compared, the size of this orange is the same as the size of the orange in the booth.

Seeing Geraldi at the end of the road, Echi waved his hand. "Let's get me to the booth. Later I explain the story." said Echi with a sting and breath that is still hunting. Soon they drove to where they meant.

Echi ran towards the jury. At his height lift three grains of orange in one stalk that he took earlier. "This is proof. My dad's orange plant is big like this. It is natural that what we sell oranges is big and sweet. The jury can taste the orange with this orange I brought. If it is not appropriate, it can be qualified by our group." said Echi challenged to defend his group.

"sorry. We don't have much time" Nurma said with her cynical face.

"You can't appreciate anyone else at all. How can you be a good judge." said Echi softly with an annoyed face.