Enjoyment Ikhlas
JAHIL BROTHERS
A Honda Super Cub motorcycle, perched next to Bu Bardiyah's house. Ami who saw it only cut down while continuing the leisurely walk to the back of his house. Sri who saw her brother had returned from the house of Surti, walked over from the direction of the wasp.
"Home home, ma'am...? Don't bring any junk?" Ask Sri.
"Later to bring my mother, why don't you come? If you come, you're full." Said Ami while starting to wash the abandoned clothes all day.
"I was eating lunch, my father continued to nemenin mbah. Sick again, not waking up all day." Sri Report.
The age of Mbah Jah who entered 80 years looks increasingly vulnerable if sick. He doesn't want to drink medicine, let alone medicine. Just sleeping, until he feels fresh enough to leave the room.
"Leave it, as long as you check the temperature of the body every few hours. Don't get cold, if the fever immediately says yes." Ami said.
"Yes, mom. Uh, mbak... Mas Nano has come home from noon lo. As always, same with Tantri. But since entering the house, it does not look until now. Why are they...? Ma'am, we take a peek at yuk..." Take the curious Sri.
"Hus..! People going out want to be on the peep! Instead of thinking strangely, learn! Your PR has been done all the bekum?" Ask Ami.
"Already, lah! I can wait for you guys to come home other than open a book, not just play later Mbah why-what-how...?" Sewot Sri's.
"Good... If so, here help mbak rinse clothes so that the spout is finished. I'll bring you a toy..." Said Ami while putting on her ignorant smile.
Sri complied with her wondering face, looking at her brother. Sri knows, his brother's smile means that he has a unique or ignorant idea at this time. But he did not want to ask what as usual, certainly did not get the answer before his brother began to act.
After they finished drying their clothes, they went to the kitchen to get a drink. It was getting dark, Ami started lighting oil lamps inside the house. Sri went in and measured Mbah Jah's body tribe with his palm.
"Not hot." He muttered and went out of the room and found his brother carrying a rope and some empty cans of paint that his father had stored. "What did it do, ma'am?" Ask.
"Let's know, come with me. Keep an eye around, if there's a code-lover." Sahut Ami while walking out, to Tantri's motorcycle.
He then squatted behind the motorbike, tied a rope to several cans and connected to the license plate. After tightening the tie, he slowly put the cans on the ground.
Sri, who knew her brother's intentions, held back a laugh while putting up her ears and eyes. Looking left right, be alert to the surroundings.
When she finished, Ami looked at Sri above her with a smile. Their gazes met and then nodded. Ami stood up, and with a sneak they walked into the wasp. With a stifled giggle, they sat inside while waiting.
Nano's Zundapp Motorcycle, sitting sweetly on the front porch of the house. Only if it was not with Tantri or was going to visit her parents in the village did the motorcycle make its sound.
After a while, I heard people talking. "...don't fight anything with your father. Remember, there's still me if it's really not strong anymore." Nano's baritone voice sounded calm.
"Yes, thanks No. You take care of yourself too. I'll go home first." Tantri's voice responded.
Then the standard sound of the motor was lowered and the key of the helm sounded faint.
"I'm leaving." Tantri's sad voice was heard again in the following sound of the motor key and several times stater.
'Luckily the rope is long' thought Ami who hopes to be anxious if the action is caught prematurely. He and Sri looked at each other and smiled. Same smothering mouth holding laughter.
Motor gas sounds melodious, followed by a can that deafens the ears. Immediately the two ran to the wasp door and peeked out. They laughed stifledly while tossing with palms.
"AAAAMIII!" Shouted Nano while running towards the Tantri motor. The shocked Tantri looked back. His face was red withstanding shame. Because, in the yard next to many people who are preparing for the celebration.
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Hello readers😊😊😊
You all must be wondering, 'Is this Ami story really real? Or just the author's writing as real?' and the answer, evident from the information of some friends, relatives, neighbors Ami also Pak Soemani during his life. Because I know them very well. Well, still brother to be exact.
So who is curious about all the stories of Ami here, it is true. Maybe it's just interactions with Topo and Kamto that I don't know for sure. Because just heard from Ami's story.
About Ami photos, the author had seen his photo taken in the '80s. Ami said it was a photo when he was 28 and already had 1 son. Emang rich Chinese😆 people round face, but his hair in curly according to the trend of the era😁. If the author pounced, I look and give the picture to you guys yes... Continue the story of Ami.
Ami's message, 'do not pinch, if the pinch is painful'. And don't forget happy😘
