Getting Married Late
#26
Soft sunlight glittered
Between the leaves, through the trees.
Pouring the Crystal light in the middle of life
The pure aroma of nature felt so profound
Nature in the morning symphony
Awakened eyes saw a soft light
Along with a sweet chirp, the sign of a new day has begun.
Autumn changes the color of the world
The leaves fall gently on the natural mat
Melt when the sun has set
Leaving the aroma of nature, typical leaves fall off
The flying bird swept away the trees
Free to float exploring the nature that is falling
Bringing on the reflection of life,
That this mortal world keeps changing roles
Stay on goal until later there are no regrets
Because the seasons keep changing,
The morning is always waiting.
New life is always repeating
As a limit to improving ourselves
Before meeting the True Owner
morning poetry compilation by NN
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Lula woke up at 05.00 WIB, after performing dawn prayers, Lula went to the back to wash dirty dishes and other cookware scattered beside the well.
Lula took a dingklik, a small chair as a seat as she washed the dishes. Lula washed the dishes while humming sholawat as usual, whether it was exhausted how many cassette rollers were played, from dangdut songs, sholawat to pop rock songs were also not missed until the dish washing procession was completed.
The back door was opened from the outside, Mak Kulsum poked from behind him with greetings, in his hand carrying a black plastic bag of crackles, he had just visited Mak Siti, bought a lot of packs of his signature megono culinary rice, do not forget the tempe mendoan that always accompanies the megono rice.
Lula stepped forward, about to call Santo and his mother for a megono rice breakfast together. In the middle room he passed by Bu Sri who did want to go back.
"Eh, Mother. I happened to meet with Mom, already awaited Mak e for breakfast."
"Oh yes, Lula. Mother also happened to want to go back." said Ms. Sri.
"Please, Mom! I'd like to call Mas Santo first."
Lula again stepped his legs forward, in his can Santo was sitting on the living room sofa playing HP.
"Mas, let's have breakfast first!" take Lula to Santo.
"Morning still, Say. Mas is not used to breakfast at this time." said Santo explained.
"Keep it usually if breakfast is what time?" ask Lula again.
"Four nine or ten" said the Saint.
"Well, there's no breakfast donk, it's only 2 o'clock, it's the same behind one." replied Lula, pointing to the wall.
"Kc...Breakfast rice, Say. It's nine."
"Hehehe.the way to the river aja yuk, Mas!" bring Lula.
"Come on!"
Santo was about to open the side door where his motorbike came out.
"Why what?" ask Lula.
"Out of motor,"
"Just walk away."
"Oh.. I think I'm on a motor,"
"I'll know that Mas likes free" Lula said with a smile.
"Come on!"
The two of them walked along the path and also the rice field yard that Lula used to pass when leaving for college or going to the market.
The morning air was so fresh, the sunlight that hit the river water glittered, like a jewel grain as if floating on its surface.
Somehow their current relationship, Lula who is fed up with the attitude of Saint and his family but does not want to be a jomblowati. While Santo who always could never obey Lula's wishes but was very afraid of losing Lula.
Alula POVs
I felt happy at that time, when there were people who expressed love to me, even though only through SMS, at least could comfort my heart after the departure of the people I love.
At first I just casually accepted it, no more just made it as entertainment. Given the distance of our residence which is quite far although it is still in one province. Three months we had this relationship only through free SMS and phone calls.
I didn't think she was this serious, she came to the house to take one of her family, her only sister. He also asked me to come to his house with the lure, but the lure was never realized.
Always and always, I am like a child who is always lured to something but ultimately never participated in, always diverted. I'm tired of all this. How come there's a guy like that, medit wrapped around the bit.
Actually he is not the same love me, baby not the same me, if you call me, say, where is the evidence? it's bullshit. He said love, not only love is a sense of wanting to have but also have to sacrifice for the sake of the people we love.
I must always keep his feelings, obey his wishes, while he never cares about my feelings. The time he once sentin I because I was typing the word "your bald" in SMS, very childish right.
It was he himself who whined for return. Plus the lecture delivered by his brother is not enough one hour talk on the phone. Whatever I'm talking about with him, his family knows. Hufft can't keep a secret.
I wonder, dech, why he never invited his friend when playing to my house, why is it always his family members who were invited and made into a shield, he said, is he afraid that his friend will take me from him or does he have no friends, what a pity for his life, hehehe...
O Allah, if he is my soul mate then make him a good man who obeys Your commandments, and shun Your prohibitions, but if he is not my soul mate then keep him out of my life.
🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
Welo Kali
Once at the river Lula sat on a new not so big, he took off his flip-flops and rolled up his pants.
both of his legs he gouged into the water, his left hand picked up a pebble while his right hand threw the pebble as far as he could.
His eyes looked at the calm water of Kedung, and the gurgling sound of water flowing between the rocks calmed down, as if muffling the human voice there.
While Santo was sitting crouching on a large rock, a kretek cigarette had not been finished he smoked.
"Mas, it's a header" said Lula while pointing between the legs of the Saint.
"What?" ask the Saint who does not know what Lula means.
"If you want to squat not there, there under the stone." point Lula again.
"Are you going to take a shower?" ask Lula. And without waiting for an answer from Saint Lulapun splashed water on him.
"Lula, I don't have a change of clothes!" exclaim Santo while blocking the water with both arms.
"Belgium!" exclaim Lula. "If you need to take a bath there to the middle, go with the kids!" point at.
"Can't bring soap." elak Santo while still making his arm as a shield.
"Wear the stone, Mas! Or if Mas wants I can find leaves or grass to rub your skin." Lula bargained who stopped splashing water.
"You think Mas is a buffalo what is rubbed using grass" said Santo jengah.
"Hahaha. if Mas want to be considered like that is up to you, but make no mistake our ancestors before the bath soap was found also if the bath is rubbed using stones and leaves." Lula explained.
"Ehm..Say, you know who first invented bath soap?" ask Santo.
"No idea whose soap is missing?"
"Not lost, but the person who first made bath soap what's his name?" ask the Saint again.
"I don't know either." replied Lula. "What exactly?" tanyakanya.
"The person who first made the bath soap was Minang" replied the Saint.
"Why can it be Minang?"
"Because the name is Uni Lever, the call is Uni, it is definitely Minang people. Jhony Lever is a Bollywood artist from India, meaning Uni Lever the Minang donk" Santo explained.
"Oh, that. Then the Soviet Union, United Arab Emirates and other uni-unions that come from Minang as well?" guess Lula.
"Yes Maybe," replied the Saint as he scratched his head.
"Well, you look more like Jhony Lever dech, Mas." said Lula. "Go home yuk!" bring him.
"Why go home? Mas still at home here." reject Santo.
"I'll be at 09:30, Mas. I'm only allowed to leave at noon" Lula replied
"Begging permission not to enter! here the air is fresh, Say, Mas still wants to enjoy it." still trying to persuade.
"Yes, if you still want to be here, then go back by yourself! I don't feel good if I have permission not to enter, Mom. This will only start a few days after the gas semester holiday until the new year yesterday." said Lula.
You already know what you enjoy the natural scenery feels like. If invited to tourist attractions always avoid.
"Well, let's go home! I don't want to go home alone afraid of straying, you're ashamed." eventually Santo got up from his seat and jumped from the boulders as a foothold.
Lula got up from her seat, walking barefoot enjoying a massage of pebbles stepped on her that sometimes hurt with her left hand cupped flip-flops.
They walked hand in hand down the path and passed through a small steep creek. Sometimes the push when passing the path that climbs interspersed with jokes and laughter.
Upon arrival at Lula's house, they were immediately greeted with a slur of the question of Santo's mother who was like a hen losing her child in front of the house, one of the heck they had gone unseemly this morning.
"Other times if you want to go alone first yes, To!" pinta.
"Yes, Mom. Suddenly I couldn't say sorry, sorry!" sahut Santo's.
"Lula who joined Mas Santo, Mom. Lula is sorry! lula.
"Yes, I'm sorry. You guys have breakfast there, or you want to take a shower?" tell Bu Sri.
"Breakfast first, Mom! Shower later if the sweat is gone." take Lula to Santo.
They stepped inside the house, heading straight for the dining room. Santo sat on the table chair, while Lula took two glasses of sweet tea for the two of them, he went back to the table to put a tray of two glasses of sweet tea there and sat down beside Santo.
"What is this thing called rice begono?" ask Santo.
"Begono kok? this is how hehe.. Megono, Mas." Lula.
"Yes, that means Mas so." said the Saint. "This time I want to go home." he said.
"Cock straight home?" ask Lula.
"What would you do if you weren't home?" Saint argues.
"Go take a shower first." said Lula.
"I think you want to take Mas home, Say." said Santo somewhat disappointed.
"I taught you only two hours of lessons, Mas. Later at 11:00 is also finished." said Lula.
But if you want to go home is also okay, Mas. Inner Lula.
"Mas wants to go home, so that later in the afternoon can rest, tomorrow morning will work." said Santo.
After finishing breakfast, Lula sipped some sweet tea, as did Saint. It is better to drink water, but it has become a habit.
"Me or Mas take a shower first?" ask Lula.
"You alone, Say! I want to spend this first, dear if not finished." replied the Saint who was smoking a kretek cigarette.
Lula went to her room to pick up the towel and uniform that day along with the insides. He then went into the bathroom and performed his bathing ritual.
After bathing Lula back into the room again to dress up and prepare the needs to be taken to the office. He went out of the room and found that Saint and his mother were ready to go home.
The saint and his mother say goodbye to Lula's family.
"Yes mother came home, Lula" said Ms Sri, handing over the back of her hand to kiss Lula. "Saint doesn't say goodbye to Lula, just kiss her in!" tell it to the Saint.
Mother Songong base, another mother where there are those who tell their children kiss before marriage.Lula grumbled in the heart.
"No, Mom. Later Lula makeup is damaged again, Lula has bad luck if you have to groom again." reject Lula.
"Yaudah then, We say yes, Mother, Usnul, Nhia, Izur. Tomorrow play to Tegal again yes, Zur! the others too." said Bu Sri.
"It's Allah, ma'am." said Izur.
Saint and his mother finally left Lula's residence. Lula escorted Izur to Madrasah.
At 09.18 Lula arrived at Madrasah, there was still a short time to rest, he went into the office while all the teachers were on break.
"Assalamu'alaikum!" said Lula who went straight in and sat in her chair.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered all his friends compactly like the group vocals.
"Cieee.the new flanked calmi," teased Pak Hardi.
"Calmi-calmi, is there any evidence that she's my calm?" elak Lula's
"It's normal, Mom. Do not make it hard, the proof until staying." said Mr. Hardi.
"They stay because they don't want to spend money to pay for the hotel." replied Lula immediately.
"If there's nothing with Ms. Lula, they can go straight home. The journey from here to Tegal is two hours long." Mr. Hardi argued.
"Au ah." said Lula did not want to discuss.
The bell automatically reads, those who have a teaching schedule immediately leave the office to their respective classes.
Lula arranges textbooks and class administration books to bring to class. He stepped out of the office down the MI corridor and up the stairs, Karen's classroom VI is on the second floor.
He entered the classroom VI, the students were already waiting for him there.
Happy Reading, I hope you like it
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