Getting Married Late
#34
The next day went smoothly even though until three in the afternoon I finally got SKCK and yellow card also photocopies that have been legalized, and also, do not forget the time to leave also stop by first at RSUD Kajen to legalize photocopies of health certificates and drug-free and psychotropic certificates.
In the afternoon at 17:00 WIB We had to go to the field for the collection of the number of the lot and the establishment of the tent. Actually, the tent establishment event tomorrow at seven in the morning, but the nearest gudep-gudep many have set up first.
The twilight dimmed, when above the clouds saw swarms swirling around the mega, a tinge of orange hue covered in its shadow, even though it looks imperfect. To the west there the sun closes its eyes
The sound of crickets began to play the twilight orchestra. The frogs unpretentiously beat the evening drums, all complementing each other.
Azan Maghrib reverberated, finished or not the tent we set up we must leave, because there has been no electrical installation that illuminates the campground, while the night began to darken.
"Gaess, pray first in Mushola, later before coming home to stop by at Pak Hasyim's meat shop ya." I remind them.
Finally as a reward for our hard work in setting up the tent, we ate meatballs together at Pak Hasyim meatballs stall.
I went home with Lutfia, I got home and I immediately prepared everything I would bring tomorrow morning like a jacket and a blanket, the files I was collecting I was going to bring along.
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When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody pays attention, don't be sad. Because the sun also looks beautiful every morning even though most of the audience is still sleeping. John Lennon
At seven o'clock in the morning I was ready in full Scout uniform to leave, I waited for Lutfia in front of the house, sat on the porch, I packed the things I would carry in a plastic bag, as preparation and protection for the night, protection from the cold of the first night dew on the campground.
From a distance I saw Lutfia on her duck motorcycle approaching, and stopped in front of my house. I got up and walked up to him and immediately got up and sat down on his motorbike.
Lutfia runs its motorbike at medium speed, until at Madrasah all participants have been dispatched using a rented car. I also sent a message to the other brother of the coach, Ms. Mimah, who was already in the field asking what equipment had not been carried away.
[I'm still in Madrasah, is there anything to bring to the field?]
send
No answer yet, it may be busy. A moment later,
Clings
[Tablecloths and flower vases don't exist yet, Ma'am, they were unprepared. If it is still in Madrasah please bring it.]
[Okay,]
Send
I also looked for the existence of the items referred to by Ms. Mimah in front of the teacher's room and in front of the warehouse, but I have not met, I also entered the teacher's room, it turns out that thing was there.
Up in the tent field we have stood upright, just complement here and there.
The next event after the establishment of the tent is preparation for the opening ceremony of the Jamboree twig at 13.00 WIB.
The sun is getting higher, although the new time shows at 10:22 WIB, but because the location is in the middle of the field so it feels so hot stinging. While carrying an evamatic mat belonging to one of the participants, Bu Sri invited me to take shelter under a shady mango tree and grow around the field.
Some of the sister builders use long bamboo tip is given a bottle of mineral water that has been sliced to take the cherry fruit from the tree.
The breeze caressed the disheveled faces nan livid. Eve was hot but the wind was cold.
"Mom, do you want young coconuts?" I asked Bu Sri.
"Hus, hawa pringsang gini don't drink ice!" servicing
"No ice, just ask for pure water, don't give sugar." I said.
"Oh.yeah I want one." he said.
"Okay, wait here."
I also moved from my seat to the young coconut ice seller.
"Mas, water with only 1 grain soin 2 cups yes!" I asked the seller who was opening the young coconut.
"Just a moment, ma'am" she asked me to be patient.
I also waited by sitting on a mat that was held there. In addition to selling young coconut ice, it turns out that the seller also provides krispi bananas, brown bananas and others. It was Mas-mas who opened the young coconut while his wife who served the buyers.
Coconut has been successfully opened and has been accommodated in a plastic teapot, he appears to be dredging young coconut meat with a spoon because the coconut meat is very soft.
"You want to be wrapped in plastic or poured in a glass, ma'am?" tanyanya gave me a choice.
For a moment I thought, who bought a lot like that, must be the shame of carelessly.
"Plastic, Mas. Make two yes." I asked.
"Sign, Ma'am." he said.
"How much, Mas?" ask me about price.
"Ten thousand rupiah, ma'am. This is a big coconut.
I also received two packs of young coconut water, and handed over a piece of money that I had been holding since.
I went back to Bu Sri who was enjoying the breeze under the shade of the mango tree and gave her a packet of coconut water.
I also sit down, enjoy the fresh coconut water, enjoy the breeze blowing breeze, would be more delicious if accompanied by a busker who sings his songs Via Valen, he said, Then which favor of your Lord do you want to deny Alula.
Again fun to enjoy the atmosphere, get a message from Bu Mimah,
[Sir, this is the absence of the already so, all mypill signed, not put in the tent princess yes.]
[Yes, I'm going to the tent, ]
send
I also rose from my seat, I lazily stepped my feet towards the tent on the edge of the field, but the heat was so stinging, how it felt later during the opening ceremony, did not many faint.
Until my daughter's tent came in, Ms. Mimah was also signing the list of absences, 2 more were probably put in the men's tent so that it could be signed by Pak Yahya and Pak Son.
I took 1 bendel containing the number of active days for 1 year of study, and began to sign it while sitting together, like someone who was begging, begging that my hard work during this time reap tangible results, aami..
"Tomorrow at noon maybe I can not accompany the children to follow the activities, Ma'am. I'm going to Binagriya, I'm going to print a photo. I've been used to print photos there because." said Bu Mimah on the sidelines he signed the absent file 1 bendel again, I just agree.
While relaxing in the tent I took the time to continue filling out the signature list present although a little, later it will be finished too.
Until that night when I was also filling out my signature, I got a message from Dadank on my phone, I opened it.
[Assalamu'alaikum, Hank. I was on a bus trip to Pekalongan.]
Deg, man,
[ Wa'alaikumussalam, To Pekalongan? what business is it?]
Send
I'm continuing my work, though,
Clings, cling,
[To my mother's house in Binagriya, my mother and the family Tomorrow Lusa want to move to Padang, we meet there.]
Kirain wants to play at my house, all of a sudden?
[How come you didn't say you had a mother in Pekalongan? Sorry, I'm busy not going anywhere, you said suddenly.]
Send, man,
Actually, I could be with Mimah tomorrow, tomorrow he would go to Binagriya to print photos, but there would be a bodol radio twitching if he knew I was his permission to play games.
Clings, cling,
[My aunt's husband is Pekalongan, you can go to Binagriya, Yank?]
[I can't, Dank. You're the one who came here. I was at the Jamboree Twig Campground in Doro.]
Send, man,
Clings, cling,
[I don't know that area, Yank.]
[Can ask anther your husband, he said he is Pekalongan, surely know the Doro area.]
Send, man,
Clings, cling,
[Yes, if he wants, try dech tomorrow. If he doesn't want to, you go there, Yank. Until tomorrow Yank, Assalamu'alaikum.]
Sorry, Dank. I really can't.
[ Wa'alaikumussalam.]
I put my phone back down, I'll continue my work.
The night is getting more concentrated, after the activities today, stay to pick up dreams. The time has shown at 22, but the participants I accompanied seemed to have no signs they wanted to sleep, this hour still sounded laughter from them, they said, whether what invites them to laugh, there is something they talk about, maybe because they are not used to sleeping apart from the pillow bolstersnya times yes.
They appear to have lined up like a fish shady stew sold in the market, it turns out that the tent measuring 2 x 4 meters was not fit to accommodate 13 participants and 2 escorts. I also picked up an evamatic mat belonging to the participants who had not been held, as well as Hoodie's jacket and my blanket.
Immediately I spread the evamatic mat next to the tent, on an empty land but still inside the guardrail, it was still near the kitchen. I took my face as a pillow.
I lay looking up at the sky, the moon was smiling shyly from behind the clouds, I felt the dew that clearly hit my face, I held the end of the tent was wet, it was getting colder, it was getting colder, maybe this is what the homeless out there feel at night, cold.
The sky as the roof of my house
The earth as its floor
My life down the road
The rest of the people I eat
Jare wak Haji Rhoma Irama that I sing in the heart
I am grateful, although poor, but I can still sleep under the roof tile. Suddenly the dew that hit me the more real I felt, it was drizzling, Astaghfirullahal'adzim.
I got up, I took another mat from the children who were still left, I spread the mat over the tent, a tent made of parachute cloth coated with plastic, but the plastic was already a lot of peeling.
Thank God, the drizzle did not last long, maybe only 2 minutes, Alhamdulillah not until it rained. I also re-enacted my body.
It's past midnight, I start closing my eyes and start to fall asleep. Suddenly, a loud noise moved me. I also opened my eyes.
Two young boys came, and,
"Mom, Mr. Hardi and Mr. Son asked to be made Mi boiled the same coffee." said one of the messengers Pak Hardi.
Astaghfirullahal'adzim, can not see people calm dech, even though in the tent the son has prepared a thermos filled with hot water.
"Wait a minute, brought by you!" my orders.
They sat in front of the tent, and I struggled with the kitchen utensils to make two bowls of boiled noodles and two cups of coffee cantels. Why two cups of coffee cantel? no one brought a cup to the camp.
After maturing, I handed over the two portions of food and drink that I put on a tray to the two students of the messenger's son, Mr. Hardi.
"This is the noodles and coffee, Nang. Can you take it, right?" I said while putting a tray in front of them.
"Can, Mom." he said as he took the tray and then left.
I also laid my body back. The night was getting colder, it was almost morning, the moon had moved away from his place earlier, now he was like running away to the west. I covered my whole body with a blanket.
Good nights,
Have a good dream, please,
Don't forget the thumb.
