Getting Married Late
#36
I got back in the field when the sun had slid westward, casting a 1/3 shadow of the height of the object. Participants are preparing to join the UN coaching of the police force. I continued to sign an incomplete attendance list.
I remember Dadank back. I took a cell phone from inside my bag to make a phone call to her. Connected calls.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Yank." Greetings from the other end of the phone.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, Dank. Have you arrived in Pekalongan?" my many.
"Udah from last night, Yank. I'm up to 10 if not wrong." replied Dadank.
"Oh.. I didn't tell you when it arrived. Though I wait you know." I said, whereas mana sempet.
"Hehe.. I'm tired of Yank, so just go to bed. How's it? can you come here?" tanyakanya.
"Sorry, Dank. If I can't do it now, I can do it on Sunday."
"Well.. This week the house was occupied by someone else Yank. Later in the night I have returned to Salatiga, because tomorrow morning my brother has to go to Padang." he replied.
"We can't see you, donk. You're the one who's here now, still this afternoon." I persuaded.
"I don't understand the area here, Yank. Sorry Yank, yes, I have to help my brother pack this." said.
"Yaudah, just keep going. I have a lot of work too. Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
Connection was cut off, I continued my work back which is still not well, signed a list of book rapelan present.
The scorching sun begins to dim, sometimes the light is covered with mega so that it slightly reduces the sting. Participants who participated in the UN socialization of the Police in droves have returned, Nampak Bu Lut behind them.
"Capek, ma'am" said Avila, who had just sat on the mat while taking off her shoes.
"If you're tired of resting, Evil. Drink water don't keep ice." I said. " Others, too, do not buy snacks carelessly, that's rice kok is still a lot of leftovers, who does not eat?" my many.
No one wanted to say, who in front of me all said they had eaten.
From a distance Nailul who most pocket money came close with Widi, they brought something orange that caught my attention.
"Ilul, where do you sell mango pickles?" ask me while gulping down the spit that I hide.
"Mom Lula wants to? this together, Ma'am." said Nailul while thrusting a pickle of young mango that even offered.
"No need, Miss Lula asked to buy it. How many, Ilul?" my many.
"It's two thousand, ma'am." replied Ilul while enjoying his mango pickle.
"Bu Lut want a mango pickle, don't you?" I asked Bu Lut who was lying in the tent while fanning his body.
"Yes, Mother. I'm five grand." His mouth reached into his pants pocket and threw five thousand, but it was still far from my reach.
Eventually the money became the baton until it reached my hand. I took the same money and gave it to Ilul.
"This, Lul. Please buy five thousand two bags." I asked while handing over the money to Ilul.
"No chilli, Mom?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, use chili." I said.
Ilul and Widipun left the tent to buy a pickled mango.
"Don't buy any snacks, ma'am." chirped Avila exactly as I said when giving her advice earlier.
Busyet.
I looked at Avila who was laughing but a little grim with embarrassment. I smiled at him too.
"Bu Lula is immune, Evil." I said.
Not how many of them came back carrying a small bag of crackles and handed the bag to me. I also received and opened the bag of crackle, there were two small packs of mango pickles, I took one, the other I handed it to Bu Lut.
I started enjoying it.
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Tonight is the second night, the last night we were at the Jamboree Twig campground, right at seven o'clock it was a campfire, and after it was an art night.
Art performance participants are a combination of men's and women's squads, at least 6 participants. They can display any art creations be it drama, dance-nusantara, poetry reading or singing.
Participants who will take part in the stage have been self-sufficient since the magrib but have not worn costumes. Because they have to follow the bonfire ceremony first.
During the bonfire ceremony, all the lights were turned off, except for the lights in the merchants' tents. Yes, that is how it can serve the buyer if it is pitch dark. The bonfire ceremony took place solemnly, the art stage was lively.
Parents of students who visit also crowded the field, they want to participate in watching their children perform on stage.
Unlike the night before, the participants slept faster tonight. After all the activities were completed, they laid his body neatly lined up in the tent and fell asleep. Maybe because they are tired for 2 days following the activity.
Before breaking down, I took the time to send a message to Mr. Hardi.
[Sir, ask to make coffee with boiled noodles, right?]
send, send,
clings, clings,
[Yes, Mom. Please make boiled noodles 4, coffee 2 and tea 2, incidentally Pak Yahya and kang Khadik (Madrasah Guard) are also still here.]
[Utus son here donk make bawain, because the daughter has all slept.]
send, send,
clings, clings,
[Silence who brought it here, later you do not introduce the next tent companion, still single]
[Ih, Njenengan. We're here with the madrasa alma mater, sir.]
send, send,
clings, clings,
[Once the alma mater, save first or hang use hanger, 😂😂😂]
[Sengengan want tomorrow morning MI we become trending topic in sosmed, MI XXX daughter builder at midnight infiltrate the men's tent.]
send, send,
Clings
[Good, MI teacher there is a spiral, he he he he.]
A spiral? marriage is not yet, spiral tide time.
[Everything if no one wants to take it here don't expect to enjoy boiled noodles and exclamation point coffee]
send, send,
clings, clings,
[Yes-yes, the most beautiful teacher ma'am(if alone in the son's tent 🤭🤭🤭), the,
Kang Khadik is here]
[😠😠😠]
send
"It's ripe yet?" kang Khadik asked suddenly startled me.
"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, Kang Khadik midnight ngaggetin like a demon dech." I said.
"Hehe.. Where is there a handsome demon like me?" he said bragging.
"Yes dech, ngganteng kayak sutet cable. If you don't see where Mumuk wants to be. Nih mi stew." praise me while handing 4 bowls of boiled noodles I arranged on a box basket.
I pasted four 3 in 1 coffee sachets on the side of the bowl, and took out a hot water thermos for Kang Khadik to carry as well.
"The glass is already in the son's tent huh, kang."
"Maturnuwun, ma'am" he said.
"Sami-sami, Kang." I said.
Kang Khadik carried a box basket containing 4 bowls of boiled noodles on his left arm like a Padang restaurant waiter, while his right hand was straddling the flask.
It's my job today, it's time to pick up the dream. Still in the same position as last night, sleep on an evamatic mat and roof the sky. Up there the moon like mocking me, hopefully I can meet a mate tonight even in a dream, aamiin...
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I woke up when Brother Andri Gunawan woke the participants through loudspeakers from the secretariat. Yup, it's already dawn, it's so cold. It felt reluctant for me to move my limbs, let alone to get up. My body feels crumpled, my eyes are still difficult to open.
Unfortunately I sleep in the open like a bum, the difference is that I sleep on an evamatic mat, my body is wrapped in a Hoodie jacket and a thick fur blanket, while the bums are only based on newspapers or used cardboard, he said, even many are not worth anything and do not dress anything, only clothes that are attached to his body.
My body refused to wake up but not with my soul, my soul thrashed. Let's get up, Lula. Are you not ashamed? Soon surely the chicken porridge and the Ijo bean porridgeer will take the hajj, eh mangkal next to you he means. You want your body to be free entertainment for them?
In a moment dech, I still want to continue my dream, I had a dream of meeting a handsome guy suddenly collapsed because Mr. Andri Gunawan woke up, huh..
I returned to dreamland, but no longer met the handsome young man in my dream, suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder,
"Mr Lula... Ma'am." The female voice called me. Mr Andri Gunawan woke up again?
Uh, wait. Why is her voice female? Like not Mr. Andri Gunawan dech, because he never called his female friend as Ma'am, he always called his female teacher friend Nju, Nju Lula.
It is unique itself Mr. Andri, wong Solo but calling it Nju, Nju is a call for older sisters in Pekalongan who are almost extinct, for older brothers with the name Kang, Nju, now the call has been replaced with Mas and Mbak, even Mas and Mbak are also almost eroded by Brother and sisters.
"Mister Lula," the voice called out again. "If you want to continue to sleep in the tent, ma'am. Here to make it through the kids difficult." he said again.
Uh, it was Mimah Ma'am. I got up and sat down, stretched my muscles.
"What time?" ask her.
"Fifth hour. I want to go home first, Mom. I've boiled water, later when it's boiling please turn off the fire." he said.
Without waiting for an answer from me, he immediately left me. Well, you have to wait for the water to boil first, even though I've been peeing. Want to ask for help with children, later if something happens the responsibility is big. Duh. patience yes, urinary, just a moment really.
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