Getting Married Late
#37
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.
After waiting for about three minutes, I also saw smoke coming out of the pot that had blown its lid off because the water inside was boiling. Immediately I opened the lid and poured it into the thermos and teapot that I had sprinkled powder tea, then I went to the mosque by grafting my parachute face that I used to carry when traveling and my toiletries.
I'm not going home this morning, I'm going to go home.
Arriving at Mushola, I immediately slid into the toilet of the only woman in Mushola to complete my HIV, the desire for vivis that I held since waking up earlier.
I pray at dawn first to catch up with the dawn which will soon be over, only after that I take a shower and change clothes with full Scouts, because later must accompany the participants of the wide game and closing ceremony.
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This morning, the sun peeked out from behind Lazuardi, the light still soft but blinding to the eye. The night still leaves the cold, the dew grains that hit the grass glittering exposed to the light of the sun.
I went back to the tent, the time showed not even from six in the morning, it was still a long time for breakfast, while the worms in my stomach had been protesting singing seriosa songs.
Behind the tent there is a porridge worker riding the hajj mangkal there, uh he means a chicken porridge seller. Green bean porridge sellers also do not want to lose, they both like being in a race to sow a bowl with a spoon deh kayaknya.
It's up to you guys, dech..
While Madam Susah, a pecel seller who used to roam the market also opened a stand in the western row of the tent, that was when I returned from Mushola pass in front of him, I saw the rainbow porridge that was already in containers in mica cup bowls.
So this pomegranate mah, uh dilemma yes, want to wait kang Khadik come bring breakfast rations, but the worms in there are impatient, want to buy porridge later rations breakfast not kemakan.
After not long thinking, finally Madam Hard who succeeded as a winner. I got up and walked over to his field.
Thank God I still buy one, the other I buy it myself. After paying for it I brought the porridge back to the tent, while promoting to participants or attendants who are already present, who knows later can get a commission, wkwkwkwk.
Arriving at the tent turned out to have many other companion builders who came, Bu Sri, Bu Lut and Bu Zana. My brain becomes parno nih, must be my pelang porridge which is only 1 cup later to be a prank.
"What is that, Ma'am?" ask Lutfia.
"Macem-macem porridge." I answered briefly. "Come, we eat together," I pretended to offer them as masks to cover my embarrassment of only buying 1 cup, when my heart screamed.
"Buy where, Ma'am? I want to buy it myself." said Lutfia. Lutfia likes to be disgusted when eating mingled with others, with her husband alone she never drank 1 glass for both.
"Buy on the lap is Difficult Maak," I said. Lutfia left immediately.
While Ms. Zana did not respond, the woman was busy stirring sugar in the teapot I had given her the powdered tea.
"I'm tasting here, Miss Lula. Later if it's good I buy it myself." exclaimed Bu Sri who turned out in his right hand already holding a spoon.
I'm just thieving.
We enjoyed the porridge until it ran out. What Bu Sri said was just tasters turned out to be bablas, like a jreng nong ad.
"Buy again, ma'am." I said half asking Ms. Sri to fulfill her promise.
"Udah ah, later the rice catering is not kemakan." he replied lightly.
"You're still hungry, Mom. The rice has not come either." I persuaded.
"Well, come." he said, pointing in a direction.
Sure enough, finally the eagerly awaited present also at the time showed at half-seven. Kang Khadik came with two bags of baskets in his hand to approach the princess' tent.
I also invited and took the princess participants for breakfast, and sent the men who were in the princess tent to bring rice to her friend who had not come.
At half-eight in the morning, preparations for departure for a wide game activity. Ms. Sri and I chose to stay in the tent, doing the cleaning for the K3 assessment.
At eight all participants have been dispatched wide game, we immediately arrange and clean the tent with the help of three children who did not participate in the activity. Soon there will be officers walking around.
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The twig jamboree ended at one o'clock in the afternoon, I went home with my brother who happened to be nongol. When I got home, I threw my body in my bedroom.
"should now? I'm still tired tomorrow." I said.
"Yes, it's up to Lula. I'm just saying." replied Usnul stepping away.
What's with the sewage..
I changed my mind, I got up and went to Mbah Tari's house, the house in front of my house facing and blocked the road, but the condition of the land in our village is not flat so my home is above the Sewahan house below.
I entered when I opened the door and said my greetings, walking straight to his room. Simbah's old condition often makes him sickly, Sewah must be in his room.
Sure enough, I saw in his room he was lying all over his body, even though the weather was blazing. I sat on the edge of the cot and stomped his feet, it seemed like Sewaan was just asking to be kneaded.
Wakey woke up,
"Lula," he called.
"Yes, Mbah." I said.
"It's water on the table, you use it for a bath" he said, looking at the table.
I took the water, though,
"What is this gonna do, Mbah?" I asked while holding and watching the pink water wrapped in long ice plastic.
Inside there is a pink paper that is folded, maybe because the color of the paper so that the water turns pink and like there is a tattoo on the paper.
"Already, just obey." said Sewah.
"Yes, Mbah." I said obediently.
There is no harm in obeying the words of the old man, but I shudder in horror as well, afraid that there are jinn inhabiting the diagram, and then even possessed my body how?
Ah, nevermind. I tried to brush off the thought, the important thing is I will obey worship, pray and teach, surely the jinn and his friends will also run, positive thinking only, Lula.
When I heard that I looked at Azan asyar and I went back home and met Mak e who was sitting in the living room, I also sat opposite him.
"Sir, Simbah why is this, who goes to the winter?" ask her.
"Wo Roji maybe. What did Sambaran say?"
"Just say this water is for bathing,"
"Sepah also asked De Sokhani to go to the people of Pinter, said there is a young man in this village who likes you, but he did not dare to talk to you, said the Pinter, he said the young man was married but he didn't want you to be owned by someone else" Mak said.
"Well, do you believe those things?"
"Well believe me, the proof until now you also have not got a soul mate too, maybe your soul mate is bundled with the young man." he explained.
"It's God's destiny, Mommy." I argue.
"But there is nothing wrong with us trying, and you also have to improve your attitude, take care of your words especially with the opposite sex, you if you like to talk hot and spicy." said Mak e.
"What is it, Mom? It's coming from Mak e." I said.
"Your germs, same reckless old man. Have a shower!" expel Mak e.
I also went laughing, I immediately took a shower because this body felt sticky, I used the pink water as the last rinse
A walk to the park, ria,
there's still a cleaning officer there,
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