Girls Pay For Young Masters
Portable Sink
"Crazy! It's so delicious!"
Forgetting out there is the first takbir sound, the sign of Eid al-Fitr has come and is ready to be welcomed tomorrow morning.
A group of young people are running around, curious about the unique drumbeat they had previously heard.
"If you want to see more clearly you should walk out the alley, in front there is a field there will usually be someone who lights fireworks and mercons there," In line to tell the three, he said, the three curious city kids are Rio, Nana, and of course Martin.
Why only three? For one is still sitting watching the eating bowls that are not yet fully exhausted. I don't know what makes Leandra observe the bowls? At the movement of Laras who began to trace the containers scattered, this girl's mother came.
"Roads," in a polite voice but there was a broken command mark.
"Injeh, Buk,"[1] Laras hurriedly walked up to his mother's call.
"It is impolite to clean food containers when there are still guests who eat," actually this sentence is in Javanese. Laras nodded in assent to his mother, in the unwritten rules of Javanese tradition ‘tamu is king’, and there is no action that seems to make the guests uncomfortable.
"Sampean sakniki mom kongkon neng omahe Lik Manto, kancamu akeh lanange. Ora slick, neng omah iki ora ono jaler tiang seng ngewangi,"
(You are now the mintain's mother please go to his house Uncle Manto, your friend the majority of men, not good, in this house there is no man who helps keep,)
"Sampun madol Pak RT tho, Buk?"
(Have told RT sir –kah, Mom?)
"Campoon. Oh, ojo nganti kelalen, pick up a blanket,"
(Already. Oh, don't forget, lend me the blankets, too)
"Chew, Buk," the girl moved from where she was, passing by Leandra who was still acting strangely observing bowl after bowl just like before.
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Aligned Mother finally couldn't bear it, how could the young man still do the same thing since earlier? Twenty minutes may have passed. Finally the mother in simple clothes, skirt below the knees, potluck hem, and coiled hair approached the stunned young man.
"Oh, Gusti," he murmured inwardly, only to realize what this young man was puzzling over.
In the past, when the late Mr. Selaras was still there, the same thing happened to him, because Mr. Selaras' fingers were incomplete. His pinky was cut off accidentally due to the squeaking of his own selurit when looking for grass. He had trouble eating with his hands.
From the beginning of the fight for food, Leandra ate the slowest because this tall man was not able to grasp properly, he squinted with his thumb and two other fingers, namely the index and middle fingers. You can imagine how clumsy and difficult he was to squeeze a bite of food.
Ibu Laras hastily ran to the kitchen, the woman who impressed over 40 years old grabbed Leandra's hand and without talking put a spoon on her palm.
There was a smile rising on Bu Sumi's face, mother's name was Aligned. Presumably this woman knew, Leandra had been watching the bowl because she wanted to taste the vegetables, but she did not know how to eat by hand when the food was fruitful. Leandra was not as good as the others, who were able to bribe food with their five fingers.
Leandra looks awkward and embarrassed.
"Let's eat it, '" a mixture of Javanese and Indonesian that sounds very subtle. I don't know what's going on, making a tremor in Leandra's heart.
"Oh, sampean preso-" Laras' mother frowned looking for another word, "You know what vegetable this is?" the language is standard Indonesian but the dialect is consistent East Java Kulonan.
Automatic Leandra shook her head, where might Leandra know what is vegetable lodeh lompong taras. The sauce is white like a vegetable gravy for toddlers who do not like spicy, but when the sauce touches his tongue, there is a spicy taste, savory coconut milk, and unique spices, spilling together a padded stem lumer shaped tube.
"It's unique, but it's delicious," Leandra praised the work of Aligned's mother. The praised woman smiled gracefully, despite her simple appearance. Again something in Leandra's heart shook, touched by the hospitality of Laras' mother.
This Javanese woman hurriedly offered another type of vegetable, "Sampean, Oh-," realizing a mispronouncement, mother Aligned in other words, "You don't want to try this one?"
"That's a big chili? I can't eat spicy," Leandra said.
"Just try," mother Aligned put the ozeng melinjo skin on Leandra's plate, the,
"Hee .. is not spicy," he said, sparkling another mouthful of rice in his mouth.
"What's his name?" starting from the food of a Sumi mother, a village woman who has minimal Indonesian language skills and a metropolitan youth who has difficulty understanding the Javanese language dialect becomes familiar instantly. They exchange communication with language as understanding and understanding, but it is more than warm to respond to each other.
"May I help, um... clear this up?" Leandra offered herself.
"Mboten need," Bu Sumi's refusal was meaningless, Lendra got up from her seat and followed the mother in harmony with carrying the traces of the plate including the bowl of leftovers.
Even this man also sat on the edge of a large bucket surrounded by two tubs, a simple dishwasher.
Leandra observed in amazement, the large bucket was placed on a red brick coated with cement, where at the end there was a plastic water tap which was a modification of its own. When the faucet is turned, the water will flow like a sink faucet launching water, so that the tub container under it will be transformed as a sink basin itself.
"You want to help, Le? (Thole/nak/child)" hearing the words of Bu Sumi, Leandra who was sitting on a small desk was engrossed in observing this amazing local wisdom, nodded.
"Turn the switch on, then add water to the mother,"
Leandra stood up, it turned out that after the switch was pressed, the lights that had been yellow black, now plus other lights so that it felt brighter. Not far in front of him there is a circular well with a waist-high barrier. Leandra approached, closer she peeked, then carefully grabbed the bucket above her, the sheen of water that was basically black emanated, "Mom," the voice sounded like the complaint of a spoiled child, "Is there no ghost below?"
Ibu Selaras could not help but laugh, this simple woman said in Javanese words, "Enten, long hair-seeking saestu, ananging lake ngedeni nesune ngendukku, Selaras,"
(There was, her hair was long, really, but it was more frightening to anger my daughter, Aligned,)
Because Leandra did not understand, she thought the word 'enten' was 'either', so this young man was confident, lowered the bucket and pulled it up, in line then fills a large bucket that he calls a portable sink.
***
"Hi, where are you going?" The running steps of a young man named Rio accompanied the light road in harmony heading to the house of his neighbor who he used to call Lik Manto.
"Can I come?" Rio had just played with the village children with Nana and Martin. The field near the village mushola is so beautiful. Not because of the decoration, but the laughter of children who gathered into one play fireworks and green bamboo that can make a loud sound like a Molotov cocktail.
"Come on!" Laras assented and Rio nodded his head.
[1] Injeh : Yes
