HARU BLUE NEW TEACHER

CILAMAYA PORRIDGE

“You're okay, aren't you Diiit ? mr. Andi helped Dita to stand up

“I'm sorry sir!“ with a crush Dita let go of Andi's hand, sir,

“Why do you want to take noodles anyway…. I'm just commenting on the postman who so repotinated because we want to come here” heard the voice of Mr. Toni a little angry, while holding Dita's hand tightly.

“Already pak Toni should not be scolded bu Asked, just look mukany until pale,” pak Andi defended.

“Mother....mom is okay right?” I heard the kids worried about him.

“Nothing Alhamdulillah, let's walk again carefully the place is slippery, it turns.” Dita did not want to make the children worried, and tried to release his hand, from the grasp of Mr. Toni, and tried to release his hand,

“I won't take your hands off until we get back to a dry place.” pak Toni is a little pushy.

Dita is silent not willing to attract the attention of people and walk hand in hand.

It turns out that in the house there are about six people who survive because, there are two small children who happen to have high fever, plus old parents who are afraid to see the water booming.

"I think maybe they are afraid of endangering many people in the rescue" said Dita.

"So ma'am, we've brought in health workers to check and get medicine.".

Dita mangosteen heard the officer's explanation..

“Pak pantesan we accompanied them, it turns out there are health workers as well, so we are not too troublesome” Dita whispered the same Mr. Toni who still looks angry,

Dita wondered why his friend got so angry that , who would fall was not him. Dita took a deep breath while shaking her head.

“Why,? “Tany

"May my hand be removed, this pegel." Dita saw his hand.

“Let's give her a helping hand.” Toni let go of his grasp.

He walked up to the house owner's mother and tried to chat with his grandmother, while Mr. Andi and Mr. Toni provided help, while encouraging the owner of the house.

The whole house is still a mess but the water has receded, and the floor is clean. The position of the house is quite high.

The children also chatted with the residents of this house, and occasionally they laughed to hear funny stories in the panic to see the water overflow into their homes. especially when he heard the story of his mother's time to hold his little sister, it turns out that the one in the carrying is bolting.

“Ayakhu is worse. He went up and down in confusion. Grandma was screaming at the water entering the house. When my father realized back and forth without grandmother, he went straight down again e..malah I was carried." I heard the kids laughing again.

They were left chatting to and fro, at least giving room for the homeowner's children to release the burden .

Apparently three days they were isolated there, did not bring trauma, because his attention was poured out to his elderly mother and sick child, so the pain of the flood disaster was a little lost,

moreover, it gets the attention of the officers, and people far away who care about them, pantes if what is left is a funny story

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When he returned to the post, Mr. Hashim and the others were waiting to go home,

“Pak... let's hurry, let's take a photo first to make documentation, also as proof that our help has arrived.”

Mr. Hashim reminded Mr. Toni,

“Come OSIS representative who conveyed help, continued the COACH of OSIS, the last time we all took pictures,” Pak Jaja began to organize his photo session.

Dita was busy explaining the same to Ms. Teti and Ms. Yuli because her clothes were wet.

“Eneng quickly change clothes that are wet, you get wind.” bu Yuli reminded Dita.

“Luckily yesterday mom reminded us to bring a change of clothes yes,” bu Teti laugh to see her new teacher wet and a little dirty.

“Let's run out in the photo ma'am, afraid they'll wait for us.” said Dita, while smiling shyly, while,

“Yes well, they have called us, yuk seems to stay photos together,” bu Yuli ngajak to two friends approaching the group.

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“We so eat in porridge Cilamaya nih bu” on the way home pak Toni asked.

“Iya.. pak Hashim already agree koq.” Dita answered.

“Because passed the same way back home anyway sir Toon,”bu Yuli chimed.

“Iya mother also miss the same Cilamaya porridge, the feeling has not tasted it for a long time, then they have pulled over to the porridge stall ” Bu Teti nimbrung

“In this shop mah never deserted oruh miss.., it was just the thrill it was waiting yes bu.” pak Toni laughed.

Unknowingly Dita hit Toni's shoulder.

“In particular where the hell Cilamaya porridge is, until full of gini who buy,” Dita asked curious.

“Cita tastes it neng, very good especially soy sauce and the difference is Cilamaya porridge is sprinkled with emi crackers, , anyway have to try first,” bu Yuli explained, & more,

“Bu time Dita to Cirebon, there are many who sell kayak porridge that I describe, the same is not yes" Dita curious..

“Sama neng, indeed this porridge was a typical porridge of the culture of Cirebon, but developed with its own recipes, so it must be found there,” bu Yuli explained.

The one in the mangosteen car got new knowledge.

The car finally parked, but a little far from the shop.

Sambi walked, Dita observed around the porridge place, indeed the usual place was just a saung, not too big. There are several tables with plastic chairs. The rest is a long table with

long bench.

Pak Jaja andi sir look to have got a seat and bu Yuli same mom Teti nyelip among other buyers in one table. Finally Dita takes care of the kids to a long table, even though it's part at the end of the bench.

“Bu here are still two seats left, come here with me.” Said mr. Toni.

“Not ah I'm the same kid, this is still possible. ”Dita refused.

Before long the two buyers finished eating, finally Mr. Toni who relented sat down with the children's table. Dita sitting quietly looks rowdy for some reason.

Finally when the porridge came, he busied himself with the children.

“Awas Irfan careful, it's still hot porridge, and slide a little don't be too mepet sit the same Neni, it's still a place of relief.” Dita reminds the head of OSIS.

“Iya nih bu mode her."  Neni shifted the seat slightly to the middle.

“Palan-pelan dong eat it, do not look hungry.” Ms. Dita noticed, how greedy they were.

“You when to eat if you keep recokin kids.” Mr. Toni reminded.

“Iya..iya I ate, bring very the father," Do not use fierce times."  He whispered in the laughter of the children.

“Indeed should be in galakin to focus, you people easily distracted, “back Toni muttered.

“What do you care about ? sok watch out for me, just take care of the grumpy girl,” Dita whispered back

Not yet had time to answer Dita bu, suddenly pak Toni reminded Irfan who was at the end to stand, because the person sitting at the other end was about to move because it was makah jamasai.

“Nanggung pak niih bit again..” Irfan continued eating.

“Ituuu..ituu bangkunya.. bangkunyaaa “ bu Dita can not continue talking.

“Aaaah ! “ The screaming children fell over each other because the bench was lifted because of the person at the end of the stand

instantaneous.

“ Irfaaaan..Nenii ..Doniii!!! “ Dita forgot her porridge run help kids.

“Hahahaaaaaa...hahaaaaa...” instead of being surprised they laugh…

Until the trip home the children did not stop laughing at the incident at the porridge, how not? People again feel good eating tofu-know bench toppled next to weight.

“Yang want to marry who niiih sampe fall stacked gitu.ha..haa..haa” said Doni.

“Most also Irfan niiih wants to be married paaak, hahaa..haa “ added Akbar.

“You guys on evil it turns out, people get calamitous even talking about mating everything,”Neni frowned, while holding back laughter too.

“Ha.ha..haaa, if anyone feels tired, Irfan and Neni, haha.haa” Doni and Akbar laugh more.

“Have made a joke, you forget to be grateful, can eat well, can laugh, although somewhat

sick of falling,” Pak Hasyim reminded them while laughing as well.

“Alhambulillaah O Allah, full stomach laughs full. Haha.haa” they still can't stop his laughter.

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Ma'am Dita how is it in the other car......