HERBS

Modus

The weather was so hot today. However, Nana was only home alone. He ate fresh watermelon in the refrigerator.

His grandfather went on a pilgrimage to Jombang. His father conducts a jamu seminar in Palembang. His eldest brother has a study tour to Palangkaraya. His middle brother has not come home from school because there are additional tutoring to take the national exam. While the other one, cool mojok same next door neighbor in the tavern end of the complex. Be Nana alone.

However, it is time for Jun to act. Approaching Nana with the most dimeh mode in the world. Carrying a guitar and singing songs for the girl.

With still using her school pants in blue——iya, they are still Junior High, first class Pula——so the Arjuna approached his prey. He stood before the gate of his independence near the youngest son of Muhammad Idris.

"Assynnya!" sapanya like going to do Betawi pantun in mass marriage.

"That's right, Assalamu'alaikum times! Repeat it! I don't want to answer wrong!"

"Must use 'ain yes Nana, yes?"

"That's it!"

Nana wagging hair as whatever was her name under the shoulders—— in the style of shampoo advertisements on television.

His bangs he also fluttered.

Arjuna's eyes shone, though not as bright as stars. He repeated his greeting, which Nana answered well.

"Jun, iketin Nana dong's hair!"

Hearing the request with a spoiled tone so makes the heart of Arjuna bin Jaelani Uthman like being overgrown with Rafflesia flowers, big to feel crowded.

In a hurry, he immediately joined Nana to sit on the porch of the house while carrying his borrowed guitar.

"Nana just bought a hairpin earlier in front of the school. It's blue, it's kind of the same color as Nana's shirt."

Nana showed off her polka-dot hairpin. "Beautiful, right?"

"Be looking forward to Nana."

Ceileh, pinter boy wooing!

The praised one floated, though it did not reach the clouds. Because the one who praised was only Jun. Try his father Jun who praised, if there is an eighth sky, maybe Nana will fly up to that place.

"Where's the hairpin? Let Jun wear it!"

With the ability of mothers who are often in the salon to dress up, Jun also tied some of Nana's hair painstakingly. Sometimes he steals to be able to inhale the aroma of shampoo in the hair of the young girl. He thought he would wear the same shampoo later.

When she finished, Nana stood up and mirrored in the glass window of her house. "Well! Beautiful too Nana?" praise it to yourself.

"Yes dong, Jun's wife-to-be!" june said very slowly. Nana will not listen.

Kids today, they know they're future wives. What are they actually consuming?

"Mana ... Nana... want Jun to sing? Jun has brought a guitar!"

Nana. With the typical style of papany——put both hands on the waist——ia said, "Emang Jun can sing? Yesterday after the 17-something event was rejected by the singing competition."

The natureak!!

"Ih Nana! It was just pretending. Jun can actually sing. Just let's not escape yesterday,"

Halah, jago really ngeles his son om widower. "So'nally Jun's singing voice is for Nana alone,"

Well, now even all of you are fighting.

Nana sat down again near Jun who was like a busker asking for a share of the ration because she was singing.

"Oh yeah? At most Jun can only sing 'Chicak on the Wall', 'See my Garden', the same 'Rainbow-rainer!"

"Eh, Nana! Don't get me wrong! Jun can also sing 'Little Star' and 'My Balloon' really!"

Nana leaned her body at Jun. A red tinge adorns Arjuna Ravendra's cheeks. "Try! Nana wants to hear!"

Jun started strumming his guitar. His voice is not sweet. Key wrong. With confidence he sings the lyrics of a little star song.

"June!!!" Nana screeches to protect her ears from the noise pollution torment Jun created.

Arjuna stopped strumming guitars and singing songs. "Why then?" tanyanya polo's.

Nana thought the question was like a game. "My stomach hurts!" ketus Nana's.

Jun took a breath. If you have used "me", Nana must be angry, upset, sulking, lashing and his friends.

"Nana hasn't eaten yet?" ask Jun.

"Not yet!"

Again, Nana's still sniffing.

"Wanna eat?"

Nana nodded.

"You what? Jun buyin."

"You want to eat you!" Nana still said ketus. Even more snug than before.

"Well, Nana is brave? Remember, Na! We were kids. Still school. Can't do that yet. Married first should."

The boy's mind, who is teaching? Must be his father who likes to peek at the widow next door complex accompanied by the father of his target girl.

Nana forgot her anger. His face even displayed a confused look. "Eh! What's that supposed?"

"I mean ...,"

Jun held onto the cheek of the Nana kingpin who was like a Pao cake. "Nana should marry Jun first, just found out."

Mode, Boy!

Suddenly, Nana groaned. Holding stomach. "Sick, ow!"

Jun panic. The feeling, he just held the cheek, it was also soft, why was it so painful?

"What's sick?"

Jun slightly moved away, he looked at Nana who was almost rolling around.

"Nana's stomach!"

"June get me some eucalyptus oil?"

"The white wood oil of the balloons was bought again just as papa, already abis. Call the one above tipi."

Jun went straight in and lightning-fast returned with a telon.

"Jun, I think someone's out."

Jun confused. What's coming out?

"Someone came out of it! Nana's afraid. It hurts again!"

"Eat him using telon oil, let's not get sick."

Jun ignored the word 'it' was so panicked.

The two sentences above, made Ishaq who had just come home from school, and was about to enter his house, stop stepping. His mind filled his head. Heads are often treated to JAV by his friends.

"Ahh, it hurts!"

Nana crying. "It's because of Jun!"

Ishaq hastened his steps.

"Yes, yes .. sorry. Jun won't do this again, though,"

Rather than long, Jun succumbed to being wronged by Nana. After all where there is the sound of singing makes the stomach ache.

"June! Out again!"

Ishaq no longer sped up, he immediately ran towards the terrace of the house. Especially when Jun said, "Oh! Bloody!!!"

"WOII!!!" hardik Ishaq's.

Jun jumped.

"What's wrong with me, huh?! I'm turning it off now!"

Ebusyeeet! The language of the Medan market is out.

"Isha! Brother! That's bloody Nana! Please Nana used to be mad at Jun."

Nana whining. Crying later.

Ishaq mawanti-wanti so that Jun do not run away, let alone get to Singapore.

"Assalamu'alaikuuuuum,"

Yeah, it's getting a lot more crowded. For Ishmael and Zainab enlivened.

"Woi, Bang!" Ishaq called out with emotion. "Si Bontot nih, raped by your chick!"

"HUH?!"

Nana and Jun's voice was the loudest among them.

Though Jun did not rape Nana, but Nana was experiencing Menarche. Menarche is the first menstrual cycle, or first menstrual bleeding, in women.

•••••

Upon the arrival of Jaelani's children in their home, Zainab laughs profusely at the awward incident that befell her younger brother and older brother from Nana. They almost ganged up Khadijah's son to a pulp before Zainab realized that Nana had her first day of menstruation.

"Laughter keep going! Here I am the one!!" said Jun with excessive body movements, like being exposed to ayan.

He was given a chance to**** high-level friendly of Nana's two older brothers if his older sister did not immediately divorce.

However, suddenly the idea crossed his innocent brain to contaminate his mind.

"When's Nana coming home, sister?"

"Nanya is not her own father or someone else's. Blind cinte you to die ye, Jun, ye?"

Well, at the ends of the eldest widower Jaelani imitate the language on television.

"Yes! Why nape?!"

Well, he followed.

Zainab shook her head. It's not wise-ass. If again reply chat-an pacal telcinta is that. The world will be turned upside down or the earth will be the arrival of Al-Masih Ad-Dajjal only he is indifferent.

"I want to do Surah Ar-Rahman!" jun said as he ran to his room.

"Busyet! What kind of child did Kebelet marry?"

Zainab stroking chest. After that, he returned to struggling with the cellphone reply to the message of the doi.

*

Ishaq was forced to buy sanitary napkins to the stall at Ismail's insistence. He was the youngest, so he often got hit.

"Sister, one winged pad yes. A pack." Ishaq said he was lazy, ashamed, and wanted to hide his handsome face to the bowels of the earth. The stall was crowded, and everything in the stall was female as well.

They were giggling because of Ishaq's behavior which somehow attracted the girls berghibah ria.

"What brand do you want, Bang?" ask the seller.

"What the fuck." Ishaq answered. He really felt humiliated.

"What color, Bang?"

"How many brands and colors are there, brother? What matters is the pads, the wings! It is up to what brand and color. Whatever!!" Ishaq was upset half to death.

"Size, Bang?"

Ishaq. Size? Whatdoes thatmean? Suddenly he remembered the biology lesson first, there was a picture of a bandage too, somehow his teacher also included sanitary napkins in biology lessons in the human reproductive apparatus chapter.

The seller gave it to him.

Sanitary napkins are still sisters with baby diapers. Ah, if Ishaq thought, it must be the size of Nana, her little sister but contains it the size of L or XL?

Turn of the confused seller. "meaning?"

"Middle L and XL. Well, what size is that?"

The seller began to understand. He also tried to tempt Ishaq. "What's bought is actually a sanitary pad or diaper, Bang?"

Ishaq's stupid face is back. The confusion experienced by the man returned to be a new hibahan for the chillies there.

"For teenage girls. The first one got."

"I mean by size, brother! Size fill! Do you want to fill eight, or twenty? Or even thirty?"

"Oh!"

Back Ishaq displayed his careless face. "That can be bought with fifty thousand dollars."

"Oh! It's!"

The seller gave me four packs of thirty pads.

"Don't be plasticized, brother!" prohibit Ishaq when the seller will put it in a large plastic bag.

"Ribet! Just gini!" connect Ishaq with confidence.

"Eh, sure, Bang?"

"Yes, oh."

Then he went away from the stall leaving the women who were spinning around laughing at his ridiculousness.

The distance to his house is not close. I have to go through a lot of other people's houses too.

When he will be close to his home, a friend of his age, teasing him that drunkenness with sanitary napkins is no longer the season like some time ago.

Ishaq beristighfar while hugging the four jumbo packs of pink pads that have pictures of his wings are also wrapped.

Then he walked as fast as he could. The friend, laughed then.

Arriving at home, Ishmael's replacement was astonished by Ishaq.

"Your courage deserves four thumbs up, Bro!" ishmael patted his sister's back as hard as he could. The lack of education made Ishaq cough.

"I am the bravest man in this house!" Ishaq is proud.

"Yes. Dare to be ashamed!" continued Nana who came out of her room and was ready with her shar'i clothes to study at Madrasah Qasim Abdullah, the madrasah of her great-grandfather.

Ishaq who does not understand the bold intent of this shame, ignore the codes of the literacy of his brother and sister.

"Where are you going, Dek?" ask Ishmael.

"Guardo!" answer Nana ketus.

The hormones that cause it to change personality like a sociopath in the story.

"Abang follow dong, Neng!" the brother responded.

"Sister, is that crazy brother?"

Nana gossiped with Ishaq about Ishmael.

"Well, from the past,"

Ismail felt wronged if they had formed a squad. But according to Ismail, Nana who first made the article. It just continues. But even he is accused. The problem is, no one dared to make Nana sulk, eventually they prefer to give up.

"You want njai?" Ishmael tried to get along with him. She didn't want her sister to cry. There's no papa or grandpa, so it's hard for Nana to go berserk. There are no handlers, as the term suggests.

"But fuckin' the question! Where else are you going? K-pop Concert?!" his lips.

Ismail stroked his chest while muttering the word patiently repeatedly, accompanied by istighfar.

****

Nana escorted Ismail to the madrasah, this was his last year in the madrasah. Ishmael gave money in purple to Nana.

"Good learning yes, Dedek~" Ismail stroked the top of Nana's head covered in black khimar.

Nana smile. Not because of his brother's attention, but the money he was given. The money is increasing. It was only twenty thousand, becoming thirty thousand.

It is true that women love money, not least of all.

Ismail drove his bike back, away from the madrasah. At the same time, Arjuna approached Nana who was smiling. Then he again launched a fight that he just got when he was at home while reading Ar-Rahman.

"Bas writhing his smile Nana tuh, Jun so remembered Surah Ar-Rahman."

Nana flirted, not wanting to serve. He just walked to his class. Jun followed.

"Irobbikuma tukadjiban!" Jun is still aggressively launching an attack mode which he thinks is syar'i. Though the wrap, it still does not. "Who is the favor of your Lord that you deny?"

Hearing that Nana stopped. Jun cheered in heart. Nana is going to fall. But ...,

"Look at you also like the lam-alif punctuation in the Koran! Quitted. Keep moving!"

Jun biting his own index finger so much that he was anxious at the strange Nana. A moment sweet, a moment fierce, a moment good, a moment yes that's it.

••••

Tonight is Saturday, tomorrow is a national holiday. If the teacher says it must be Sunday, it cannot be Sunday.

Because Sunday was the name of the missionary priest in the colonial era. The correct day before Monday is Sunday.

Because Jun has not really understood the problem of illicit music for believers, then he will try his luck by singing a song in front of the fence of Nana's house like a busker, after finishing dinner and prayer isya of course.

The tone is not famous, ugly not good quality anyway. The lyrics should not be asked. Gombalan retjeh sedoenia.

Nanananana~

Na na new pants stuck...

The pants are Jin si Jun~'s fur

Although surrounded by a lot of

Nana is the one who rules Jun's heart.

Thus the lyrics with a chaotic tone. Stork sound anyway.

The main door of the residence of Muhammad Idris was wide open. The main culprit is of course the head of the household whose face is Abaghfirullahalazim! Spooky like a horror film type of gore that is usually synonymous with the mafia.

“Assalamu'alaikum~” says Jun. Then in his heart he added: Papa Mertua Galak bin Sangar macem his son, but unfortunately I am very crazy.

Yes, it was longer in his heart.

“Wa'alaikumussalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh!”

Complete answer this jamu. Like attending Tabligh Akbar in Medan Merdeka Square.

Actually, Muhammad Idris wanted to directly nag Jun who donated his donated his donated voice. However, as he saw the complex widow next door passing by, he pretended to be dignified. Biasa, humans are.

“June! Let's enter! You must be tired of actually contributing to such an unfamiliar and strange song. Donate a song with a discordant voice.” Idris said sweetly with his ajib innuendo.

Jun isn't so stupid as to understand that those are satire signals. But stupid, he just chose to enter. Already offered, he thought.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thanks, Om!”

Arjuna was not the son of Pandu but Jaelani's son was immediately gas tancap enter the house which became a place of human interest.

Upon arriving home, he finds Idris's children playing Monopoly.

“Wah, play Ludo huh?” Jun asked pleasantries. He saw it as a monopoly. Mo-no-po-li's chat.

“Ah no, Jun. It's another chess game!” nana answered the absurdity of her friend.

While the men who were more mature than those who were there looked at the two Junior High teens seductively.

“That you guys fit. Follow SUCA there!” Ismail said while counting his monopolies that only two sheets were yellow and one was green. The truth need not count.

“Stand Up Comedy Academy, Bang?” Ishaq asked, pretending not to know what the big brother meant. This pretend gene is of course Idris who lowers.

“So Unch Community Alahmak!”

Abraham continued on.

A dull sound that was intentionally being scattering sounded. It belonged to Idris who was indeed a bit of a sentiment with Jaelani and her son. Zainab is not included because she is a woman. Women should not be hated, it is the motto of the Muhammad family. Yes, Muhammad Idris means.

“Eh, Papa! Whose pet was stuck on our fence, Pa?” ask Nana without feeling sinful. He knew it was Jun's voice.

Everyone knows it's Jun's voice. As a result of Nana's question, her three older brothers stifled with laughter. Plus the expression of Jun who was like the most persecuted person in the world when he heard that.

“Ih Nana is cruel! It was Jun's voice that said that Nana was the one who ruled Jun's heart even though Nana was actually the queen in our household later, and the princess at Nana's parents' house.”

His dreadfulness increasingly wanted to make Ibn Ahmad Umar want to kick Jun into the moon that was once split but not in the American sky.

“Ish! Jun polytheist! That the one who rules over man is Allah! Istighfar, Jun!”

Nana suddenly became a sholehah! There must be a wish.

Jun also uttered the phrase istighfar. Not because he realized his mistake, but because Nana asked. Verily, it is the word of the High Priest that the most dangerous trial in the world for Adam was woman. They are the greatest slander of the Dajjal.

“Ya ’kan, Pa?”

“Papa's son is the most knowledgeable.” Idris praised.

Ishaq put on a lazy face, he knew this was subterfuge. Illusive. Ibnati Idris!

“Pa, buy a new bag huh?”

Tuh kan's!

Nana approaches Idris who fixes her almost sagging scabbard.

“Mas Baim reneged! He said he wanted to buy Nana a bag from Pontianak!”

“Palangkaraya!” Ismail fixed the error Nana said.

“Ish equals Palangkaraya same Pontianak!” Nana is not to blame.

“Pause, Neng.” Idris who this time corrects the bending of Nana, his youngest daughter is the most spoiled and magical.

“Kan together in Kalimantan, Pa!” whinek Nana, he still doesn't want to lose.

All without exception gave a rough sigh. Even Jun.

“Yaudah, then buy it near campus. Don't sulk!” abraham said in the end.

Nana cheered, but did not want to seduce her father. “Asks for money, Pa.”

“Create what? By malem.”

“Make tomorrow. Want to buy B.H with Brother Zainab in the Sun. Again discount, wash the warehouse he said.”

“Hey! Filter napa aih! He said that bra. Oh God! What cake besides be-ha!” Ishaq.

“Kakak also said it be-ha! Why is it the same as be-ha?!”

Jun started imagining things not-no. Nana's been wearing be-ha, she thought. It means it's big. What's big about Jun?

“Go back, Jun! Already malem. Later abah nyariin!”

Idris open the sound.

Although reluctant, Jun complies. Itung-itung learn to be a prospective ghost who baek.

“Nana in the room, tomorrow papa give you five sheets of blue money, yes?”

“Purple money is also five yes, Pa?”

Nana, the purple maniac still had time to negotiate.

Inevitably, Idris nodded, accepting even though his heart was extraordinary.