HERBS
Be late
He wanted to leave the prayer, but remembering the threat to leave dawn made me think hundreds of times. Let it be late from prayer. However, praying on time is the main thing.
“Mother!! Why not wake up? Misconception ish!”
My whimper made my mother laugh. “Already built. Kirain again holiday.”
Heel! Of course you know my monthly period. We're nearing the schedule.
Rushed me to the bathroom after glancing at the wall clock in the living room which showed six o'clock over forty minutes. While entering school at half-eight in the morning.
Hajab me! That's what I'm shipping in every splash of water. Monday was also late and said in my heart that next day I would not be late. Repent, nasuha too. However, now?
After praying and getting dressed, I checked the clock on the wall of the room, it turned out to be seven past twenty. The more panicked I am.
Mother comes to the room. I was putting on a hijab.
“Teh Hime, go same mbak Esha, yes?”
Huh huh? She's late too? Oh, oh my God!
“Esha long, but want to fast, Bun.” I whine.
“Udah ready him. Kelen school deketan. With aja kalee. Today you can not nganter, Teteh!”
I had to do it, so that it was quick and did not cause drama in the morning.
“Lagian late kokakan. What's the cree stay up?”
Oh God! What kind of innuendo is this?? I pretended not to hear. Snapping the bag on the dresser, I rushed out of the room, parted with both parents, then left the house with my sister.
“Cepet! It's late, Ma'am!” I said after I finished wearing my shoes.
Esha was still wearing her black socks on the right.
“Mbak Esha is also late.” Esha said casually should be enjoying the view on the beach, even though he was lying on the floor.
“Yes that's why! Wear old shoes just kayak to perform hajj!”
“Kayak has never done hajj.”
Yes Ghofur! This fifth-grade boy!
“Ya Belom. But at least never manasik hajj in Tami Kuning Haji Dormitory!”
Our quarrel was divorced by the mother with the last sentence, “Do not make a fuss, or want the mother sumpel mouth using chili?!”
We were finally silent. It just so happened that Esha had also finished wearing the shoes. After that, we kissed her cheek again and left.
To reach the angkot, we had to walk to the front of the alley. Pick up any number we climbed, which is important quickly until school. Esha came down earlier than I did. His school was different from the place where his eldest brother taught.
Arriving in front of the school, the gate was difficult to open wide, the bell had long rang. I run around, like a high school kid who's afraid of being late.
“Open Ibuk! Don't run, it will fall!”
I think this cheek is flushed because of that sentence. “Udah late, Sir.”
I'm still running. Although I taught on the second floor, and had to climb the stairs, still this leg I used to run.
My friend, but I did.
Not much has changed from the look of this school. It's all still the same. Maybe just the paint and the trees and the flowers have changed. The more beautiful this school I see. There are many memories made in this historic place.
“Kak! Keshia's sister, huh?”
The voice of the girl in scout clothes surprised me, when this body had reached the middle of the field. To answer the little girl's question, a nod I gave.
“Kok know?”
“Finish!” answer his other friend.
They numbered five.
“Keshia the fifth grader?”
Whoa! So what class are they??
I nodded again.
“Bent a minute, Brother. I'm calling.”
One of them offered.
“If you don't mind, support oruh.”
The girl entered the class while shouting Esha's name and informing me that I had come.
My sister looked surprised because she was happy. He immediately hugged me while muttering, “Teteh.”
“Still, Brother.” Esha said to the five people who turned out to be her seniors.
And so I, thank them.
Stepping out of the gate, Esha said, “Sixth grader who was like Teteh. He said, Pretty. More Beautiful than Asri Tea.”
I laugh. All boys and girls would say that. Different from the others, they prefer the beauty of my other sister, Asri.
In essence, Mother Sri's daughter is superior. Haha, I was just kidding. Don't take it seriously.
The phone rang, I saw a chat from my best friend.
“Hime, I registered you at Tantan.”
That is the sound of the text.
Akh!! Find her dead!
“Kukasih your mobile number to your prospective husband candidate ya.”
I haven't had time to reply yet another chat came.
I type a message, with capital letters, “Jangan!”
A new message came in.
Uh! Too late!!
He sold me.
