HERBS
Cold & Letter Pads
My phone is ringing loudly. A call from Mother's sister, which means we called: Budhe.
With a little difficulty, I answered the phone. I ordered Asri to stop the speed of the motor. Then we pulled over too.
“Assalamu'alaikum,” my cow.
From across the phone, I heard an answer. My sister showed a lazy face. I almost sniggered by it.
“Ah yes, Budhe. Mbak same Adek come to Bukittinggi, if you can but yes?”
My mother's sister, is the one who most likes to take us to her husband's hometown with the Minang tribe. Every year always bring. I went there once, at the end of high school, before the exam to go to university if it's not wrong, about 6 or 7 years ago. I can't remember exactly when.
The phone was almost done when I answered maybe we would buy a cake for Lebaran this year, and he giggled because of my answer.
However, when another question followed, I did not know how to end this conversation.
“When do you hear about the man who can bring down the cold of your heart and your day, Ma'am?”
I am the first granddaughter of my maternal grandfather. Second grandchild of all grandchildren. That's why everyone in the family called "the baby" to me.
“Maybe later.”
“Later when?”
Yes Salaam! What the fuck? Then, Adek As—familiar call second daughter Mother—take a phone from me.
“Budhe, sorry. Not polite. But, Adek same Mpa again on the road. Will we connect?”
My dear sister, she is really good at reading situations.
“Nih!”
He threw a cell phone at me.
Then, our journey continued.
After five minutes, the bike he named Doraemonita—because he likes Doraemon anime and with everything blue to stickers on his motor is a picture of Doraemon, also his items are mostly blue. From navy blue to dark blue—stop in the parking lot of one of the places.
“Eat Pizza, yuk! We are not fasting. Hehehe ..”.
I smile.
“Gak ah, cold. If the situation is normal, you can get AC. Lah this? We just got back from the hospital, right? It is forbidden to cool. Shower must be warm water at entar.”
He patted his forehead, his “AC is not cold nutmeg kok.”
It is not cold for him. He's anti-hot. Can't stand it when it's hot. If exposed to heat or the sun just a little, his body will redden and itch, even to make bumps. It's different from me who can't be cold.
After thinking for a long time, she took out her jacket from the seat of her carriage, then put it on me, then she tidied up her headscarf and her sister's hijab which was slightly damaged by the wind.
“Nah ..,”
He seemed satisfied with an idea that was not really helpful.
I took my hand after that. Yes, he treated this brother exactly like a big brother to his little sister. After all, my body is indeed more mini than her. While chatting, we headed to the building which he said culinary place is quite prestigious.
Pramusaji opened the door and greeted us kindly, showed us an empty seat, then escorted us. He handed out a menu book that was out of nowhere, but he was not holding a menu book. I don't know if I didn't see it.
Adek As ordered.
“Double chocolate, for my dearest Mbakku.”
He laughed a little while glancing at me. It was as if he was saying that he was the one who knew best what I was going to order. Everyone who knows me is close also knows.
After that, he continued, “Paket Rice Delight, drink it coca-cola .. uh! No need, uh yeah .. same size Aqua keeps one regular serving of Pizza Honey Delight. Same paste yes, Kak.”
I smile. Inwardly laughing at her overzealous. Just watch until it doesn't end. I don't want to be his partner 'hiding leftovers'.
“Many times your order. Budget only 200 thousand loh.”
“Hehehe .. laper times Adek, Mbak.”
I'm nodding. It's up to you.
As well as young people—not mean I am old, we are different 1.5 years course—dia will definitely make insta story, status WA, and others. His activities came to a halt when I said that it was the month of fasting, and although it was not fasting, it was a sin to post food and other lectures.
“Yes, Buk May ... Ustadzah a million Adek! Hahaha ..”
I laughed at his laughter. The cold I was not thinking about. Being with a young sister is always fun, no matter what her behavior and chirps are.
While waiting for the order, we chatted, he squeezed my palm.
“Let's not cool,” said.
I looked to the left, smiling at him. We sat next to each other. The seat we chose was a sofa, not a chair like the others.
Before long, the order arrived. Our table is full of different menus. We started to eat.
Feel that!
“Mbak!” he called.
“Hm?”
He coded with his eyes and smile. I understand this sign.
“Can't we say wrap? You can't even do it in this place.”
So don't eat in such a place. It's expensive, complicated again if it doesn't run out.
“Pizza. The others do not need.”
“Hm!”
“Kan habits from the past. Hm teros ih!”
“Iya, relax. Just do your action.”
“Ready!”
However, the moment he was about to pick up the pizza from that container was a kind of dimple bowl (?) black in color, he accidentally hit a spoon of Pizza which is a kind of cement smoothing tool that is common for buildings. I don't know what his name is, I don't know.
Then some pizza fell on the table.
“Yes Allah!!”
I held back a laugh, while he was giggling. It was so much spirit today. Her lover's proposal was fully accepted by our mother.
“Mbak, look again. Adek want to put in this bag his Pizza.”
“Iya loh.”
After he succeeded with his action. We called the same waitress to ask for a grocery bon.
“All 187,500 rupiah, Kak.”
Adek smiled widely. Her brother's money was enough. I think that's what he's thinking.
“Pay at cashier only, or directly, Brother?”
“Live can, cashier also.”
He saw our table. “Food that does not run out, do not want to be wrapped, Brother?”
My sister and I throw a look and a smile, certainly more meaning.
Know this, no need to hide earlier.
“No need, Brother.”
That word we said at once.
•^_Pecepucuk Surat•
Shamefully the ten year old boy looked at his teacher.
“What's up, Rino?” ask the teacher.
“Rino can mail, Bu Sur.”
Bu Sur is the affectionate nickname of the students to the fifth grade teacher of their students. The Queen Mother, thus their call to the indo-Japanese woman.
“Love letter? You can't play love before you grow up, Rin.” Suri's mother advised.
Rino's down. Which he had dared to look at his teacher who was sitting on the teaching throne, so he looked down.
“Sini, where's the mail?” pinta the teacher who likes purple, like his real name.
Doubtful the student gave him a letter that the toddler's daughter of the canteen owner had given him. Afraid that the teacher was angry.
“Rino!”
Rino forgot, this fifth-year grade teacher is a fierce teacher throughout the school. Though still a girl, but about the ferocity of his mother just lost.
After a fierce fight between the teacher and the student, which of course was an exaggerated depiction.
Sure enough, his guess. The teacher's face turned red, definitely wanting to get angry. For so are the signs.
The teacher grabbed his bag of purple colors and took ten thousand dollars. “This love to the canteen mom, the rest to you!”
It turned out to be a debt letter from the fifth grade teacher's mother in the cafeteria.
