I'm Not a Shit Carrier

Returnees

Alisa flinched as someone shook her body so strongly. His eyes opened slowly. He looked around, and realized that it was not in the dreamland anymore. But in the real world.

''Miss. I miss you. Someone in front of him was glued to hear Alisa's words.

While someone there also jerked from his sleep. Sweat flowed from his forehead.

''Alisa .. I also miss you.'' said the little boy.

Yes, the two of them are a couple who are directly betrothed by the universe. They are so far away in age.

If Alisa already High School is a young boy still SD. But because fate binds them, then age will not be a barrier for both.

''Disappear??'' ask Aunt Irma.

''Huh?? Eh? Auntie!! Since when is Aunt here??'' ask Alisa.

''He even asked back! Who is Gilang?? Until you deliriously call her name?? Until you miss her?? Reply Alisa?!''

''Eee.. mmmm...''

''Who Dear?? say quickly! Isn't your future husband named Emil?? Why become Gilang!''

Alisa breathed. ''No one's aunt! It was just a dream! Alisa is healthy! Really!'' coined.

'No way dong.. I said, if Gilang is my future husband? Can be a berabe later! thought I was ngigau again! Where can a dream husband be a real husband?? Better now I shut up! Until where the real Gilang will be present in my life later.

''Yes, Auntie won't force you! if you don't want to tell a story! What's important now is that my little girl is as well healed and healthy as ever? Thank you for coming back, baby!'' he said with a sincere smile on his lips.

''Yes aunt! Let's get out! I'm in the room to keep going! I've been sleeping all night! Come aunt! we cook together? We pick up vegetables from the garden Mama aja huh??'' ask her with a sweet smile.

Aunt Irma smiled. Sweet smile Alisa contracted to Aunt Irma.

''Yes, let's cook! aunty has not had a cooking competition with you for a long time!!'' he exclaimed, after they came out of the room and headed to the back of vegetable unyukemetics in the garden of Mama Alina.

Coincidentally on that day, Pak Yoga and Mama Alina were out for a meeting at the village office.

While pakde and paklek and also Aunty Rasmi, have returned since this morning. Because their work cannot be delayed. Understand the village apparatus. No empty leader's seat.

The house feels quiet when Alisa's family returns to their respective places. Only Aunt Irma left who faithfully wanted to accompany Alisa who was sick.

''Lis! which one is this vegetable?? How much gini?? Aunty confused about which one to choose?'' said Aunt Irma.

Alisa chuckles amusedly. Alisa really likes to take Aunt Irma to Mama Alina's vegetable garden. Because Alisa will see the upset face of her tant.

Alisa is a quiet girl if outside, but if in her family, Alisa is notoriously nosy. For example, at this time.

Alisa giggles, ''hihihi.. just choose one of her Aunty! There are kale. there mustard. there is spinach. bean sprouts there is also described the same Mama. Want tomatoes? the cabe? An onion? All there Aunty... stay in select.. would you make a salad? The lettuce leaves are already high live methik aja!'' yells while giggling.

''Ishhhh, which will be cooked and this is mah. oh Alisa! Help napa?!'' sewot Aunt Irma.

''Ohihi...'' Alisa giggles.

''Huh? the boy! He told me to help you giggle! how the hell?!'' gerutu Aunt Irma.

Can't stand Alisa laughing.

''Ahaha... Aunt. confused yes.. hahaha...''

Aunt Irma who saw Alisa laughed, turned her head.

''Alhamdulillah.O Allah, our daughter has returned as usual.. Amiiin.'' muttered Aunt Irma.

Because Alisa continues to laugh making Aunt Irma also laugh. Every now and then they giggled at the strange shape of Mama Alina's vegetables according to their vision.

****

The fear just comes. He felt anxious about the future that was not yet clear levels of his circumstances.

''Astaghfirullah! Oh God! what's wrong with me? Why has it been since coming home from Alisa's house that this heart has become so agitated?? What the hell is it?? Did something happen to her??'' he muttered to himself.

''Mil!'' call mr. Daman.

''Yes!'' saith.

''I'm going to Oman sir's house! Get me the files left there! The file must be submitted today! Soon Mil! After that you have to go to the nearest market to buy materials that have been reduced! Tomorrow it's gonna have to go in, you know? Our time is only a month from now??'' ask Daman.

''Yes, write down what to buy, so I will be there soon to take the file.'' said Emil.

''Ok! These are all records of items that you should buy!'' he said while giving a piece of paper containing material that must be purchased.

''Ok! i'm leaving!''

After his passing Emil went to the Omani man's house first to retrieve the file.

Arriving there, he knocked on the door and called Oman sir.

''Assalamualaikum, sir Oman..it's Emil!''

''Yes, briefly! ishh.. This slob fabric sagging anyway?! don't know what?! there are guests in front??'' ask him on the sarong cloth that is being rolled while walking.

Emil who heard the grunts of the Omani sir chuckled. There is just, he thought.

Chequek!

The door opens, ''Greetings waalaikum, son Emil! come on please come in! take the file first, wait a minute!'' he said as it passed leaving Emil standing there staring at someone who had haunted his mind this morning.

Alisa was so upset when she saw Aunt Irma. He just kept teasing his aunt. Until making Aunt Irma turned into a jutek.

Emil didn't blink looking at her. The distance between Alisa's house and Omani sir is five meters, winding one house only.

''Alhamdulillah! It turns out. My love is fine!'' he muttered while smiling.

Mr. Oman, who was beside Emil, saw him smiling forward. Oman is looking ahead.

And turns..

''Alisa anyway! Miles! it's file!'' said the Omani sir by patting Emil's shoulder slowly.

Emil turned around, yes! thanks, Sir! then I say goodbye! Must be smart to buy materials to work tomorrow!'' sahut Emil's.

''Ya! Don't you want to meet your future wife??'' fashion sir Oman.

''No, Sir! Let it be later when the silence of the day has been decided for both of us to get married! For now, let me look away from far away! Because by seeing her happy like that, it has reduced the burden on my heart.'' said Emil ambiguous.

Pak Oman scrunched his forehead. 'Diatic load? What mean?' he murmured in the heart.

''I'm home, sir! assalamualaikum..''

''Yes, Wa'alaikum salam.'' said Mr. Oman, while looking at Emil with a raging mind.

There were many preconceptions on his mind. But I dare not ask Emil. Mr. Oman sighed.

Allow time to answer this presumption.

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TB