I'm Not the First

Chapters. 3

Just a step forward, but suddenly stopped again,

his heart was worried and hesitant about whether to follow and fulfill the request of his aunt. Until it sits back in its original place.

Part of his feet he dipped in water which happened to be a fitting irrigation channel near his rice fields that drain water for rice fields that lack water, so that they can grow up to three times a year.

The beautiful sunset in the twilight was able to make Asti's feelings and thoughts a little treated. Her beautiful smile rose from the corner of her lips. That afternoon became a silent witness of Asti's heart and feelings.

Until before the magrib, then he moved from his seat because he remembered if he had not cooked any food for his Grandmother and his cousin's sister. Those who are likely to have returned from his fields happened to be today harvesting cassava and sweet potatoes as well as some types of vegetables today.

"Today I have to cook well so that, Granny Asmirah can enjoy my cooking again before I leave for the Capital" Asti tweeted.

Asti was convinced by his decision and then rose from his seat and hurriedly walked through several meters of rice fields until he reached the front of his house. It turns out that the door to his house has not been opened, meaning that Grandma and her cousin sister have not returned home.

"Grandmother has not come home as well apparently, if they may harvest a lot, Alhamdulillah if so,"i

Asti's Lirih.

Asti rushed to take the key to his house in his pants pocket and locked the door knob and immediately held the doorknob of his house.

Asti smiled sumringah, "Alhamdulillah time to pray magrib," his great-grandson when he heard the chanting of adzan reverberating from the mosque toa around his village.

Asti immediately rushed to the bathroom behind his house, to immediately take a bath and take ablution water. Asti performed the Maghrib prayer solemnly and surrendered to Allah SWT and asked Allah for guidance for the problems he faces today.

"May my move to Jakarta bring kindness to me personally and to my sister and grandmother" Asti said.

After carrying out her duties, Alisha rushed towards her kitchen. The kitchen is only three times the size of the entire house, which is walled from bamboo matting and the floor is still covered with soil.

While the family room as well as a living room without any dividers separating the room, both rooms have been interlaced from a mixture of cement and sand.

Although life is fairly simple and mediocre, but Asti is always grateful for all the blessings and blessings that God Almighty gave her. He also never demanded and asked for more from his grandmother.

After two types of cooking so then Grandma and her cousin sister returned from the field. Namely tempe mendoan with vegetable stir-fried kangkung kangkung stir-fry into the mainstay menu almost every day. Coincidentally the ingredients from the vegetables only live methik from the vegetable garden in the back of his house.

"Thank God the cuisine is done, may grandmother with Asmirandah like all my cooking this time," Asti's great-granddaughter.

The field that his grandmother worked was owned by someone else, his grandmother only cultivated the field by sharing the results with the owner of the field. They used to own a plot of land and rice fields that they often worked on but, when his father Asti entered the hospital, forced and with a heavy heart his grandmother sold it at a fairly cheap price.

They also had dinner even though only tempe mendoan and saute kale, but they were very grateful for the food they ate at that time.

"Feeling Asti's sister tonight is very good, different from the usual day even though every day the most delicious brother's cuisine deh best," said Asmirandah who praised the cuisine from her cousin's sister.

"What you say is true because your brother always makes the stomach full and later we all sleep so good" said Bu Hilda grandmother Asti.

"Grandmother Asmirah was too praise and exaggeration, I also just learned again my cooking skills thanks to special education and special training from Grand Lady Hilda Winaryo," Asti said.

Everyone laughed at Asti's words. That night became their dinner for the last time before Asti left for the Capital of Jakarta.

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