IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Then and Now

This morning my car did not go straight to the campus, nor did it go to Jo's house. My main goal is home.

In addition to kangen mama's cooking, I also want to discuss about the development of sis Jo's condition.

I realized if this was not really my responsibility, if only there was no friendship between my mother and Jo's parents, maybe I would have been easier to ignore.

I can only always pray, may I be able to carry all the trust that is on my shoulders at this time.

On the other hand I am just an ordinary human being, who before even I was a spoiled little girl, a fearless, always taking refuge in the armpits of friends, who would have thought if at this time I carry some trust that is not easy.

Thanks to Siska, the enemy who later became a friend was able to make me transform to this extent.

And now what happened, it was I who often left him because of my various activities. While she, now turned into a more religious girl. Even in terms of attitude, still like to act. Siska is not his name if he does not like to talk original, ceplos.

But not from all that then we should not be veiled, right?

Because hijab is an obligation for a Muslim. While the character and nature are hereditary may be, habits, due to parenting, or may be other factors.

"assalamu'alaikum ma" I said as soon as I set foot inside the house.

No one greeted me. In addition to the scents that tickle the nose and stomach.

I got home almost six in the morning. Where the hours like this mama still busy themselves in the kitchen. Meanwhile, must be preparing to go to school. And papa, being in the bathroom maybe. The maid must still be dabbling in the bathroom with a pile of dirty clothes.

My main goal is the kitchen, say hello to my mom. And of course, I found Mama standing in front of the stove with her best official clothes.

"waalaikumsalam hall. Is it sunny for mama's boy this early? " greet mama, don't forget the warm kiss. Even if the hands are straws with spices, the kiss of affection still welcomes me.

"cook what ma, Kayra is hungry" I ran a little to the dinner table, tasting whatever food was already there. Things I can't stand anymore for not doing.

"wash hands first sisterkkkk" uh, the queen of health shouted and started down the stairs.

"iya-iya, use this spoon as well" at once the silence was broken.

"iwh, grandpa. He hugged her. Can't breathe" hasn't finished washing your hands, can a sudden hug from behind.

"lagian, brother. Came not nengokin adeknya first, even tengokin cuisine" protest adek.

"yes, just look at the food to keep going up to the room he wants. But you showed up first on the deck"

It was a morning at the dinner table that I miss so much. It was a loving spirit that made me feel full of affection, before at the end of her satiety of food.

How not, while helping mama prepare food on the table, there are only foods that are fed to the mouth. Without me asking for my mother to memorize, every time the cooking will ripen, my hands are outstretched and my mouth is ready to taste.

While the dick, he got the part of preparing the fruit. Either intentionally or somehow, he always gets an unbalanced cut at the end. "rather than making ugly arrangements on the plate, it's for you" he said like that. And at once his hand was stretched out in front of my mouth. How do I refuse?

At last, I came out of the room with my mom. Already with their respective work clothes and perfume scent that never changes. We all sat down for breakfast.

"sister will go to campus at what time" asked papa while waiting for which one was preparing food to the plate.

"it's not noon, Kayra, there's no schedule for ngasdos"

"horre, I can ask you to take you to school" the grandfather interrupted the conversation.

"tumben, don't bring your own bike. Not ah, at all times to be delivered the same car". From the beginning he entered High School was never delivered by car. Not because mama distinguishes between me and adek, but want to be adek alone who go with ojek only. He said faster. Because he often went to the store.

"want to go with papa? "

"ish, papa, please. We're going the opposite direction"

"yes, yes. Sister inter"

A moment of silence. Enjoy the contents of each plate.

Mama used to cook with many menus, because our favorite is each one.

"Kayra bring provisions later ma" dear if the rest of the sweet sour shrimp no spent.

"ok, mama prepare"

"yok already, brother, it's already mepet nih"

"base adek only the habit of leaving mamma" hardik.

After saying goodbye, we immediately left.

Passing small streets to avoid traffic jams, so that the beloved adek arrives at school is not too late.

As per the target, the car stopped in front of the gate just as the security guard would pull the gate to close. That means the bell just rang. Unexpected to be the late queen of the prospective doctor.

"have hunted there"

"thank you my dear brother" she cried as she ran through the gate.

Lucky the security guard still remembers my face. The security guard knew me well when I was in high school. We finally chatted for a while.

I soon left the school area. Before any teacher sees me and recognizes me, I'll be in school a little longer.

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