KIRANA (SUPERNATURAL JOURNEY)

MORNING MOOD

Around five in the morning Mang Nur and his wife had arrived at Pak Bahari's residence.

They came in through the back door, they were holding the spare key to the house.

Bi Sari rushed into the warehouse to bring a sesajen tray, intending to wash the former dish.

He turned on the lamp beside the door of the warehouse, his eyes were rounded when he knew the dish was gone.

He immediately took the tray, and cleaned the coconut shells scattered there.

" Sir, the food is ludes. " Bi Sari said to her husband.

" Good if it's over, not redundant. " Mang Nur smiled as he stirred the black coffee he made.

" I wonder, yes, usually in the days of Ki Demang whose name sesajen was still intact. They say they only take food. This could end. " Bi Sari was a little confused.

" Have not dizzy, mending your work there. I want to sweep the page. " Mang Nur doesn't care much.

" Is it possible to eat rats? But it feels impossible to get this much, let alone be able to open hard coconut shells. " Bi Sari was still curious.

Mang Nur passed from the presence of his wife, he did not really care about eating rats or demons. Clearly, the ritual has been performed. And it looks like tonight Kirana's fine, even though her employer didn't call her last night.

If anything happens, her employer will tell her. Mang Nur immediately headed for the yard and swept the leaves that were falling there.

While Bi Sari returned to continue her work, although her heart still wondered about the session.

Yanuar had woken up from the dawn of the morning. After the prayer he immediately exited the room when he heard the sound of Mang Nur sweeping outside the house.

Yanuar walked towards the backyard of the house. Intending to help Mang Nur.

" Den is awake. "greet Bi Sari as Yanuar passes through the kitchen.

" It's Bi. That's another page, huh? " Yanuar said.

" Yes den. Want auntie to make coffee ? " Tawar Bi Sari's.

" No thanks Bi. I want to help Mang Nur. " The Yanuar passed from before Bi Sari.

Bi Sari was willing to prevent it but Yanuar had hunted out and brought a broom that was stored at the back door.

" Morning Mang. Let me help you on the front page. " Tegur Yanuar approached Mang Nur.

" No Den, this is my job. " Mang Nur sungkan.

" It's okay. I am tired of no activity. Mamang also must be tired if you have to wipe this wide page. " Yanuar said.

" It's up to Aden.." Mang Nur forbid even his taste is impossible.

Yanuar immediately went to the front yard of the house. He swept the courtyard while enjoying the morning coolness there. Yanuar just realized this village is really comfortable. It is only natural that Pak Bahari wants to return to his hometown.

Once in a sense of clean, Yanuar sat on the front porch chair of the house. Shortly thereafter Bi Sari brought coffee and fried bananas are still hot.

" Den Yanuar must be tired. " Bi Sari said while keeping a tray containing a cup of coffee and a plate of fried bananas on the table.

" It's good to sweat Bi, itung-itung morning exercise. Thanks Bi, so ngerepotin. " Yanuar immediately snatched the black coffee made by Bi Sari.

" All together. I'm happy." Yanuar smiled kindly.

" Den shouldn't be soaked, just healed. " Said Bi Sari.

" I'm healthy, Bi, don't worry. " Say Yanuar while eating fried bananas.

" Yes already finished his food, Bibi want to go back to continue his work" said Bi Sari.

Yanuar only gave a slow nod, as his mouth was still busy chewing on the fried banana.

Bi Sari was amazed at Yanuar's young, friendly, diligent worship, reminding him of his nephew Fathir.

Mr. Bahari got up and got out of the room. He was a little surprised to see the front door open. As he walked into the living room, he saw Yanuar from the window glass.

Pak Bahari also approached Yanuar who was relaxing on the terrace.

" Well, you're awake. " Pak Bahari sits on the terrace chair.

" Yes Om. I enjoyed the morning air again. It is so cold in the city. " Yanuar said.

" The air here hasn't had much pollution. " Said Pak Bahari.

" Oh yes Om, this is a fried banana made by Bi Sari. Yanuar bring coffee to Om first yes. " Yuanuar immediately went into the kitchen.

" Thank you." said Mr. Bahari with a smile.

Yanuar stared at the door of the room that was still tightly closed as it flashed in the central room. Kirana's room, she can't wait to know how Kirana is doing now.

After bringing a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Yanuar immediately returned to the terrace. He kept the coffee on the table with the coffee and the fried banana.

" Sitting we can make coffee together while enjoying the morning air" said Pak Bahari.

" Yes Om. " Yanuar smiled.

" Omm, I never thought it was the same Bagas. At this hour he must not have woken up. Especially not in college. " Said Pak Bahari while looking at the watch.

" Yes Bagas is still sleeping, maybe he slept a little night so bad luck" said Yanuar.

" So late or not the same as him mah. " babble Pak Bahari while followed by the laughter of the two of them.

Yanuar even imagined that if only he became Pak Bahari's son-in-law might be like this.

' Ah don't worry ' he murmured in his heart. It was stupid to think that far. Moreover, Kirana is currently still in High School, still long journey.

He is still in college and does not have a regular job. He does occasionally work freelance in cafes to meet his daily needs. But the salary will not be enough if you have to meet the needs of the household.

' The more messed up your mind Yanuar.' many times he destroyed his hopes but the more he got rid of even the greater his hopes to become Kirana's companion later.

Yanuar is still engrossed in his delusion, while Pak Bahari is engrossed in enjoying Bi Sari's fried banana while sipping warm coffee.

The atmosphere of the morning was warm with the closeness and familiarity of the two of them. Ms. Ratna peeked out from behind the living room window.

Occasionally he smiles at her lips. Things that are rarely seen are even done between Pak Bahari and Bagas. Yanuar did indeed make old man Bagas amazed at him. The boys alone are always busy themselves there is rarely closeness like Yanuar is doing at this time with Pak Bahari.