Milky

Part. 5

Sunday is called the gathering day of the whole family. School is off, work is off, but not for God. For him, a vacation means changing jobs. Whatever he will do because he never stays silent.

His body, which was once thick, now looks a little small. Ideal people call it. Tall and large, a well-built chest with her stout muscles. He's a dream guy, baby, his wallet isn't a dream.

"Tong, are you ready?" ask from the terrace of the house. The cigarette billowed flanked with two fingers, one more sip of coffee was still left in the cup. Black coffee is sweet, and only made by Tina that feels right on the tongue.

"Start, Beh!" Bima half yelled out from inside the house. Tina herself was still busy tidying up their food marks. Understandably, in the simple house there is no breakfast bread spread jam, no breakfast sandwich, also pancakes doused with honey. Only complete rice and side dishes were eaten every day.

"Lack satisfied the cave if you eat that. Lemes cave body," said Dewa if anyone protests about breakfast at his house.

Bima came out of the room, today he will help God clean the backyard of a house owned by one of his neighbors. He came to Tina in the kitchen to ask her permission.

"Nyak, Bima said to Babeh first, yes. Assalamu'alaikum!" He took his mother's hand and kissed her.

"Yes. Ati-ati, yes. Take the afternoon Nyak bring food," said Tina with a smile looking at her son who walked out. He continued his work tidying up the dishes that had been washed clean by him.

All the house activities he did himself. Before dawn, the clothes she washed were lined up behind the house. Stamped on a rope tied to two palanquin trees to the right and left of his house. He never complains even though the homework is always piling up and never ending.

Her lips always smile every time she takes off and welcomes her husband and son home. He looked around the house, it was clean and tidy.

"It's time to go to the vegetable maker. Cook what, yeah, today?" Mumbled to himself while putting a broom behind the door. A shabby negligee is always attached to his body, not because he can not afford to buy, but because of the money he saved for Bima's education costs are also available in the old days.

He walked to the kamling post where the usual home-based Enyak gathered waiting for the vegetable maker to come. Gather around and tell me anything about the latest news brought by one of them.

"Eh, Tin! Caves with men you can actually tipi? Tipi in the cave house is broken. Couldn't your man actually? Kejer cave boys can not see tipi," asked one of the residents friends nimbrung in the post kamling.

"Yes, but the cave of tanyain used to mean he's not about that." Tina said, as she remembers, God has never dealt with electronics. He himself did not remember because in his house there were no such sophisticated objects.

"Yes, you tanyain, geh. You see, if you tipi brought to the service provider, kudu use his car taxi. Continue to pay mehong really, who knows if ama your man, mah, can be skewed price." It's a whimper, that's what neighbors call it. Always ask for the cheapest price when trading with one side of the house, but for any prestige will be raped in order to increase prestige in the community.

"Yes, just calm down. Who is rich." Tina kept smiling, always remembered her husband's words everyone was different and each head had its own thoughts.

"Okayur!" The distinctive sound of a squeaky greengrocer flowed like the sinden singing. Their conversation stopped, immediately stormed the vegetable that they were waiting for his arrival.

"Euleuh-euleuh .. This is Moms, tea, meuni ku galeulis pisan. Sok, atuh, picky greens. Still fit, bahenol, denok tehna, mah."

(Oh .. These are beautiful mothers. Please pick the vegetables. Still fresh fit, sexy and plump anyway).

"Often masakin men and chicks cave. Eating lots of vegetables, tofu, tempeh mulu every day," he murmured while holding a kilo of chicken in his hand. Today, she wants to cook something special for her husband and son. A simple roast chicken according to him.

While God and Bima had already started their work. Pluck the grass, hoe, and tidy it up on the fringes. The gods will also burn the grass before he comes home.

On the other hand, in the parking lot where Bima used to accompany Dewa to work, a beautiful teenager and a little girl were looking for her figure.

He who was curious about what kind of boy his sister told him yesterday, went to the traditional market with his sister.

"Are you sure you met him here?" Ask for the last time because there are no boys in the place, except those who are taken by parents or those who sell plastic bags at the market.

"Yes, I met him here. Brother, ask the Father over there?" The little girl pointed to one of the parking attendants in the distance, "yesterday I saw her coming to the Father" he said.

His sister was unmoved, he straightened up and watched carefully the person who was arranging the vehicle.

"alright. Come, we ask," he asked while holding his sister's hand to approach the middle-aged man he had appointed earlier. The two waited until he finished with his job to remove and tidy up the motors in the parking lot.

"Sir, sorry. We want to ask." The teenager's rush blocked his path. The scorching sunlight stung the surface of their skin, but that did not discourage the hijab teenager from asking under its exposure.

"What's up, Neng? What do you want to ask?" polite. Even if his work is considered low, he still has ethics when speaking.

"Mmc ... You know that little boy who's always here? My sister says she works in this parking lot? I just wanted to meet him and thank him. Can I know where the kid is?" ask the hijab teenager politely.

"Who, huh?" Thinking that man, looked at him the sky remembered the child he was asking. "No child works here-"

"The brother who helped me yesterday is white. Mmm ... His name was, "sambar the little girl quickly.

"Oi ... Milky. That's ..he, mah, doesn't work here. Just help babehnya doang. Not working. Coral is not there him, Babehnya not come to the stall," tell him when hearing the name Bima called.

"Oh, if the house ... Do you know where his house is?" Banging that man. He knew the gods in the market, and never even visited his house.

"Ow .. sorry, Neng. You don't know where his house is. The vow. Sorry, yes," it was clearly visible on the face.

The two girls looked lethargic, they looked at each other before bidding farewell to the middle-aged male parking guard. Determined in the heart, tomorrow and tomorrow will come again to erase the curiosity in his heart.