Mystery of Love

vacation

When I returned from Shawwal vacation I immediately moved all the items I had from room A to the room ndalem. I help with cooking, making ice, preparing ndalem family dinnerware etc. I officially became a child ndalem who has several privileges such as no need to pay money to eat, free prayers do not have to congregate upstairs, food more vegetables and more varied.

After a few months as a child, I asked for a change of duty to wash clothes only because I was annoyed at my upperclassman. His name is Watun

Because at that time, I who had finished putting rice for the family ndalem from the boiler to the magic com in snapped by him.

"Sing risk An!" He said he then took the boiler I had put in the laundry and cleaned the remaining rice. Not much just a few and it was stuck to the edge of the boiler so I had trouble taking it.

I got pissed. I don't know why in those few days he sensed me and was angry with me many times.

After getting my approval, I switched tasks to be a washerman. My main task is to wash later, dry and fold the ndalem family clothes. Sometimes there are some clothes that need to be ironed but that is just a few. Most neng or Gus will iron his clothes individually.

My experience when washing the clothes of the ndalem family is to separate BHS sarongs belonging to Abah and gus-gus with other clothes because the gloves of that type do not need to be washed using soap just rinsed with water a lot of.

Drying the sarong which is said to be made of silk also requires special treatment. Should be dried in a shaded place not exposed to the sun directly. Using a straight wooden rod for the top and bottom so that the fabric does not stick together and then given a ballast on the left and right side of the wooden rod.

My activity in the morning after dawn prayer is to immediately wash clothes and then dry them and then I go to school. In the afternoon I will lift the clothesline and put it in the room. After the afternoon I folded it up and put it in the cupboards in the musolla ndalem.

Not the whole family ndalem, only Mas Ni'am, neng Ninis, Gus wafi, Abah and ibuk. While the adults are neng Niro, Gus Zaki, Gus Nafik, Gus Syafiq and neng Iin only occasionally leave their clothes to me asking for help to be washed when they are tired because of the many activities.

"Mak Aini Endi?" tanya mas Ni'am while loosening his head from the musolla ndalem by opening the door slightly.

"take Aini in Ni'am!!!" shouted the children who made me run straight to the musolla ndalem

" My t-shirt with zinc and endi mbak?" ask mas Ni'am when looking for his favorite t-shirt.

I immediately took it and Ni'am mas who was sitting in class 3 Tsanawiyah was smiling thinly while leaving me.

Seeing my little Gus was so happy. He never called my name when he spoke to me directly. But he often smiled faintly as a thank you to me without saying it. He's pretty stingy talking and I love his girlfriend.

Mas Ni'am is loving his black t-shirt. After the t-shirt is worn then washed, dried, so dry the t-shirt will be directly worn, washed dry directly wear. And so on. though the clothes are many but that is worn it.

Unlike his brother who is irritable to talk, Neng Ninis who also seemed spoiled to me often asked me to accompany him to see the television in the central room ndalem. See the horror movie. Scared but curious maybe.

I feel awkward also when there is Abah, mother or other ndalem family who saw me was watching television with Neng Ninis but neng Ninis forced me.

When praying together with children ndalem neng Ninis only want me to be a priest when he prayed with us. I'm Yo sam'an watoatan only. I know I can't do anything either.