Play your guitar Sophie
Ih, norak …
I woke up early with a stuffy nose ! Maybe this is the result of over night pool churning. Frans was heard already working in the apple orchard with Fernando, who was definitely sitting on one of his favorite branches singing welcome morning in the language of birds.
This morning will start my beautiful day. But I feel something is strange, not fitting. Like if you feel like you're forgetting something but don't know what it is.
Fernando stopped singing when I opened my window facing the apple orchard.
“Good morning Fernando !”
Fernando looked up for a moment and then sang again. He doesn't usually fuck me like that.
“Fernando again arrogant. Brother Frans has washed – wash not yet ?”
“Already. The washing machine is empty again,” Frans replied while cleaning the apple tree from dead leaves.
I quickly – quickly went down to the bottom with a big bucket full of laundry, passing a wooden staircase that reads when someone walks on it.
Sunday or any other day, is not a reason for every Toebroek resident to wake up during the day. Sunday has been set, indirectly, as a net day of – net national. Starting from washing clothes that accumulate throughout the week, wiping furniture, cleaning carpets to mopping the floor. I am grateful that humans have invented a technology called vacuum cleaner and washing machine. I imagine that if I lived about a hundred years ago, I would definitely be included in the ranks of the girls who wear long cloths limited to the chest and wash clothes in the river. It sounds feminine, but I'd prefer shorts and t-shirts.
The washing machine started running when I pushed the button on after I put my clothes in plus water and detergent. A rotating washing machine that makes a noise like a cat is growling. With a light step in the fresh air, I went to Toebroek with a washcloth on my shoulder. I rubbed the tables and chairs in Toebroek slowly – slowly while thinking of Frans.
It's hard to make my uncle angry at someone. All this time I rarely see him angry to say – harsh words like last night. At most – he will be silent if something offends his heart.
If not wrong, Frans was angry yesterday because Papa Dodo already has a wife ?! What's wrong if a mature guy has a wife !? It feels strange Brother Frans is angry at something as absurd as that.
“Sophie ... baling !” arrived – just arrived Fernando was standing near my feet.
“Birds snobbish. I was told”<TAG1> I keep wiping tables and chairs.
“Sophie ... baling !” this time Fernando said while pecking at my feet.
“What the hell is Fernando ?! Muting ? What's wrong ?! Morning – morning like this where there is a thief. Kak Frans khan is also in the garden now.”
Fernando walks around – turn while shaking – flap his wings. It seems like he is gurgling because I don't understand what he wants to say either.
“Night ... baling .. !” fernando finally shouted. I'm surprised, maybe Fernando would have said there was an apple thief last night. Soon I ran to the apple orchard, to Frans.
“Kak, yesterday there was a maling gak ?”
Brother Frans turned to me with an astonished face, “It does not look like Soph. The fence is not broken,”
“Apel is still small like this to be stolen what?” replied Frans while continuing his work in the apple orchard.
“Birds naughty,” I said as I approached Fernando who was pecking corn on the floor Toebroek. No longer did I hear the washing machine growling. I ran to the washing machine and found that it had stopped turning. I put a slang in the spending hole to change the water. It's time for my clothes to be rinsed. I press the button again and run to Toebroek. Nek Irma and Grandma seemed to walk together wearing gymnastics clothes. Every Sunday morning they gymnastics together in front of the stadium.
“You dazzled a lot of people last night Sophie?” nek Irma asked as soon as she knew I was in Toebroek.
“Ah New Irma. Not that great. Does Nek Irma know where ?” is from
“Who else told me if not your Grandma,”
I glanced at Grandma who was walking in while pinching a large plastic vegetable. My grandmother is not a person who likes to gossip or talk about something just as basic as – stale except her …. Except her ... proud !!!! Well, my eyes until the glass – realized that Grandma was actually proud of me.
I went back to my work. Nek Irma opened her white hat and fanned – to remove the sultry. Fernando's gone somewhere. Maybe walk – streets around the house or apple orchard while realizing how comfortable it is today. Arrived – just arrived the strange feeling appeared again. The feeling of confusion was like something was missing but I had no idea what I was feeling this morning. Then for the second time I heard that my washing machine was no longer growling. I went to pick up a big bucket and took out my – half wet clothes into it. Take him home, to the clothesline. Hang it on the clothesline and then give the clamp so as not to fall if blown a bit strong wind.
When I finished, I walked to the apple orchard while kicking – kicked a pebble in front of my feet. I was thinking half dead, is there anything I forgot to do. PR Physics of Mr Rustam perhaps ? No way, I've got a cheat sheet from Vieri who is now sticking with the class clairvoyant, Jenny.
“Sophie …. Saliva …. Mutual !!!” Fernando shouted loudly when I found Hardin walking beside the apple cloud while occasionally looking at me. Suddenly, I gradually began to understand what caused the strange feeling to appear all this morning.
Even stranger when I saw with a gesture that seemed on purpose, Hardin took out something from inside his jacket pocket, dropped it in a place I could very well see, then quickly – quickly left. Not a smooth departure indeed because a few steps later there is one sound GEDUBRAKKK and sound “Aduh !!!!!” courtesy of Hardin fast – quickly stand and walk again. Leaving the dumbass behind me and asking – ask what Hardin really wants.
“Sophie ... maling ... maling ... night,” Fernando said with his hoarse voice.
I guess – nerka what Fernando really wants to say. I know right now what Fernando meant as a thief was Hardin. But night ?!! What the hell does that mean.
“Ahhh !!!” I screamed and then closed my mouth with my hands afraid that my screams would be heard by Grandma or Frans who was no longer in the apple orchard. I don't want him to think I'm hitting the pool again for the second time this week.
Definitely what Fernando meant was yesterday night Hardin pacing – mandir beside the apple orchard. Little GR I ventured to think that all this time he was walking hastily – gesa beside the apple orchard when I closed my window door surely because he wanted to see even if only for a moment. I'm flattered. I'm glad to realize I found out what I forgot to do last night. The strange feeling is gone. But now I don't know what to do with something he dropped (which is 99% I'm sure is for me)
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