Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee

Chapter 8

Dilla was busy holding back the laughter as I did the sawala to the seller. About bargaining leave it to me. Already bought a lot and did not get a discount the taste was less steady, so it needs a little debate so that the salesman father wants to give a cut.

After buying some embroidery cloth, thread, needle and ring. We went for a walk to see the cloths going to make clothes. Other than writing I love sewing and cooking, which I dislike when it comes to holding brooms, mops, washcloths and any kind of mopping-related rake.

"I felt like I saw my mom when I was nawar's sister. How can it look like that same way mama?" Dilla laughed amusedly, I smiled.

"I should have recorded it to Bang Dandi, he must have laughed to see it." Lazy response to Dilla's babble, I stopped at one of the stalls.

"Why? Wanna buy?" dilla asked confusedly.

"No, just hold the cloth." I could hear Dilla leaving me laughing. I smiled at the stall owner, walking up to Dilla in front. It's actually my way of keeping Dilla from saying Dandi's name, I think it worked.

"Original sister, today brother is sick huh? How do you keep it funny from that?"

Having a sibling like this is tired as well, but more tired if you do not have a sister, no one helps clean the house. Haha

"Dil, man,"

"Yes?"

"Would I make a keychain out of flannel, right?" I was interested in making a keychain when I saw the pink and blue flannel cloth hanging in front of the stall.

"If it's free."

"What's the price of flannel, ma'am? " me ask the middle-aged woman who looks at me with a smile.

"Twenty thousand."

"Take the pink, blue, red, black, white, indigo, equal yellow, ma'am. Take half a meter, ma'am."

"Okay, each of them?" ask the mother. I smiled, nodding "Yes. "

"A lot, brother?" dilla asked curiously. My sister always wants to know, all questioned.

"Employ a lot, continue to be shared with the children of the nulis club" I explained.

"Sister, buy me a watch, my watch is broken." I looked at him with a ready look to throw all the groceries on his face. He thinks I'm a walking bank, can directly issue money.

"Shut up!"

"Marrel."

After paying for the groceries we left the market. Buy four packs of meatballs in a store not far from the market. Tired also around the market this afternoon, although not so crowded, but climbing the stairs is enough to make the legs feel sore.

***

My days began to be busy with sewing, making Dandi's smiling face embroidery look at the camera. I took this photo from one of the photos he posted on Facebook. This is a photo when we were on Bukit kubuk or commonly called hill teletubies in the land area of Karo, Brastagi. The journey from Medan to Berastagi takes two to three hours.

You can sleep around and roll around like teletubies. Everyone who comes will be given a free kite. The wind and the place are suitable for kite play. I never get tired of visiting this place, the place does provide comfort that makes anyone feel at home there.

When I do what I like, I often forget to put a mouthful of rice in my mouth. I do not usually eat breakfast, so wake up after fulfilling the obligation as a Muslim I was immediately busy cleaning the house. After all the clean housework I started spending time embroidery. Then stop when entering dzuhur prayer time and lunch. Then it re-embedded and stopped when entering Ashar, then cleaned the house again. After the Isya prayer I returned to sewing until eleven o'clock in the evening. I can count how many times I eat.

Forgetting to eat and just focusing on the stitches made me lie sick on the bed. Stomach ulcers, that's what the doctor said. Yesterday before lying in my bed my mom took me to the hospital, staying one night.  Not wanting to be in the hospital made me ask my mom to do the infusion at home. And now, an infusion friend of mine lying silently staring up at the sky of the room.

The sound of knocking on the door took my eyes off. Dandi came with Dilla.

"DANDIII CLOSE YOUR EYES NOW!" my screams make a sore throat. Surprised by my screams Dandi reflexes closed his eyes and Dilla closed her ears.

"Don't move! Keep your eyes closed! Dare to open my eyes, I won't see you again!" my threat.

"What's the matter? Why do I have to close my eyes?"

"SILENCE!"

"Yes. "

Dilla looked at me questioningly. I ignored him and chose to take my infusion and take him away with me to the study table in the room.

"Don't open your eyes!" I remember once again.

"Yes. What the hell are you doing?"

I took the stitches of Dandi's face into my grasp. The picture stitches that have been framed pretty with glass I put behind the closet. I don't want Dandi to see it now. I haven't wrapped it up with wrapping paper.

"Udah yet?" tanya Dandi who is like a person playing hide and seek. Dilla giggled softly which made me glare sharply.

Dandi helped me hang back the infusion to a rope that was deliberately made as a place for infusion. "Thank you." I said lying down.

"Let's see, bleeding happens. What the hell was that?" dandi asked in a slightly snapping voice.

"Later tonight can come with me?" ask with a serious look. Dilla lay down next to me playing a cell phone.

"Where?"

"Mama make a show at home. It's my birthday if you forget. Family on the burn-burning gathering." he explained.

"Can I come?" connect Dilla with a smile.

"Come."

"Still limp actually, kind of painful as well." I asked Dilla to take the novel that was next to her. It's also hard to talk together, the heart rate is pumping like a race, so I think talking while reading a novel can make me not have to feel pounding like this. Being taken to eat and noticed is actually common, but this heart is even like a race person.

"So can't come?" ask her with a face she doesn't like.

"Couthful. Just relax why the hell say it, like people are racing again, just make it hard."

"Somewhat is sick. Already know birthday people, even sick. Tomorrow we'll see the bookstore!"

"You're like a dating person." chirped Dilla who made my hand float pinch her arm.

"SICK." he shouted ready to hit my arm.

"Thankfully there was Bang Dandi, if I hadn't hit back. Insolent times pinches, thought not sick what." Dilla stood up and walked outside. Kicking the door as an impingement of his frustration.

I can hear my mom scolding him for kicking the door. "The beginning pinched your older brother's arm, Ma." The sister who made mama turn to scold me.

"Si brother was lightly his hands the same as the sibling. It can not be so, it is still a big storm." protest mama who I say sorry.

"Came on!" call me the one who didn't get the authorization from the one with the name. These are cranky features.

"Does not fight again." protested Dandi. I smile at the smile.

***

Dilla did not come along because it was still in the mode of taking it. Dandi and I went to the cafe after Isya Prayer. A cafe? Yes, Cafe Coco Bakery. Dandi lied when he said that his mother made an event at home, in fact he made an event in a cafe attended by his friends.

I stared cynically at the lie he was doing. There was a surprise later, he whispered before we were both greeted by Mother (my call to Mama Dandi). I smiled warmly and kissed the back of Mother's hand. The middle-aged woman smiled wiping my hair covered in a blue veil.

"It's really pretty today" said Mommy touching the right cheek.

"Dandi says you're sick, is it okay?" ask Mother again, we walked to the empty chair in the middle of the room. Do not ask where Dandi is, he is busy greeting his friend who came to join.

"That's fine, Bun."

A week of not visiting the cafe a lot of changes happened. Dandi makes a massive promo for a week. Free meals for anyone who brings a couple to eat there, as well as for anyone who has a birthday on that week-long day. And especially today, exactly tonight, he makes free meals for anyone who comes to the cafe.

I saw a woman my age join me and my mother's table. Mother's reaction was the same as when mother welcomed me. I smiled warmly at the smile she threw.

Mommy says her name is Della, Dandi's friend in Elementary School. Not long after that, Dandi joined. Mother so excited to tell me about Della, sometimes I just smile in response.

Della graduated in French Literature at one of the public universities in Medan. It turns out that all this time he was on campus with Dandi, I felt stupid for not knowing this. Dandi also never told me about this.

Mother said Della had just published a three-language comic, English, Indonesian, and French. The comic tells the legends that exist in Indonesia. The thing I least expected was that Dandi was involved in it, Dandi who drew the comics.

Really, I don't understand how I feel. I felt pain in my body when I heard it. Is this the definition of disappointment? As if not considered a friend. A pal? Are me and and Dandi friendly? Or just a friendship?

Of all the stories of the most painful mother is ketita mother says. "Later mother would like to announce that the next two weeks Dandi and Della will be engaged. Fits them, equally from the letter D his name."

Oh Dilla my sister, you should have come with me here. Accompany me in this painful conversation. A little bit of Dilla can definitely dispel this unpleasant feeling.

I don't want to look at Dandi. From the corner of my eye I could see that Dandi was looking at me with an expression I didn't know to explain. It turns out that he meant there would be a suprise.

"And here's a gift for you." My daydream was shaken when I heard Della give me a beautifully wrapped box with a paper picture of a bright blue sky. Regarding the gift, I did not bring the embroidery I made for Dandi here. I still left it at home. I don't want to be the first to give him a gift, just let me be the last.

I am no longer excited tonight. No more feeling special, I forgot, that special for fried rice, and I'm not a special fried rice whose eggs are two that use rendang meat and chicken suwir, the complete package.

Take me away from this place, can you? Don't, haven't cut the cake, it looks good and I want to eat.