The Her Wedding Dress

CH4 - Akbar

“Lik, let's spit. You guys are really slow ih” boy immediately

Indira pulls Malik's hand to walk faster. After the bell home from school

it read Indira enthusiastically invited Malik to pick Akbar up at his house.

“hemm”

“you ham hem ham hem. Come on, Akbar will wait. I

also hunted laper, he said Ibuk want to cook soto.” Indira paused for a moment

holding his stomach and imagining the pleasure of soto made by Bu Sri.

Indira again pulled Malik to walk faster. They

walk through the rabbit alley to avoid the crowds of the highway.

After entering the residential area, Indira is getting excited to immediately

take Akbar to Malik's house and enjoy the warmth of Soto Bu Sri.

“Lik, the bell is high, I'm not nyampe. How dong called it”

Indira jumped up and down trying to reach the doorbell button owned by the family Pak

Adi Soejono (Papi Akbar)

“yelling aja. Your voice is rich toa” replied Malik casually

while putting his shoes

“oh yes also you. Pardonkissiiii. Akbaaaarrr. Maaiiins

yuuuukkkk Mbok Lastriiii, Akbarnya noaaaaa.” Indira began to stretch

her voice

“lik, about rattling ga huh? Emm try again

permiiii Indira's shout stopped because it had seen Akbar open

house door. Akbar immediately ran towards Indira and Malik while

waving hands.

“Mboooookkkk, Akbar go play first yaaaaa. Go home

Maliiikkkk” It turns out that Akbar has similarities with Indira who likes to scream.

“Yuk bar, laper already nihh. “ Indira starts to withdraw hands

Akbar to walk quickly. Malik followed only from

backside.

The three of them walked together while guessing. When

Akbar and Indira were busy playing, Malik just smiled listening to the conversation

they occasionally answered silly guesses from Indira.

Arriving at home, as usual Bu Lastri was packing

some wet cakes that will be distributed to neighbors.

“Ibuuuuukk, we lahaaangggg” Shouts Indira so go to

in house. Malik and Indira immediately approached and kissed the back of Mom's hand

Lasts. While Akbar just silently pecked to see his friend do that.

During this time, Akbar rarely kissed the hands of his parents. Not because it's not

taught, but because he rarely met his parents. Every day before

he woke up, his papa had already gone to the bakery and returned after Akbar had slept.

Akbar only met on Sunday. Her mother was too busy with

social friends.

Seeing Akbar speechless made Bu Sri stand up and hold his shoulder

Akbar.

“Akbar huh?? I'm Ms. Sri, Malik”'s mother a warm smile from her lips

bu Sri made Akbar feel comfortable and immediately kissed Bu Sri's hand.

“I Akbar Bu Sri”

“Call Ibuk only. Indira also call me as soon as” Bu Sri starts

stroking Akbar's head. Since hearing a little of his life story from Indira,

Bu Sri is concerned about Akbar. And determined to love Akbar just as much as he

Malik and Indira

yes??”

“hahaha. You laper? Here. Let's all wash our hands first. Malik

same with changing clothes first there. Neng's clothes are in Mother's closet yes, already washed”

Hearing the orders from his mother the three of them went straight to the place

goals each.

After washing his hands, Akbar immediately sat down at the small dining table

there in the kitchen, waiting for Indira and Malik who are still changing clothes. While Bu Sri

start preparing lunch for these boys.

After berkmpul, Bu Sri began to spoon the gravy to each

a bowl filled with rice, vermicelli, chicken milk and soto appendages

the other. Bu Sri added extra soy sauce to Malik, and extra vermicelli to

Indira.

Akbar smiled at the affection that Bu Sri had given him

Malik and Indira. He had never been noticed by the two

her parents. Only Mbok Sri is there for Akbar. Because of the joy and

his arrogance all this time, Akbar managed to cover up the loneliness he felt.

“Buk, Akbar also want to add rich seeds Indira dong” Akbar

smiling widely while handing over his soto bowl. Immediately Ms Sri

adding vermicelli to Akbar's bowl. The four of them enjoyed their lunch

happily. While occasionally laughing at the silly behavior of Indira and

Akbar.

After lunch, they sat in the living room

helps pack the cake.

“Buk, how much?” Ask Malik

“Yes, today is rather quiet. Ibu Sell around to the village

next to. But quiet, so much leftovers. Akbar you want?” Bu Sri handed in

the tray contains some brown bananas, onde-onde and risol.

“Mau dong bu's. Akbar wanted to ask but was ashamed. Hehe” Akbar Direct

taking risol from Bu Sri tray. While Indira took all the chocolate bananas

there are three remaining seeds.

“Indi you want to eat all that brown banana?” Ask Akbar

astonishment. Indira just smiled sweetly at Akbar's question. With

deftly, his hand halved one of the brown bananas he was holding. Him

handed over one and a half of the chocolate bananas he took to Malik, and ate

one half of the other chocolate bananas.

“That's Indira's favorite cake with Malik bar. These two are

same taste. Love the same eggplant balado, the same chocolate banana cake, the same

seblak, milk chocolate. But his work continues. Rarely get along.

One is chatty, the other is jutek. Sometimes I'm dizzy myself if Malik

same Indira again with” Bu Sri began to tell the habits of Malik and Indira.

It didn't take long for Malik and Indira to spend

their favorite cake.

“Buk, Akbar can often play here. Akbar likes Ibuk

hehe” pinta Akbar with his mouth still full by risol

“by dong, kan Akbar anak ibuk too. Play here every day too

may. But you have to permission first as papi yes, let gain sought. “ with

soft ma'am Sri stroked Akbar's head.

Bu Sri felt a little relieved, because Malik was still quite lucky

having a mother like her.