The House in the Middle of Sawah
The shadow that peeked
Wednesday, the awaited day arrives. Erni and Nita come to the house. It turned out that not only them, other friends of the group also participated in the tour, wanting to know my home area, he said. So, it's pretty rame today, the six of us, me, Erni, Nita, Hasan, Irul and Febi. On the way to the house, they are endlessly amazed by the beautiful natural scenery. The winding country roads, rivers with clear water, rice fields that enter the planting period, cool they said. Arriving at their home was quite shocked, the air which to me was cold, for them was too cold.
"Hyuh Dan, this is so cool" said Irul while rubbing his elbow and arm.
"I am if my house is here, marriage is possible yes, ademmm good for a new manten", Febi chimed in, greeted with another laugh.
"Had already, ayog entered first, later did not make ginger anget all "Ibuk arrived just appeared from inside the house while carrying his sister.
"Eh, mother, Assalamualaikum ma'am", Nita said hello.
"Waalaikumsalam, ayog came in, he said coldly?" Take ibuk.
One by one enter the house after shaking hands with the mother.
As I expected, although the initial intention was to do group work, but what happened was to chat with hours. Accompanied by ginger angel and boiled corn, group work events or more appropriately called group chatting take place solemnly. Occasionally aq steal a glance to Erni, who had previously rubbed her ginger cup using two palms. Apparently cold. Today she looks really sweet, wearing a light brown hijab, a long-sleeved white striped shirt, with jeans matching the hijab color. Erni never wears make up. That's what makes me like, the sweetness is natural without putty. While Nita and Febi look quite menor.
"And who is Dan out there?" Febi suddenly asked while sipping warm ginger, chuckle.
"Who you know, who's gag, who's wong ibuk again in the kitchen" I replied with a cling, looking at the window. The living room of this house faces the street with two large windows covered with transparent curtains.
"Mosok to Dan, I'm afraid that I feel that there are people who are anxious" said Febi, this time he began to get serious.
"Tonggomu paleng Dan" said Hasan quickly.
I got up from my seat, looking out of the house. There's no who. Febi thinks I'm there. Back in my seat, I just landed my ass on the chair, Febi asked to be shown the bathroom. I can't stand the cold he said. This one girl is indeed a one-class kempong palm deh like. A moment later Erni asked to come along to the bathroom. Okay, no delivery, let alone send to the bathroom, want to take it to KUA was ready I thought. He he . . .
My bathroom is in the back, separate from the building. From the living room, straight back through the kitchen, and in the kitchen there is one door leading to the outer courtyard. Well, the location of the bathroom after the exit, is about 5 meters away. Beside the bathroom there is a deep well. Behind the bathroom there is a little remaining land approximately 3 square meters that is used to plant empon empon. For the border of rice fields with houses in the form of bamboo plants lined up. When the wind blows strong, the bamboo will make a special sound from the friction of the trunk.
"Well, so do the job" I grinned.
"Yes dong, lha here was his intention to do the task, chat aja gag is endless, can not what" replied Nita rather sewot.
Hasan and Irul chuckled.
"Yes sorry you know, I was the one who asked to come along. .so not disturbing your group's work "Irul pura put on a sorry expression.
"Woohh, your model Ruull" Nita replied as she hit Irul's shoulder quite hard. Hasan and I laughed.
Then Erni and Febi returned. They both argue something.
"What is it like to have eyelid eyelashes?" manyaku.
"This is what, Febi ki exist" replied Erni.
"lhah, really you know Er, I'm not lying" this time Febi's expression was strange, between fear and confusion.
"A minute, critao, what's up?" Nita mediates.
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