The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 33

In the morning I woke up. You could say I only slept for three hours. And now, as the voice of praise from the microphone of the mosque began to sound. I cut my eyes out for a while before trying to open them wider.

My head feels dizzy, probably from a lack of sleep. I can't pull the blanket anymore. I'm being chased for time. The distance of Rini's house with a restaurant is quite time consuming. Two hours that we have to pass later, not to mention if there is a traffic jam in the morning.

We did not live in Banyuwangi City. But still, busyness will be seen in the morning and evening when entering the rush hour of school children and workers.

I rushed to the bathroom at the back of the house. Once I glanced at the kitchen, there saw the mother of Rini's mother sparking a fire. The fireplace that was still made of firewood was immediately lit with small coals.

I continued my steps back to the bathroom. Wash your face and clean yourself. After that I went back to the room to do a morning hiatus. I pray and hope for smoothness today. After thanking me for the breath I still received this morning, I rushed to the kitchen and helped my mother prepare breakfast.

"Cocon't you wake up? it's still half five. It's too early. Rini's still sleeping in ayu's room."

I smiled, the mother of Rini's mother who did look a little taut from her face was not evil. However, his stature and appearance have always been so. Yesterday, shortly after I met him was shocked when I saw the look on my face that seemed to dislike my presence. But the longer I noticed, it was the face of the mother who was so but not with her attitude.

"Ar, it's common to wake up at this hour ma'am. I could not sleep anymore. If forced later even bablas." My urge is getting closer to him.

"Yes, that's it. Have you prayed? if you haven't prayed yet."

"Just finished mom. So come straight here.This vegetable wants to be cooked now, ma'am?"

"Yes, you can cook, right?" Ask without a smile

"Yes already, if that's how you live first. I haven't prayed here yet." I just nodded and looked at the mother who stepped out of my own kitchen.

I switched on a large tray made of woven bamboo. There are fern vegetables or people also call it as nail vegetables. I don't know what reason until the name is pinned on a shrub that has this distinctive taste.

I scoured the trunk to separate the young ones for cooking. Afterwards I washed it in a shower near the back door of the kitchen.

I prepare the seasoning to saute and look for where the pan and oil are placed. I smiled when I found everything I needed to be complete.

The fire that started to grow made me happy. Even at home, I also like to cook on my stump of firewood. I rarely use it, because the smoke that is sometimes produced makes the eyes sore and sometimes shortness of breath. Especially if the fire is hard to start.

"Well, there's a stove here, too. Kirain there's only a furnace." I sniggered at my own words.

The vegetables were ripe a few minutes ago. I've even fried an omelet as a side dish.

At half-six in the morning to be exact, we departed from Rini's house. Earlier, I replied to a message from both Imam and Mas Pri asking for my departure.

The small form of attention from both of them warmed my heart. Yet again I was faced with a difficult choice for my own heart.