THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Beautiful in a dream

I walked down the courtyard. The green grass is soothing to the eyes. A flower garden full of colorful flowers. There is a fountain located in the corner of the park is also a swing of iron. I kept watching my surroundings.

It looks like an indigenous woman who is capable and in a barricade walk while carrying a basket filled with laundry. He continued walking towards the back yard. Oh, apparently there's a place to hang clothes.

And this house. Yes, I'm standing in front of this house. The Van Kemmers house. It was like entering a past life. I don't know what year it is?

A middle-aged man seemed to be sweeping the leaves from the fallen mango tree. The man was tall and dark skinned. Is she a maid in the Van Kemmers family huh? then there was a pair of girls and boys playing ball. Wow, the Dutch boys. Maybe it's the Van Kemmers kids.

The sky looks bright. I looked around again. Cherry trees and angsana trees stood upright along the courtyard. This house is so quiet and soothing.

My gaze was fixed on the figure of a young, blonde-haired woman sitting on the edge of the pool. His face was down, it seemed that he was focusing on something in front of him. His hand held a piece of paper and a pencil. It looks like the woman is painting.

I'm curious. Who is this young woman? my curiosity grew stronger as the breeze brushed her hair. Instantly, his face that had fallen down earlier began to lift up. She's so pretty. So pretty. My heart rippled, the more I wanted to get closer to him and...

"Wake up Bayu, don't you pray at dawn?" yell Mama.

Aah, just a dream. I was stunned, the dream was so real. I still remember the details of that dream. This house, the atmosphere in the front yard, the trees, the flowers of various colors, a pair of little boys with the face of a bule, a native woman who was drying clothes, and a little girl who was hanging clothes, then the thin man who was sweeping the leaves and the beautiful woman. Who is he?

"Lah bengong. Not to go back and pray immediately!" Mama surprised me.

I rushed to the back to take ablution. After the prayer I re-shed myself while recalling the dream. Did I really dream of the Van Kemmers? they came to my dream to meet? my curiosity about the Van Kemmers family history is growing - becoming.

"It's dumb again. You sick?" ask Mama.

"Take medicine if you don't feel good Bay. Breakfast before taking the medicine! first, Mama wanted to help you to take Mama to the market."

I had breakfast and was ready to take Mama to the market. Then Mama told me about her intention to sell again. I want to try my luck here. Previously in Palembang, Mama successfully sold mpek mpek.

Mama markets her sales offline as well as online. Mama's customers continue to grow because mpek made by Mama who feels champion. My mama was great. The type of woman who does not want to depend entirely on her husband. Although Dad's salary is more than enough, but from the first principled Mama, being a woman must be able to be independent in terms of finances.

"The front page seems suitable yes to be used as a tent stall. Maybe we can open a small cafe there, Bay!" said Mama.

I looked again at the large courtyard of this house. Quiet and strategic. Plus, the shape of this house is unique and artistic, certainly can be a selling point that is quite supportive.

"Where, Bay? agree not if Mama open a mpek mpek stall here."

"Good idea Mah. But look first how the condition of the people here. Advice Bayu anyway, mending Mama selling mpek mpeknya small first, for example online. Don't open the shop, Mah."

"Yes Bay. This is just my mom's plan." Answer Mama.

I also prepared to take out a motorbike to take Mama to the market. Father, Galih and Ratna have left for their respective places of activity. At home I was alone with my mother.

Seriate.