The Ojek That's My Soul

Family warmth

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Today I'm going home to visit my family there.

A densely populated village on the outskirts of Depok.

Alhamdulillah immediately sat on the bus so do not stand.

I slipped the headset from my hape, behind the sky-blue rectangular veil,.

Today the weather is really sunny, as bright as my heart.

"A bright day for a lonely soul..... "

A song from my gawaiku.

(The song is very gloomy, replace sholawat ajalah.)

I also play the cover sholawat brought by Kak Ai khodijah the yutuber.

My heart was calm and peaceful.

I think my face is also shining.

It would be nice to imagine meeting my parents and twin sister.

Sleeping in my simple yet comfortable room, eating ummi cuisine.

Aahhh.

Gathering with family is the happiest thing, sharing stories, arguing small, teasing each other that eventually makes a laugh together.

Tighten the soul and temporarily break down the heavy load on the shoulder.

This is a positive energy recharge for ammunition, facing the strange world to just survive.

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"Bigdickk...!!"

"Where are we?!"

Two hands in front of my face.

It blocked my view watching my favorite cartoon show, on the 21-inch square screen in front of me.

"Hiss, this is a kid! "

"So I'm watching you again."

As I clapped the twins, I meant to get rid of those who were blocking my preoccupation.

Watching the elemental boy, there is the power of wind, water and fire, with a characteristic thorny hat and a robot named ochobot.

"Sister, for the money first yes, I'm the same brother would like to snack." whine the number three

"Ishh, ntar used to napa the nanggung this ahh, most of the wallet Brother is in the room".

" Yaudah Abang take," "

number two tau-tau maen just walked into my room.

They're my twin boys, now they're in 9th grade.

Farhan and Fardan name, different five minutes aja said Ummi.

They are sometimes annoying, unreliable, like to fuss over little things, are boys really like that?

But I love them, and wish they could go to high school, not like me.

My father was a landlocked worker and was often sick these days, while ummi helped our economy by taking orders for cakes and rice boxes.

I am the first child in this simple family, in this minimalist house I and my sisters were raised.

We were born in the city of father and ummi grew up together.

After my grandfather passed away, my family moved to this city.

Buying a house with inheritance from a grandfather who sold his house.

Which then distributed all the children of grandfather, namely brothers and sisters of the father.

My father, his name is Abdul Rojak

my role model, my pride.

Aceh_arab.

He's where I ask, where I argue too.

When can I make her happy?

I know what he wants, I just hope God will grant him right away.

Ummi Ku, named Khodijah commonly called bu Colored by his subscription, or mother of the twins.

Sometimes it's called a donut or a pastel.

Good at cooking, making any cake delicious.

I always miss his cooking.

Hugs him when I confide in anything, there is nothing I cover if the same Ummi.

All I'm telling you about, except the harassment of me in the factory, because I don't want to see the worried ummi that finally forbids me from working.

He, I'll be banned from working, like our chat this afternoon in the kitchen.

"Sister, "

Ummi called me who was seriously stirring nutrijell in the pot, plan to make pudding for tomorrow I take it to kosan.

"Yes Mi, why?"

I turned my head and smiled with a hand that kept stirring the nearly boiling liquid.

"Would you not quit your job, rather than go home infrequently?"

ummi said in a soft but soft tone.

I turned off the stove, and started pouring the jelly dough into the mold, when I finished, I approached Ummi, who was standing in front of the kitchen door.

"Why Mi?"

"Kan Sis wants to help make money so that the twins can go to high school, "

I gripped her hand tightly.

I know his unrest, seen from the look of his grim face and his sad gaze.

"Find another job, which is perfect so you can go home every day Brother,"

clearly with the mimic of worry that is terurat clear in its appearance.

Eliciting some wrinkles but still clearly visible if Ummi Ku is still young it includes village flowers.

I couldn't help but smile I imagined, his youth is always pursued by young people including Dad.

Until they decided to get married at a young age.

Ummi is 19 years old, and dad is 23.

"Getting started, Ummi mah nyari work is hard."

I took her to sit on the carpet, in the living room, which was also the television room plus the living room.

"So, I'm tired of Mi if I have to bed here and there again" I refute

" Yes, my sister, how are you waiting in Lamar?"

Ummi said it while looking at me with his smile.

Jeggerr...!!

(Lhoo. lhoo).

(What is this, why is the discussion suddenly here anyway?)

"A..a.... what the hell is Mi, why so talk ginian si?" I was wrong to pretend to fix the hijab.

" Sister is not the backbone, do not think too much of us, your sisters are the responsibility of Ummi and Father.

Now it's time for you to think about the future."

Ummi again seduced me, rubbing both my hands.

(What is Ummi, who wants to try?

Got a bustle too, who has a crush on the lot.

But no one is sane.)

"Yes, this is my dear Ummi.

If there will be someone who asks for Brother and Father alike Ummi agrees, Brother will stop working how? "

my Nego by putting on the face of puppy eyes, he means not to be extended again this discussion is the same Ummi.

(Originally, I said, so be it.

In the near future, no one will be sleeping either.

I still want to make my own money.)

"Yes, I promise you,!"

"Whoever it is, you cannot refuse,! "

emphatically ummi challenged my seriousness by squinting her round eyes into a narrow.

"Yes, Mi, I've given everything to Dad the same Ummi."

"Because the choice of the parents is the best and will not be wrong,"

I said again with a smile, hoping the discussion was finished here.

" Yes have a bath there daft magrib, virgins can not bathe kesorean,"

"Later tonight help Ummi to print risol yes, make the dinner tomorrow, early in the morning."

ummi said while pushing me to stand up immediately.

"Yes yes, ready boss! "

answer me with a glance, then move to the room before I have to hit the remote tipi.

The sun has already revealed its warm rays.

The five of us just finished struggling in the kitchen helping Ummi finish the cake order.

The twins were only in the task of putting the cakes into small boxes.

"Alhamdulillah it's over, Dad ahead ya."

"You straighten your feet first. "pamit dad to us while getting out of the kitchen.

" Sister makes milk coffee Well?"

"Later Anterin's sister to the porch,"

I was greeted by a thumbs up by my father.

After making coffee I immediately deliver it to the terrace.

I saw Dad wiping his bike body.

"Well, let's coffee first... ! "

Call me while putting down the coffee and some of the wet cakes we made, there happens to be the rest.

I put it on top of the bale.

"Love, Daddy's son who is more and more botoh (cakep),"

my father's claws while shuffling the end of my veil.

"Dad kangen coffee milk made by Brother,$ "Now can not fumigate every day, wait for the botoh his father came home first new dehgerasain delicious coffee,"

Dad teased me while walking up the tip of my nose.

"Daddy, there will be Ummi who make the same time Well, "

I answered while feeding the omelette roll into my mouth.

"Soak it feels, if you make it,"

father said as he sipped his coffee.

"What's different from the Dad, it's instant coffee who also makes, it tastes the same, "

"Dad, there's nothing, man,"

I said as I shook my head slowly and smiled slightly.

"Beda dong Kak, kalo who made the son of the father botoh, it feels so more sueddeeppp, the more savory, "

father's claws while laughing crisply.

"Ayaaahhh, ntar Big brother fly nihh, "

"Haha...! "

And we laughed together.

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Gaspol again dong like his Sister-Sister allaa....