The Tomboy's

Fiza: Happy Is Simple

I arrived at home along with Adzan Magrib who reverberated. Bokap welcomed me with a face of sumringah.

"Pie want to welcome Gawene? Smoothly?"

(Where was his job? Smoothly?)

Subhanallah. Finally after many years of life twinkle in my eyes faded, finally today the twinkle was re-emitting.

I'm so late to realize it, man! It turns out that what Arbani wants is for me to work properly. If I knew all this how to make my bokap happy, yesterday while busking I wear a suit. Huuu. Although I have to lie to my bokap, as long as the bokap is happy, I am willing to do anything. The important thing is not to sell the body.

"Alhamdulillah.. smoothly, sir!"

I try to relax my heart. So that my bokap yearya work smoothly even though in the depths of my heart, I feel uncomfortable with the treatment of Aksa.

Thankfully, I stopped by to buy a side dish. So I don't have to bother cooking. After washing my hands, I immediately prepared the food at the dinner table.

"Sir, dhahar rumiyin!"

(Save a meal!)

"Yes, Nduk!"

(Yes, son) My bokap replied excitedly, unlike the usual days that respond to the invitation to eat with silence.

When I eat, I am very happy. Our usually solemn and quiet dining event, now become crowded with my bokeh about Pakdhe Harsono and budhe Harsono.

Then a story flows.

"Biyen, your mother's daughter is a family member, Mr. Harsono.........."

(Your mother was the son of Harsono's family aide.).

Let me just translate the story from my book.

I used to think that I was the son of his family's maid Pakdhe Harsono.

While pakdhe Harsono, budhe Harsono, and my bokap are three friends. Bokap I often study together with Pakdhe Harsono. When studying together, I met with my nyokap. At that time I was asked for help by his mother aka my grandmother to serve drinks and food for his friends Pakdhe Harsono.

Since that incident, the trio has turned into a force. Nyokap me who happens to be the same age but different schools turned out to be very easy to blend with the trio Harsono - Bani - Fitria.

Out of the two couples was born Aksa, me, and Yuna. The friendship they make is eternal. Budhe Harsono and nyokap I promised to make a reservation. While Pakdhe Harsono and my bokap promised to help each other when each of them had difficulties. Unfortunately I feel prestige to ask for help Pakdhe Harsono when our kiosk suffered a disaster.

Bokap I am also already inferior to his best friend's business that is advancing rapidly. Finally I accidentally broke contact with Pakdhe Harsono. Because Pakdhe Harsono was too busy, he did not have time to visit my bokap. But that was clear for several years, precisely after the Klewer market burned. Pakdhe Harsono looking - find my bokap.

I and Bokap did move house anyway. At that time my batik kiosk was successful. Bokap can finally buy a house that is more worthy than the old house. Moreover, bokap do not want to be too late in the sadness of an old house full of memories of my late home. It was in this house that I and I started our new life. Bokap is a batik trader in Klewer market, and I am a teenager who is studying at one of the public universities in Solo Faculty of Literature and History majoring in Java Language. The next story knows, yes, I told it yesterday. That part was very painful for me. That's why I just skipped.

My memories revolve back in my brain. Maybe Budhe Harsono was a mourner who cried loudly at my nyokap funeral. I forgot - forgot to remember. At that time, I was also in 4th grade. Pantesan budhe Harsono knew that I was a girl. I look more like a boy than a girl, man!

Okay, that's the curcol. I don't want to send - meme. Let the past pass, we must be prepared for the future. Okay fine!

After eating, I cleaned the table. The plan after eating, I want a few houses, then go out for a while to shop at the end of the road to cook breakfast tomorrow.

Said the old man, clean - clean house at night is not good. But how else, I go to work early in the morning. Home Magrib. Automatic, I just had time to sweep, mop, wash, and iron after work. If you want to find an assistant also can't, Sob. I don't know how much my salary is.

"Kowe arep ngopo, Nduk?"

(What do you want, son?) reprimand my bokap, when I see I take a broom.

"Badhe nyapu's horn, sir."

(I'm going to sweep, sir.)

"Ra sah mbok saponi. Want to wes not resiki. Nek mung risk - risk omah I yo is willing."

(No need to sweep. This is where I cleaned. If only clean - clean house I can still)

My heart feels warm. I'm going through a big change just because I see I'm working right now. A single tear escaped the corner of my eye.

If by working in a place where Pakde Harsono can make my bokap happy, I promise to keep my happiness forever. Although Aksa hates me so much. I'm sincerely born, Sob. For the sake of my bokap.

Because the task of sweeping and mopping has been handled by the bokap, it means I can immediately wash. But again - again I was surprised because the dirty laundry basket was filled with only a few clothes. Where are the others?

"Sir, agemanipun Bapak ingkang badhe dikirah pundi?"

(Sir, which clothes do you want to wash?)

"Kowe arep ngumbahi po? Ora legitimate. Wae tak kumbahke. Kowe must be sprained. Wes ngaso wae!"

(You want to be holy, right? No need. Let me wash it tomorrow. You must be tired. Just take a break!)

Once again I was moved by my father. Because I can't stand the tightness in my chest, rush me into the room.

In my room, I was amazed again. On my bed, already piled clean clothes that have been washed and ironed neatly. Including my bra and cd. I was successfully made to cry by a bokap. My feelings are touched man.

My happiness is simple.

Tbc