The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 126 Grandpa's Garden

Mas Raka stopped his motorcycle in front of the fence of his house. Coincidentally grandfather and grandmother were sitting on the terrace, in front of him there were 2 cups of coffee and a plate of fried cassava. Seeing us they both immediately smiled.

" There she is her bride-to-be coming ! " summa shouted at us.

I got both of them and then I sat on the bench in front of them. Mas Raka went straight in but I refused to follow him. Not good because there are grandfathers and grandmothers when I just cheated.

" It's fried cassava, you took it in the back garden" said the grandfather offering me while pointing at the fried cassava which seemed to be still warm.

" Thank you, baby, later" I replied subtly.

" If you want to be boiled using palm sugar there is still inside, his father Raka just made it earlier." Grandpa offered again.

" Yes later, I'll taste this one first." Finally I also kucomot fried cassava without further ado.

Grandma and grandfather were busy chatting, I listened occasionally chiming in. A few minutes later Raka came out.

" Excuse me Kek, I go inside first" I said as I left because mas Raka told me to come in.

" We go to the room ! " take him with my hand.

" It's not good, there's a father in the living room." I refused the invitation to Raka mas and chose to sit in the living room.

How not, if you want to go to his room must pass through the middle room. While there was his father who was watching television, of course I did not feel good.

" O salaman aja then say all Ashar prayers," said mas Raka finally.

" Oh yes, the feeling was praying at home, hehe."

I just remembered that I had not been able to pray because the road time here fit azan reverberate. I also followed Raka into the middle room. He looked up and smiled when he found out I was.

" Eh Miss Aira, how did the list go smoothly, right ? " ask him while enjoying fried cassava as well.

" Current sir," I replied as I reached out to greet him.

" This is a boiled cassava with brown sugar, his name is a bastard, "he continued to offer me.

" Later out of prayer, sir." I also asked for permission to go back.

While I wudhu mas Raka took a mukena in her mother's room. By the time I got into his room he had prepared the following to roll out his alphabet.

" Mas Raka do not pray all ? " just ask when he's going out of the room.

" It was time you talked to Grandpa on the porch earlier," he explained and went out and closed the door.

Kulipat mukena after praying, mas Raka entered. I'll give her a face.

" Put it there first" she said and laid her body on the bed.

I put Mukena on the table, then I sat on the edge of the bed. Mas Raka pulled me into his arms. I can't dodge because the hold is so strong. He kissed my face for so long, even touching my body.

" Don't do it, my elak. I kept reminding him, but he didn't seem to hear me. He still rules me. Until finally, tok tok !

" Mr Aira, this is the bastard cassava. He said he wanted ! " said Winda from outside the room while knocking on the door.

" Oh yes for a moment, this just finished folding the face," chirped me origin while fixing my clothes and the messy hijab.

" Huuh just disturb," grumbled mas Raka while opening the door of his room. I breathe a sigh of relief.

" This is Ma'am, said the father earlier mbak Aira kepingin. " Winda thrust out a small bowl of scoundrels, which is cassava boiled with brown sugar. Serem yes his name, hihihi .

This is my favorite food, but the feeling was I just said 'later sir' . Why did you tell Vinda that I wanted to. That must have been some sense to get me out of the room. Maybe he was worried we were getting slammed. I'm grateful for this.

" Thank you, Willa, let Aira eat out, "my heart said, bringing the bowl out of the room.

" On the terrace ! " take Raka walking behind me.

Grandpa and Grandma entered. I'm just the two of you with Raka.

I had never seen his grandfather's garden, so I was curious to go there. You see, Raka often brings fruits that are said to be the results of his own garden.

" Want to, but in the garden many mosquitoes. Especially this afternoon," he explained.

" No problem, my clothes are tight from head to toe, hehe." I still want to go there.

" Yes, come on ! " Mas Raka stood up and took my hand.

Just a few steps saw Harti just returned from the market. " Oh you Miss Aira, where are you going ? " reprove it to us.

" Want to look at the garden, Buk," I blushed.

" Aira was curious about any fruit tree, because in its place there was no. The village is crowded house, hahaha ! " kelakar mas Raka .

We walked to the back of the house. There was a tiny little building, and beside it was a long tree.

" What building is this so small, Mas ?" kepo many.

Mas Raka said, '" Oh this used to be occupied by a family, but has moved. Now just make a barn, but the back one makes a chicken coop like grandpa." I'm nodding.

About 2 meters from the tree there is the home of his uncle, his brother father. Just behind it again stretches a garden that I think is not too broad as well., about the size of 10 x 25 meters.

But there are several types of trees such as cassava, banana, coconut, soursop, rambutan and some vegetable plants. At the very end was a bamboo tree, bordered by small kali. Maybe it used to be a very large garden and then partly made a house.

" Just this time I saw a orchard in my own area. Usually just look in another city or in tivi. In my place where there is, the rice field has been made a settlement. Not a few trees, not one of them. Most of them are ornamental plants, hehe."

" Yes too, even though this place also entered the city area. I don't know why there are so many empty gardens. Most residents also have a yard that has fruit trees," said Mas Raka.

" Maybe because the location is declining, not visible from the city center. From the gate to here the road will continue to decline, so maybe people used to be reluctant to buy land in this place." I guessed too.

" It could also be, because now who occupy this village on average are not the natives of this city, but from Sleman Jogjakarta. Most relatives of my mother. It could be that they wandered and bought land here that is still a plantation." Mas Raka also told me.

" Maybe because it has not been touched so the price of the land is cheap. That's why some of the residents of the house and the land is wide." I chimed again.

" Yuk ah, it's almost Magrib. I'll take you home, yes" raka chirped then. Hurry up and we'll go back home. It turns out to feel far too, the distance from the garden to the front of the house can be up to 30 meters.

" I said inside first Mas," I said as he turned on his motorbike. After saying goodbye and shaking hands with everything I came out and immediately piggybacked Raka mas.

Arrive at Azan Magrib's house. " I go straight home, yes, tomorrow work again, "he said.

" Yes, be careful ! " message. Mas Raka immediately turned around and sped away.

In the evening, after praying and dinner I threw my body on the sofa while watching my favorite soap opera Nia and mother. But I don't focus on watching, just hitchhiking while playing hape.

" So I signed up at KUA and went where Ra was, he said to the stall but I went home alone." Sister Nia asked me.

" So invited to the same house mas Raka, continued to look at his grandfather's garden. Wuiih, it turns out that there are many fruit trees. Which is often brought Raka mas is indeed the result of the garden." I'm telling.

" If there are still many gardens. It used to be very rare to buy land there, because the location is below, near the river again. Although still a city area but not much interest. Only after there were immigrants from outside the city who opened the land there, finally the land around him was sold. But cheap too, not as expensive as in our place or another." Mother also told me.

" Said mas Raka, most of the land there that has relatives Harti. Only a few of the original citizens, including his grandfather who was from childhood lived there."

" It's true, the same mother once contracted there when Rina was a baby. The population is still small, around only the gardens. It is dark because of the distance from home to home. It wasn't until a year later that we moved." Mom remembers the past.

" Have you ordered Ra's invitation ? " tanya mbak Nia diverted the conversation.

" No, I just signed up" I said without looking, because I focused on the phone.

" Splash the message, can't make an invitation." He reminded me.

" Yes yes, tomorrow I say the same mas Raka wants a message when. You see, the permission did not enter the work.

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