TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

Banana Kolak

This afternoon at home.

Zagi and I were helping my father tidy up some plants in the front yard. My mom is in the kitchen. Nadira in the backyard was picking a dried up and ready-to-fry king of the sun banana into a Dompoh banana. While Safira, this afternoon his friend invited him to study together.

I don't know if they really learned, or as Nadira said they were dating. But ... It seems that the one who picked him up was not Randy, because the man had just walked into the kitchen and had a taste for Mama's.

Hmm... Could it be that Safira had changed her choice after last night's conversation?

However Safira was the first sister, she was already a teenager. Puberty may be happening now. Of course still with the stability of his behavior.

And I, as his brother, was definitely part of my duty to look after him.

"Accoland ...." The soft voice of a woman suddenly sounded from the front of the courtyard of the house.

The three of us looked at him.

"Waalaikumsalam ..." we answered in unison.

"Son Cindai?" Zagi immediately approached her, grabbed her and kissed her hand.

It turned out that Cindai was coming. A tight-fitting row in his left hand.

He walked over to me, kissed my hand and kissed my father.

"Where are you, son?" ask dad to her.

"From home, Uncle. Mother asked me to bring a banana compote here" Cindai replied.

"Oh .. Is walking?" ask dad again.

"Yes, it's close. All afternoon sports. Mak Ama is it?" Cindai asked Mamak. Mak Ama is the nickname of Mamak in this village. His full name is Rahma.

"There's in the kitchen, come in."

Zagi seemed excited to know Cindai came carrying a banana compote. "Let's take my brother inside" he exclaimed.

Oh, my goodness .. He didn't greet me. Just as he was about to walk into the house, my evil idea came back. Angry him!

"When was the banana made from the banana that hit my leg?" I said without looking at him. Deliberately pretending to hold the plant in front of me.

As expected, my plan worked. Cindai looked over with a look of annoyance.

"Yes, but take it easy this compote still tastes sweet, not sour like the taste of your legs," he said ketus.

Not even I replied, he has already passed into the house.

Hmm. .. He is not the old Scan. Cindai is innocent, who can only whine when I bully.

Now he can fight me. Sadist ....

***

He's been in the house for a few tens of minutes, but he's never been out. It felt like coming inside, but I paused.

Dad has gone inside, and probably already enjoyed the banana compote. But I can't keep it outside, it feels like my hands are already sultry to be washed immediately.

I chose to rotate through the side road leading to the backyard. There's a water tap in there. However, my steps came to a halt right on the last side of the house. Immediately I close my body to the wall of the house, advancing my face like I was eavesdropping.

Not just like, but I was actually eavesdropping. Cindai and Nadira were there, picking the dried bananas they were talking about. Not .... not just talking but they berghibah.

Gave me to be exact.

"Your gate came in what order was Nadira?"

"We didn't know because I don't usually come home, especially not a holiday like this. But we finally found out, brother just broke up."

"Second love?"

"Yes, Bang Fadil has a girlfriend in town. Naura's name, very pretty like an artist. Look at this, Nadira has a picture of him. This is Nadira taken from WA Bang Fadil's profile photo." Nadira said while showing the photos in his hape.

"True, that's so pretty of your brother's girlfriend. But ... Why break up? Your brother must be very sad to lose such a beautiful woman." There was a look of concern on Cindai's face. I don't know if she's really concerned or if she's laughing at me in her heart.

"Said Brother, his parents have a request that cannot be fulfilled by brother. Hmm .. for wedding costs."

"Why didn't your brother fulfill it? When love really is supposed to fight."

"Abang does not want to force themselves if they are not able to. Maybe it's not a soul mate anyway."

"That means your brother wasn't a man who meant it?"

"No, it's not that. Bang Fadil is a kind, loving and very responsible person."

"Darryer? Pembully yes."

"What, pembully?"

"Your gate ...."

My intention to extend my ears even makes me nudge the trash can that is there.

Teng klentong's ....

Not even Cindai finished his words, the sound of the falling barrel even made them shocked and turned away.

"Who's there?" ask them in unison.

I panicked trying to calm down. Yeah, let's just say the one who dropped the barrel was a cat. That's a good idea.

"Kuuucciiiiiiiiiinnnggg ..." My murmur mimicked the sound style of a cat.

"Ohh .. cats." Cindai and Nadira said simultaneously while breathing a sigh of relief.

But ... a moment after Scan woke up. He immediately ran towards the fall of the garbage can.

"Where are you going?" shouting Nadira.

And of course, just before Cindai got there I had already hidden behind the lush banana trees beside the house hoping that Cindai would not find me here.

Arriving at the trash can area Cindai looked to and fro, but because nothing was found, Scan just fixed the position of the barrel and returned to Nadira's place.

"So Brother wanted to see who was there" Cindai said upon his return.

"Lha, it was clear it was a cat, brother."

"Aren't you Nadira, where's the cat that cat? The cat can only meow."

"God ... Really do. But there's no one, right, brother?"

"Yes, it's strange that there's no one there."

"Don't be a ghost, brother."

"ghosts? Where are these afternoon ghosts? But ... Brother is getting creepy too."

"Come, let's go in, brother."

Shortly after, the two women entered the kitchen.

I'll be out of my hiding place. It was quite torturous also in the grove of the banana tree, the bite of mosquitoes and ants made my legs and hands bent.

Not wearing for long, I immediately stepped my feet into the house, of course by passing the front door so they do not suspect.

At the dining table, they all sat down to enjoy a banana compote while joking. My presence also made them turn away.

"Fadil, where have you been? Cut out the banana made by Scan is almost done." Mamak said while pointing towards the bushel containing banana compote.

"Annu ... Maks. That's .. anu ..." I stammered.

"That's anu, that's anu what the hell?"

"Yes, geez. Zagi get your brother wasp oil in Mamak's room."

The ordered Zagi immediately ran to Mamak's room and returned with wasp oil. As for me, now sit at the dinner table. Taking place in front of Scan.

Scan secretly glanced at me who was pouring the wasp oil into the hands and feet.

But .... not just a glance, he now commented.

"Her brother was so fond of taking care of the plants until bitten by ants and mosquitoes as much as it was not felt."

I'm staring. A look of satisfaction emanated from the twinkle of his eyes. Looks like .. he meant to poke me. Could it be that Cindai is suspecting me?

"Bang ... know ndak? Behind our house there's a ghost." Nadira suddenly chatted.

"ghosts? How come?" I pretend.

"There's a cat can talk."

"Talk? Likewhat?"

I still pretended not to know when Mamak had delivered a bowl of banana compote in front of me.

Banana kolak does look so tempting, the aroma is also exciting.

But the truth is, I can't really enjoy it, because every mouthful I make just to cover up my misbehavior.

Moreover ... after Scan took over the chat.

"Cat can't talk, and there's definitely no ghost. There are only people who are idle and lack of work," he murmured as he glanced at me.

"What is the lack of work with people who are grateful?" I looked at him sharply.

Got a look like that Cindai did not immediately fall. Perhaps advancing undaunted was already his principle. Although I actually know, she's embarrassed now that I know she's been talking about me secretly.

"It's better than eavesdropping, then pretending to be a cat" he said.

The natureak! This girl already knows I'm eavesdropping. Wet bitch, we've both exposed each other's disgrace.

Realizing the quiet atmosphere, Cindai and I both turned to the other side, where father, mother, Nadira and Zagi sat at the table.

Oh my God, what happened to them? Silence with a gaping mouth.

Staring at me and Scan who are feuding.

***

The episode of the feud at the dinner table has ended. Now Cindai has challenged him and wants to go home. Don't forget to say goodbye to mom and dad.

"Fadil, please take Cindai home," Mamak said shortly after Cindai kissed her hand.

"What's? He came here himself. Why should I send it now?" grumbling.

"Come on Fadil, Cassian Scan if you walk again. He has brought us a delicious compote. You spent a lot of it." Mama said again, half forcing me.

Yeah, I did spend a lot of that banana compote. It's delicious, but I don't enjoy it very much.

Because in my shadow, chewing the banana compote was like chewing on Cindai's sassy lips.

Sweet but slicing lips.

"Fade!" This time the tone of Mamak's voice was not only pushy but commanding.

Huffhh....

"Yes, Mom. Aye." Yeah." I got up from my seat.

"No need to be Mom. Let Cindai walk away." Cindai says.

"No, Son. Let Fadil take you."

Cindai could not refuse Mamak. We both walked out of the house.

Wearing dad's bike, this is the second time I've hugged him on the same day.

My bike stopped in front of his house. Cindai came down, looked at me for a moment, then said, "Let's still."

"Aren't you offering me to stop by?"

"For what?"

"To continue our dialogue."

"Dialogue or quarrel? The cat?"

"But apparently you're secretly finding out about me, right?"

"It's not so .. I'm just ...."

Not long after Cindai said, a middle-aged woman who was Cindai's mother and a man came out from inside her house. They were a bit caught approaching us.

"Cinda ... Cindai ...," said Cindai's mother.

As soon as we both looked.

"Mother .. What is it?" ask Cindai to her mother.

"This is Mr. Bagas. He came looking for you. Her son, Dita is sick, asking to see you."

"Ufus? Does he hurt, sir?"

"His body is hot, but he insists on seeing Master Cindai. So I decided to come here to pick Mom up to our house." The man named Bagas explained.

"alright, Sir. Let's go to Father's house."

To be honest I was confused, Scan this teacher is not a doctor. But why should Cindai be picked up by the father whose son is sick?

Curiosity forced me to pull Cindai's arm as he was about to move towards Pak Bagas' motorbike.

"Just go get it here. I'll drive you."

Cindai looked at me questioningly, only I answered with a nod of the head.

"Sir, go first. Later I follow." I shouted to Mr. Bagas.

Scan as if unable to evade. He followed my door. Now he is in my arms.

"Hey ... Who are you?" Cindai's mother pointed at me who was carrying her daughter.

"Fadil, Mom. Mak Ama's son," I replied as I plugged in the gas carrying my motor.

At first glance I heard Cindai's mother repeat my name, momentarily wrinkled her forehead then smiled while shouting "Be careful!"

The gas motor I kept turning followed the direction of the trip guided by Mr. Bagas. Journey to find out the veiled mystery of the girl who was piggybacking behind me.

Of course, my intention to find out why Mamak admired him was not complete.

First of all, she is good at cooking. Proven from his delicious homemade banana compote. But ...it's still not enough to prove he's worthy of admiration.

Do you often give gifts to children? Everyone could have done that. Not something difficult.

Why did the sick boy ask to see him? Does Cindai have any other skills? Treating the sick?

Oh ... no! Is Cindai some kind of village shaman???

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