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episode 3 #MBAH DARMO'S HOUSE

The sun is still scorching stinging the skin that faithfully accompanies the pace of the matic motor we drive. It took me fifteen minutes to get to my old hostel.

Before returning to the boarding house I invite Rini to stop by the Pancasila mosque campus mosque which is cool if we enter it to perform dhuhur prayer first. Because my room is a little narrow.

"We pray first yes, if the prayer at the boarding house is afraid you are not comfortable" I said after Rini parked the bike.

"Ready" replied Rini while removing the helmet that was still attached to her head. We walked to the Pancasila Mosque.

After the prayer, Rini and I set out for my old boarding house Darmo's small and simple house. The house is located not far from Pancasila field, densely populated and flattened environment there old buildings like buildings with strong foundations painted black and white in the Dutch era colonized this country. The entrance to this house is a narrow alley that only fit through one motorbike.

Actually, my old boarding house is located not too far from my campus, a tiny house owned by Mbah Darmo that still has a sibling relationship with Olif my boarding friends.

Rini parked her bike and walked in my steps

"Assalamu 'alaikum" I opened the front door of Mbah Darmo's house and invited Rini into my room.

There is no authorization from inside the house it seems that the occupants are doing all activities outside the house.

"Sit down first I'll get you some water, right? " talk me while putting the backpack that always accompany me when I go to college.

"Resek lo, sok sok an, if I ask to drink juice is there? " the chandelier with its death glance was aimed at me

"He he he... There are but you have to buy it first" I said

"Before a while" I left Rini alone in the room while I went to the kitchen to fetch water as a treat for Rini.

"This is a drink" I put a glass of water for him to rest first and then we pack the goods.

"Olif where? Didn't I see him at college? Ask Rini

" So this morning he said he had finished the general stadium he was allowed to go home, wanted to tell his father if starting this semester he wanted to go home, just from his home, so it's possible that tonight he's not here" I replied

"Oh... Fa how's the story you can cost here?"

"Yes at the beginning of the registration I had time to find the boarding but his name does not know people, rather doubtful as well, do not know where the boarding is safe environment" I explained

"Olif invited me to nemenin he lived in this house, his brother's house, brother far away the same Olif" I continued "but it looks like she wants to go back to her house again for some reason or what I don't know."

For a moment we took a break and the heat that we had felt throughout the journey looking for a hostel by laying down the back on a cotton mattress measuring one hundred and twenty centi meters by two hundred centi.

After the fatigue disappeared, while talking I began to arrange one by one clothes in the bag, and tidying knickknacks and also books I have into the cardboard that I had bought at the grocery store.

"Fa transfer tomorrow only yes, quite waist, let gout ga relapse" while showing the row of white teeth rini give advice.

"Yes, I also want to say goodbye to this family first, also call my mother's father the report of the survey results looking for the boarding" I answered confirming Rini's proposal.

"Thank you, Rin, you want to help me and don't get tired of me repotin ya"

"Ready, calm down whenever you need as long as I can in shaa Allah I am ready to help you" while preparing to wear a helmet "yes I go home first, assalamu 'alaikum" while raising the chest symbol hand.

"wa'alaikum salam, heart in the way "a wave of my hand gave off the departure of Rini

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A simple house that is small but looks quite beautiful from the outside, belongs to a widowed grandmother. Mbah Darmo. The house which had 3 small bedrooms measuring two and a half meters by three meters included the room I was staying with Olif, one simple bathroom living room as well as a gallery room and kitchen next to my bedroom. There is a pair of chairs and an old model guest table that is quite outdated. The TV tube on the nightstand is located between my room and Om Tries's room second son Mbah Darmo.

Mbah Darmo is a tough single parent woman in her nearly seventies, but still looks nimble at her twilight. The road was still upright, only his teeth were many toothless living two seeds on the front side. Which sometimes looks funny when he eats something that is rather large and intact like kimpul (lazy) or meatballs.

Mbah Darmo has a son and a daughter who is very mature, I call him Bulik Paddy and Om Tries. Bulik Pammi a widow because her husband died and now her activities sell rumpeyek nuts that she made herself.

While Om Tries he is an artist more precisely a painter but he does not have his own gallery so that the living room of the house Mbah Darmo became a privacy room Om Tries to pour his ideas into a beautiful work painting. There are many lines of paintings from natural types such as natural scenery, beaches, and beaches, the mountains of rice fields and also the painting of a mother and child sitting on the terrace of a rickety house with a background of many junkyards around the house, all look beautiful in my eyes. There are also abstract paintings that I do not understand what the image is, like a bird's tail but not clearly the head, I don't know but still interesting if viewed. I am an admirer of beauty because I also like to paint or draw.

"Good and really talented he pours ideas and his fingers are very flexible dancing on the canvas." My inner

All I know almost every night seems like this Om Tries rarely sleeps, maybe because it is looking for inspiration.

The puff of smoke from his mouth because of smoking cigarettes I often see when I wake up in the third night to carry out my religious rituals of tahajud prayer.

In addition, the pungent smell of cigarette smoke actually disturbs my nose which is very sensitive to unpleasant odors. But what can I do, for a while I'm trying to survive here.

"Om, are you awake? " my question was when I went out to the bathroom this morning.

"Well, Dik, even durung turu" (not yet asleep) explained Om Tries while flicking the cigarette butts from between his fingers, and his mouth continues to emit smoke.

"Oh njih Om, why is boten sleepy to Om? " (oh yes, Om, what's up to Om?) let me eliminate the awkwardness between the two of us.

"Haha... Usual ngalong iki Dik, nek bengi ga iso turu but dadi bengi ku cloud" (Obias ngalong/ga sleep this Dik, dik, if night can't sleep but day is my night) Om Tries replied laughing

"Oh njih Om, derek langkung njih badhe ten bathroom" (oh yes Om, excuse me to go to the bathroom first) my saying.

Om Tries just nodded. From the look in his eyes it seems like Om Tries is looking for inspiration for his paintings.

That is the daily activity of Tries.

I finished cleaning my body I tuned the practice of sunnah solat tahajud. While Olif was still fast asleep in the narrow bed we occupied. Just before dawn, he woke up to perform the morning prayer alternately with me because the place was not fit to perform congregational prayer.

to be continue....