What's Up With Street Kids
Family dinner
The clock's needles kept clinking, the crickets' voices kept getting unpretentious, the breeze of the night stroked gently on each side of my body, and the incandescent of urban lights on the north dyed the darkness of the night beautifully. Still Harum still did not show any signs of his return. It's not the first time he's coming home on the clock time he's showing a 7 like tonight, it's just that my stomach is so hungry and won't be able to eat before my sister Harum comes home.
Thinking about it just makes me hungrier. Therefore I try to refocus on my work while occasionally drinking my mother's warm chocolate. This is a wonderful blend of working on the balcony and a warm cup of chocolate. Work becomes something fun.
While busy struggling with a laptop, I took the phone to just remove the fatigue in the eyes and fingers. I opened the instagram app to just see the latest posts, as well as re-view the new posts a few days ago I sent through my social media account. A portrait of the cake that says “Met Milad! Aksa Sastra Pujangga”. The cake was given by my office friends right on my birthday. At that time it was very unexpected to get a surprise from office friends, considering I was not a top official at the company, nor was it too often the center of attention. But I finally realized, I was friends with the person who was the most center of attention in this office, who else if not Bayu, must have planned all that.
“Home sweet home, a soothing greenhouse from all the hustle and bustle of the world outside”, intercom sound broke my daydreams against mobile phones.
It must be fragrant home, my inner.
I immediately wrapped a leather jacket, and a branded hat that was purchased during the holidays last year. I opened the door and closed it again, while going down the stairs because my stomach was hungry.
In the living room, my father, mother, and sister were waiting to leave for dinner.
“We go now?” muttered.
“Tomorrow! I'm hungry, very long awaited,” reply my sister.
“Yee you last, from earlier stay wait you tuh.” I don't want to lose.
Dad immediately broke up and went straight out of the house after spending a cup of warm coffee made by the mother earlier, followed by the Harum who had been holding the stomach because of hunger like it and lastly I went out with my mother while making sure the door was locked tightly.
Our car is actually not too luxurious, just like a family car in general. But again it is green with a soft grey inside seat. The vehicle model hits indeed, because all the accessories of this car are taken over and arranged by Harum. He has his own taste. Me, dad, and mom have no problem with that, at least in this family never limits potential and creativity.
After all was ready to leave, my father immediately drove this car to our usual dinner location. Along the way there is no important discussion, talk only about the routine of each, from the father who in his office is now making a fuss honorary teachers ask for certification and promotion, respectively, Fragrance is increasingly saturated with assignments, papers, articles, revisions, and lecturers who make it unable to enjoy college properly. Likewise with me, lately the leaders are increasingly suddenly in giving tasks without any prior coordination or guidance, he said, there is news that says the company's superiors are making a fuss about the shares and investments of one of the corporations. Only the mother seems to be fine in her routine, perhaps by the end of this school year the students already know that now is not the time to play around as the Semester Final Examination is almost here.
Dad also began to lower the speed of the car because on the left it was clearly visible iron board that read “Teras Kitchen”. The car enters the yard that has been filled with other motorized vehicles, both two-wheeled and four-wheeled. It seems that everyone today is exhausted, so choose a more practical dinner here.
After everyone got out of the car, we were immediately greeted by a waitress complete with the restaurant uniform. Red shirts and shiny black sponge pants complete with hats with this restaurant logo.
“Eat here or take home?” ask waiter.
“Where? Want to eat here or we eat at home?” ask dad.
“Udah deh, eat here aja well. We have also been down all this, besides I have a very laper,” lamented Harum.
“So you mean, if we eat it brought home was enough father aja mesen that?” satirical father.
“Ngapain daddy mesen, bang Aksa dong who mesen should. Isn't it bang?” while poking my arm.
“Iyaa I mesen myself, but have you not brother pesen” reply me.
“Yee, so evil you are so cute lo this,” he replied while advancing the lips.
Immediately I pinched his lips in the monstrosities, resulting in a scream and a crushing blow on my shoulder.
Fights between brothers often occur between us. Even because of trivial things such as deciding to eat with wrapped or eating on the spot.
But fortunately, this fight was soon stopped by the mother by taking the decision to eat on the spot in anticipation that no longer need to wash or prepare cutlery at home. In addition, by eating in a place of course we can immediately rest when we get home.
The restaurant is quite big. Many family-type restaurants have long and round tables, consisting of two floors. Especially the upper floor is lesehan and the lower floor is dining using tables and chairs. Regarding the menu at this restaurant is quite diverse and varied, and the price is not too expensive, comparable to the atmosphere presented with soft music, towering plants, air conditioning, and soaring, and the aroma of spices that are smelled from the kitchen is very powerful to make customers do not stop eating until they are really no longer able to eat.
I myself have also eaten dozens of times here and most of it is certainly with these beloved people. The restaurant is said to be where fathers and mothers celebrate their first wedding anniversary. Since then this restaurant has become a place for their families, even when I and Harum were born we often eat here if they really want to eat out of the house. Although actually very rarely we eat out of the house because our house is also the most comfortable place in the world and mother's cuisine is the best food in the world, he said, there is no reason to eat out of the house.
After enjoying this place of father's choice, mother called the waitress who was standing around our table.
“This is the menu, ma'am. May I know the order?” friendly waitress.
“Before I see first yes,” replied mom.
“Good thanks. I'll call again.” Mom ended.
Mom handed out the menu to the three of us. I flipped through the menu one by one and saw all sorts of menus. It feels like at this time I need the intake of marine animals, therefore I ordered “Tongseng Curry Squid Ayam”. I see Harum has also finished choosing his dinner menu. Therefore, the mother immediately called back the waitress who had given us the menu.
“Can I know the order?” said the waitress while taking out her notes.
Mother mentioned our orders one by one and swiftly the waitress recorded every word that came out of the mother's mouth. After all orders are fully recorded by the waiter, he repeats the recorded order to avoid errors. Mother nodded as a sign that all of our orders had been recorded by the waitress.It seems tonight the waiters were quite busy seeing the number of restaurant visitors.
“How was your lecture today Fragrant?” dad opened the conversation.
“Everything's fine, yeah. Although the number of tasks is quite tiring,” complained Harum while exhaling as if it was indeed a very heavy thing.
“So when to go to the village again?” ask mom to add.
“Next week, mom. This week I was off first to the village because the deadline nih.” while the chin-backed looking at the night sky.
“Next week huh? I'm coming with dong. There's something I have to do there like” my sergeant joined the conversation.
“What other work are you Aksa? Don't you just work in front of a laptop?” ask dad.
“Iya, yeah. You see, there is a development program that Aksa must offer also to superiors for the company, where you know in his village the Harum, Aksa can get ideas,”, I explained.
“You occasionally try to take time off and go Aksa vacation. I see you are so busy with your work. What's not tired?” mother asked while looking at my face that seemed to be starting to taper.
“Ah is okay, ma'am. There is also time off. Now emang again a lot of work as well,” belaku so as not to impress making up excuses.
“You are Aksa, don't do anything you think. Think of my mother as well. Who do you want to know? Never tuh dad see you deket same women you.” Suddenly my father immediately touched on my relationship problems.
“Come, Bang Aksa. I also want to have an older sister,” Goda Harum while laughing cunningly.
“Eh lo say wear follow-up” sergahku.
“No papa kali Aksa, the Harum would like there to be a brother where to share stories. Your part is busy just aja.” added mother chimed in.
Confused about being raided by them. I pretended to pick up the phone as if someone was calling via mobile. I immediately took this opportunity to escape from this conversation. I myself am still not interested to think about it so, which currently only thinks about how the work can be completed, and immediately continue studying abroad. Well it is my ideals, but seeing the condition itself sometimes becomes doubtful.
After a long time pretending to chat with my phone, I watched our dinner table while waiting for the order to be delivered by the waitress.
Shortly after that, my hope was fulfilled. The preamusaji came with a large tray on which was neatly arranged starting from the whole Chicken Sauce of Nenas ordered by father and mother, Blackpepper Crab order Fragrant, Tongseng Cumi Curry Chicken my order, as well as small plates containing rice as a complement to food. Seeing that I pretended to turn off the phone and approached the dining table.
“Eh orders have arrived?” I asked as if surprised.
“Barusanja nih” replied the father who seems to be hungry already.
“Alah lo sok shocked everything, whereas from earlier you watch out right? Orders delivered or not.” Smelling sneering.
“Iiihhh what the hell you adek brother who is bawel but cute” while pinching his cheek.
The fragrant one just cried out in shock because I suddenly pinched his cheek.
“Crazy lo, Bang! Really wear nyubit cheek all. Pain tau!” fragrant Smear while continuing to stroke her cheeks.
“Iya deh I asked maap, instead of tomorrow I take to the bookstore deh, I buy one” rayuku while hugging the shoulder of my beloved sister.
He simply replied with exaggerated excitement I think.
I refocused on my dinner menu, a bowl of squid tongseng doused in chicken broth curry sauce, whose aroma was able to make the customers on the opposite table also able to smell the aroma. Immediately I scooped a piece of squid complete with karinya sauce into the mouth. The soft and fresh squid meat feels good combined with this chicken curry. I guess tonight I can rest in peace after eating a delicious meal.
