
Abraham inevitably had to stay in the small and modest house of the Bellovas. The place for his sleep was highly prioritized, both from the cleanliness, comfort and tenderness of the mattress to be used, they treated Abraham like an important official or savior. Though Abraham had repeatedly not to treat him like that, he was very disliked and uncomfortable, but they always replied, ‘You have helped us’, the answer that was repeatedly given.
Usually if he does not go to work, Abraham will wake up a little afternoon, he really likes to sleep. But if the atmosphere is noisy, of course he is not sleepy, like this morning, the clock is still pointing at the number 6 in the morning, but the sound of cooking utensils and the smell of spices has tickled in the nose, and his eardrum, inevitably he must wake up from his dream.
“What they do this early in the morning. Don't they know anyone's still sleeping, haduh.” He opened the blanket.
He walked towards the direction where the voice appeared.
“Bella, you must separate the food for Mr. Abraham, do not love the burnt.” Said his mother.
“Iya ma'am, after all no one is gosong kok his food.” Reply Bellova.
“His tree should not be lacking our service, he has been very good help.” Said the mother who cut the chicken with a machete, a big knife.
“Iya ma'am, mother consen in her chicken only, do not talk when cutting chicken, let not be switched.” Bellova was worried.
“What are you doing? Noisy once.” Abraham came out from behind.
“Nak Abraham?”
“Sir Abraham? You're up already? Usually you wake up during the day if it doesn't work.” Bellova looked at her.
“Can I sleep under these circumstances? I think there's a war here.” Answer Abraham.
“Ma..sorry we sir, we think you are not disturbed, we will do it slowly, you can go back to sleep again.” Reply Bellova glanced at her mother.
“Already, where can I sleep again when I wake up.” Answer Abraham.
He saw the condition of the kitchen is small and open, those who are still cooking using firewood so that a lot of smoke comes out. Bellova fries while grinding chili as well. Abraham's gaze swept away all that was there.
“Who splits the wood when the wood runs out?” Ask Abraham to walk toward the cleavage.
“Then if the wood runs out, how?” Ask Abraham again.
“We will search his to the forest that is there.” Bellova replied as well.
“Wear car or motor?”
“People walk, because if a car or motorcycle is difficult to get there, and after all rarely residents here have a car or motorcycle, more have a paddle bike.” Reply Bellova again.
Abraham understood, for a moment I knew what he was thinking.
“who among you can bring motor?” Ask Abraham.
“Only me only sir, besides there is no.” Reply Bellova.
“Only you? Why can you use motor?”
“Because at home dad there is a motor, so I often practice learning to ride his.” Reply Bellova.
“Oh, so you make the motor a lot of scratches, just deserve.” Abraham said in his heart.
“Sir Abraham is hungry? here's the food's gonna be ready soon, stay…
“No need to rush, I am also not hungry.” Abraham answered cutting off Bellova's mother's speech.
Abraham took a position and an axe to split the wood.
“Yes pardon Abraham sir, do not have to do that, later your hand hurt.” Ban Bellova