(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Have Bananas

“I go there first yes, join another Ros, later tonight I come again the same Juliana ya.” said Elvina hugged me, then walked to the guest chair join the others.

I still steal a look at the Prospective Mother-in-law is not me. I remember that time. That night, precisely in the mosque Al-Mukmin, the fasting month of Ramadan. Me and Uda Qian just broke up 3 months ago.

I don't know, what wind, where gossip came from, to the point that Uda Qian's mother had become strange to me. I don't know where the misunderstanding between me and his family is.

I prayed tarawih in the first row with other mothers, then after finishing tarawih and witir, there was a lecture from Ustadz. We also listened to the talk.

On the sidelines of the lecture, a mother sitting next to me invited the woman to her left to speak, apparently the woman to her left was the Mother of Uda Qian.

“Unni, this is her future daughter-in-law next door, when will we eat gulai cubadak?” he said smiling, asking on the sidelines of the lecture.

“Who would be willing and willing to marry my poor and ugly son, given what girls do people eat? It's impossible to eat grass, right? The girl of the people is so spoiled and luxurious her life, which may be able to live a hard life with my son.” he replied.

“Is this insinuation? Or this is called ereang jo gendeang?” ask me inwardly while silently eavesdropping.

Precisely not eavesdropping anyway, because the Mother of Uda Qian answered her was indeed loud enough, I guess some people can listen to that answer.

I can only be quiet. I am a girl who does not understand manners through custom, which he said Alun takilek is takalam, Fish in aia lah jaleh male Jo ininatonyo.

Which means. I understand without needing to explain. Me? How can I understand! I from small work play and do not listen to manners when the elders speak.

You could say, I am Minang who is not interested. More precisely, I am lazy in studying. If I read, want to study and want to hear the elders, maybe I understand everything.

But at least, I can Kato nan Ampek. Good manners speak words to parents, peers, and young children.

“Where is Ros, you are willing to live hard with Izqian no?” the mother asked turned to me, after she heard the reply from Mother Uda Qian.

I answered him with a smile. Should I answer what try?

I'm not a cute-mouthed girl. To say I am willing to marry him, let me not climb the mountain, the sea I cross, even my morning breath I wrap. Hadeewh!

I'm sorry, I can't be in front of other people like that. That's really embarrassing.

Uda Qian never asked me this kind of thing. There was, I ever asked him. “Is Uda willing to marry me?” However, only the wounds I had obtained. So, what kind of misunderstanding is this?

“Woy, The new bride, from earlier called even daydreaming, already can not bear to meet her groom?” boy patted my shoulder. So I was surprised from my daydream.

Boy never thought I was a girl. Did he really forget that I have a female gender?

Yes, I was sleeping in my room. Boy came to the house, he asked my mother.

“Mother, Rosa is home no?” ask my mother.

“There. He is sleeping.” replied my Mother.

“Oh, sleep in the room huh, Bu?” ask her again. And then straight into my room.

My mother was surprised at first. How could a young man disrespectfully enter into the room of a virgin girl. Actually, this act is inappropriate in Indigenous manners. But since I've been friends with him since I was a kid, I can tell him.

“Woy, Ros.” call him waist-rigged.

I was surprised. Crazy one! Other men entered my room, usually only my younger brother and cousin who dared to go inside.

“Ngapain You went into my room, Huh?!” angry say.

“Hey, hey!! You just go into my room like-minded, when I can't.” he said to open his hands.

“Yes can't! I'm a girl, you're a boy!” mylm.

“Oh, You're a girl, Ros?” said chuckle.

I immediately sat up, gathering the lives that had just started to return slowly. “Mampus You!” I said sniffling with my hoarse voice. I hit his head.

Casually without any shame, he sat at my bedside. In fact, I've hit him on the head with all my heart. “You always sleep, we come out yuk!” bring her to me.

“Ngapain?” ask me ketus.

“JJS lah, look at the beautiful girls.” answered her.

“Males!” reply, then stand up.

“Why should I be the same? Go with Indra or Andika only! I'm not a bread-eating martabak, I'm still normal” reject me.

“Pfft!” He closed his mouth, holding back laughter. “That's not what I mean, if you're around, I'm more pede.”

“Say, you feel inferior to Indra and Andhika? Aye right?” tease me.

“Sama they are not cool. I fold your blankets yes Ros.” persuaded him, then busy packing my messy room like a broken ship.

My books are scattered here and there, my blankets are thrown and pillows that fall to the floor. I whistled to see him tidying up my bed.

“His art is My wife.” I said patting her back.

“Iya My husband, take a shower. Let's take your wife for a walk yes.” her door is clear, with her eyes sparkling.

“Stress!” I said I was pinning the head of my friend named Boy.

“Ok. Get out there, I want to take a shower.” get me out. And he came out.

After I took a shower, I wore a white shirt and shorts under my favorite knee.

I'm looking for Boy sitting on the couch sipping my mother's tea. I walked over to him, I threw the towel over his face. “Dry my hair, My wife.” My orders to her chuckle.

He also dries my hair with a towel. After I thought it was dry enough, I combed it and put on a clasp.

“Bu, I came out briefly same Boy yes.”

“Where are you Boy?” ask Mom to look at Boy.

“You picked up about exercise at a friend's house, Bu.” replied Boy lying.

“Oh, yes be careful. Don't go home long. And don't speed with the motor.” Message from the mother who only left a message after we were on the bike.

I don't know where this bike is going, which is obviously just enjoying the afternoon. “Boy, I want ice cream.” show me see ice cream seller parking on the side of the road with his motor.

He stopped the motor as well. And we bought vanilla ice cream for me, and chocolate for him. I'm still me. Eating likes to rush like being chased by time, and definitely a mess. Ice cream fell on my shirt. Right in my chest.

Spontaneous idiot Boy wiped it on my chest.

“Bulllllllllsssssyyiiiiit!!!! Boy!!!” my cry is angry.

He really didn't feel guilty in the slightest. Yes, I could see through his eyes, there was no desire for me. Her eyes were plain, like the eyes of my sisters and cousins when I saw her.

“Why did you touch my chest?” many angry.

“When did I touch it? I'm helping. Look at your dirty clothes. Your clothes are white. If you do not want to be helped, yes already clean yourself.” he said no less jutek than me.

“Hey, I'm a girl. Responsibility! You're holding my chest!” my screeches.

“Hah?”

“Huh Hah huh hah!!! I am a girl. Watch out you dare to hold my chest again.” threatened me.

“Iya, yes, you are female. Women taste male.” he replied.

I hit him in the head until he asked for mercy.

“Ampun Rosa's. Forgive me!! I really don't taste it, let alone intend to hold it. I feel like you have a banana.”

“What?!” my screeches.

I hit him again blindly. He said that I have bananas, just piss off.

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NB:

Eating cubadak gulai is a metaphor when asking when we will eat massively in partying.