A Series of Dreams
Best in the Field

“Later, you guys have to come.” Sandi told her two daughters. “Do not have any reason. Today is a holiday. Anga does not work, Uni also does not go to campus.”

Kenanga and Seruni threw gazes at each other. Sitting side by side, both like heaven and earth. The brother who always looked perfect looked beautiful that morning. Floral motif dress is very harmonious in a slender body with mature brown skin. Waist blonde hair made a huge wavy, beautiful dangling every owner moving his head. Not to mention the thin makeup with a pomegranate-red lipstick swipe on her full-fledged lips. A stark contrast to the simple two-braided girl next to him.

Seruni, more mini posture. Clean white skin with thick black hair that is always braided or tied high. Prefer to look casual without make up, just rubbed Kelly powder. Unseen to stand out, this youngest daughter hid more often.

The old man who was enjoying the fried rice made by Seruni, turned to the side. His wife smiled to herself. The gaze is not filled, the owner is stringing dreams. Removing the spoon in hand, the sound of clinking against the glass plate broke the illusion. Lasmi jerks, buying eyes.

“What's up, sir? Just bother me!” the grumpy old lady who this morning looked a little prettier than usual.

“Call you home. Fear of getting lost too far.”

Lasmi blushed in shame.

“Dreams may be, but don't be too high, Mom. If it falls, at least it still survives and breathes.”

“Ah, Mr.” Lasmi stopped her reverie.

In the middle of the couple's chat, suddenly a voice interrupts. Kenanga who was silent from the beginning, suddenly made a sound. The melodious tone impressed seduce.

“Pak, but I may be a little late I have an appointment with a friend. Maybe, I'll catch up to there.”

“Lo! Where are you going? This is your good friend from Jakarta. If you can, cancel the meeting with your friend. Could be another day, ‘kan?” Lasmi suddenly rebuked. The smile that had risen, shrunk for a moment. Dreams are strung together, unraveled and messy. The car in his mind changed the motorcycle butut Sandi that every morning reflected thick smoke on the terrace of the house with the sound of the exhaust of his pelvis.

“I'm not good, Mom. This is my boss's friend from Jakarta.” Trying to seduce and deceive, the mother will sparkle every time she tells her friends from the city who have wealth many times over them.

Unfortunately, Lasmi's reaction was different this time. With a firm voice, the rejection was echoed. “No, cancel it, Anga. Your father's friend is more important.”

“But, Mom. Unpleasant. They also came from Jakarta in hopes of meeting me. There are two, the other is the owner of coal mining in Kalimantan.”

“Hah!” Lasmi jerks and chokes. The fried rice that was being chewed slid out partially and provoked the attention of everyone who was enjoying breakfast at the dinner table. Sandi hurriedly patted his wife's back, while Seruni thrust a glass of water to quell the cough. The bottom of the problem seemed to be smelling a sweet smile.

“Already, you can go. But, we'll catch up with him at the restaurant. Not good with Aunt Kana. Our family with them is like family even though they rarely meet. Cement entrepreneurs from the city, not just anyone. If you want to meet in Bandung, of course ..” Sandi has not had time to finish, the wife has cut without permission.

“You are looking for a soul mate for their boys.” Lasmi blurted out a sentence she shouldn't have. Both of his daughters were stunned at the same time.

“A .. is that true, Sir?” Memories open the voice.

If the city people want to find a mate for his son, deliberately far away to the village, it can be ascertained. The perfect man would definitely not want to marry a village girl like us. Is he disabled?

Kenanga.

If not flawed, I'm sure there are many disadvantages compared to advantages.

“I still want to chase S2, Uni only. He met the criteria of a good wife. Beautiful, smart to cook, smart to take care of the house, smart to take care of the husband. Anyway best in his field.” Kenanga praised her sister while rubbing Seruni's back.

Lasmi who hopes a lot for her biological daughter was suddenly agape.

“Unni does not match. After all, Uni already has a girlfriend, ‘kan? The son of the village next door. You're still alone, no companion. The problem of college, after marriage can also continue in Jakarta. You can even study abroad if you want. This candidate of our besan is not a random person.” Lasmi got late in the conversation. “Factory all over the country.”

“Bu!” Sandi snapped at his wife. “What the fuck? I'm not sure what their purpose here is. Why hasn't anything spoken like this? If not ...”

“Yes, it's okay, anyway? His name is dreaming, dreaming. Free, Sir. If asked to pay, just dizzy looking for a loan.”

Sandi shook her head in annoyance, his wife smiled as happy as ever.

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“Where is he? I told you not to come home at night, uh she came home early!” Erlang walked back and forth on the porch of his house. Well dressed, accompanied by a cup of coffee. In the courtyard of the house, a black sedan was roaring softly. Deliberately heated, before being taken away traveling.

Fajr dawns on the eastern horizon. Its golden luster slapped the earth, spreading warmth. The leaves are still wet with dew, the crystal fluid swings beautifully greeting the sun.

“Badness!” swearing by swearing came out from the lips of the old man who was looking for an outlet of anger.

The sound of the knocking of his black pantofel shoes sounded regular and only stopped when the gate of his house was wide open. One of the favorite sports cars appeared with blinding headlights.

“Ah, finally the troublemaker went home too.” Erlang stared fixedly at the black car that stopped beside the red shoots tree. Just as the driver's side door opened, the old man bought it. Unlike his expectations and this was completely unexpected, Turning to stare at the number plate to make sure, his forehead was wrinkled.