Am I Different?
(S3) Clean-up

Without them knowing, when the joke turned out to be the same in front of Mr. RT's house. It looks like his wife is sweeping the yard.

"Come, ma'am," they said almost simultaneously.

Mom RT looked at them. "Where are you going?"

They're stopping his steps. "You go to the mosque first, ma'am. We're going to take a shower there. Can you, Mom?" ask his mother Dinar.

RT's mother walked over to them, then opened the gate. "Maybe, Mom. This mosque is for the public. But it's better to take a shower in our house, yuk. While visiting, here."

It looks like Mr. RT is coming out of the house.

"Well, I wasn't invited in, ma'am." RT also approached them. "Let's go in."

Those who felt disinclined, chose to enter in his honor.

"The intention is to take a bath in the mosque, sir. All passing by and asking for permission, because in our house there is no water." Dad explained.

"Why go to the mosque. It's closer to your house. Better, as long as there is no water supply, you can take it from here. We are happy to help him instead" replied Mr. RT with pleasure.

"Well, sir," replied Dad Dinar. He did not want to reject the goodness of people, so he chose to accept the help of Mr. RT.

They followed behind Mr. RT and his wife to enter the house.

"Please, sit. Who wants to take a shower first, please," said Ms. RT.

"I take a shower, yeah. It's very sticky for my body," said Dita.

They realize, if pregnant women are more likely to sweat excessively. Dita also walked behind Bu RT which will show the location of their home bathroom. The location of the bathroom is not so far from the kitchen, so Ms. RT invited while trying to make drinks and snacks for them.

"Please, Son. Do not hesitate," said Ms. RT.

He immediately went into the bathroom. While others chat with Mr. RT in the living room. Mr. RT just asked for their data and the number of people who live there.

"By the way, if I may know who the house is from, huh?" Mr. RT was curious. Although he had heard a little story from his wife about the story that was thrown by Dita and Dinar. However, it was not enough detail and made his heart satisfied.

"From my friend, sir. Coincidentally, his brother owns the house." Dinar's father told me.

"Oh, so Sasongko's brother. I'm sorry to wonder, is that a coworker or just knows you, sir?" ask Mr. RT again.

"Boy work, sir. For whose brother or the ins and outs I do not know. For I do not ask what you are not entitled to know. I only heard that if it belonged to his brother, they moved out of town and were forced to vacate the house. For how long and from any moment, I ask less" replied his father Dinar.

"What's the matter, sir?" sahut Dinar's.

Mr. RT turned to look at Dinar when he asked that.

"That's okay. Not usually, if people buy a house that is vacated long enough. Sometimes the name of the person who thinks there is this, that's what it is. Just this time, look at the person who's indifferent about it all." Mr. RT smiled at them.

"Oh yes, sir. There is a house that is quite spacious and cheap, so I am interested in buying it. Intention, later ask for help from local residents to come during our home studies. But, yeah, just wait to finish cleaning up first, sir." Dad smiled.

"Of course, sir. In fact, if you ask for help to move things, we are ready to help. We accept the citizens with pleasure, so as to get to know each other as well" explained Mr. RT.

They continued talking, while accompanied by drinks and snacks from Bu RT. Bathing also alternately they do, no chatter that makes them afraid or undo the intention to inhabit the house.

They were there long enough, until all was done finally decided to say goodbye.

"Thank you for the kindness of Father and Mother. We say goodbye to go home, because we also want to finish cleaning up before we meet with twilight again" said Dinar's father.

"Yes, Sir. For PLN, my son happens to work there, let me ask him to help turn on the electricity in the house again, if the family of the Father is pleased." Mr. RT informed.

"Yes, Sir. If it is not troublesome, I am happy to allow it," said Dad Dinar.

They thanked him a few times, then they went home. When walking to the house, of course, they became the center of attention of some people who just saw it.

"You're new citizens?" ask one of their neighbors who just saw it.

They stopped to appreciate it.

"Loh, you guys live there? How dare, anyway?" tell their other neighbors.

"What's the matter, Mom?" sahut Dita's.

These two people looked at each other in the eye. "Nothing. Careful, his name is an empty house afraid there are residents."

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you" replied Dinar's father.

"Then, we'll excuse you. If you need help, please come to our home. It's three houses away from your house" his neighbor asked.

"Good, Sir, Mom. Thank you once again" said Dinar's mother.

They bowed a little, then just left. The Dinar family also resumed their steps.

"People here are fine, ma'am. The feeling of care is very high, guaranteed to be at home here I if the neighbors are like that," said Dinar.

"Yes, Son. Alhamdulillah, a form of fortune for us. The good neighbor is a fortune too" replied his mother Dinar.

When they got home, they went back into the house.

"Assalamualaik." They get used to being wrong when entering the house.

Dita is not allowed to move too much, so she just sits with them while playing her phone.

The house is wide, so their distance to clean is far apart. Suddenly heard in Dita's ear, a girl called out her name.

"Sister," he said softly.

"What, Din?" dita shouted, she thought it was Dinar who called her.

"What, Brother?" Dinar ran towards her brother, she was afraid of why-why with him.

"Is there, brother?" ask Dinar again when he was near Dita.

Dita looked at him. "Well, didn't you call, brother?"

Dinar scrunched his forehead. "No, Brother. Just don't talk."

"Oh, maybe you heard wrong. Yes, yes, continue." I try to think positively.

At this time during the day, the activity has begun to run so that it does not allow the sound of children playing outside there.

These items are still complete and intact. They are confused, this house seems not to be left out of town to move but like a house left behind to return again. His mother Dinar, who opened one of the rooms upstairs, saw a pink room. The paint has begun to fade, but does not make the beauty of the room reduced. Two small mattresses that may be 120x200cm in size are located there.

"Oh, this might be the family's two-child room. Dolls and others are still neatly arranged. But, dear dusty," said his mother Dinar.

This house, sometimes still like to be cleaned. One month is three to four times. It is also during the day, because of the constraints of lighting and people are mostly afraid of the house that is empty.

"This room is more dirty than the other room. Ih, what a pity. The room is beautiful, surely the children are beautiful," muttered his mother Dinar while approaching the table that is in the background of these two mattresses. There was a sleeping lamp and a small photo standing there. There is a photo of two girls who are too far apart. They wear matching colored top clothes.

"Beautiful," muttered his mother Dinar with a spontaneous smile.

"Thank you," the voice sounded softly in his ear.

His mother turned to him quickly. There's no one here.

"Din," called her mother, whom she thought Dinar was following her up to this room. He put the photo on the bed.

His mother walked towards the door of this room which he left slightly open. He looked out, there was nobody there.

"Misheard the times, yes. There was no one," he murmured.

He went back to those two beds again. It looks like the photo is already standing neatly in its original place. 'Oh, didn't I just put it on the bed? Never mind, I'll clean it up.'