BLOOD PASSAGE
Fun Holiday "Surgical Glasses"

I was kind of drawn back to the past, the atmosphere in this area made me feel like I really wanted to go back to childhood. Me and other friends and bu anih still continue to walk through the outskirts of the rice fields that can only be passed by one person. Be our company like an elongated snake.

“Be careful here there are often snakes that cross”

“AAAHHH”

We were all jolted to hear Naisyah screaming, eyes now on Naisyah who was at the very back of the line.

“Ah sorry I saw wrong I thought that was snake”

We can only look at the big-goal nak nasiyah with a different thought, while the foam just smiled understandably.

“Oh yes ma'am, isn't the house of the mother when the lira comes first it's just a stilt house? Why is it now a home like that?”

I who was walking behind the lira was also made confused, just this time I saw a house on the stage that there is a bottom like a second-level house only the difference is the stairs that are outside the house.

“Then, after sniffing the news that wening is no more. Family relatives either from mother or husband mother had several times come to visit the house. Because the mother's house on top is very narrow finally the mother's husband decided to make a house in the empty part that is below home”

“Means mom should dismantle that mom's house at the top?”

Bu Anih turned to the lira and nodded.

“Alhamdulilah residents around want to help the husband of his mother, the workmanship can be completed quickly”

I nodded and turned back, watching the friends who were in the back row. Everything looks relaxed stepping plus the atmosphere of a cold afternoon and the cool air in this area that is like the countryside, it feels like I want to continue to be here.

“See there, it's houses that mother's husband made to marry while keeping his rice fields”

We all turned to the right side and there was still one more turn we all arrived at the small house that was pointed out earlier. We all waved at the husband of the mother who was only replied with a wave of hands also from him. After passing through the winding road, we finally reached our destination.

“Assalamualaikum pak”

We all said our greetings in unison and were answered by the fathers who sat in his little house.

“Waalaikumsalam, well we have guests turned out to be bu?”

Ma'am Anih barked her husband's hand with us also who did the same activity with the foam anih.

“Iya sir, this is the lira of the mother's master's son first. Who ever came here still in sixth grade SD”

Lira smiled in embarrassment, and we were all finally told to sit in that small guard house. Even if you have to sit tight.

“Now you have been this big, son, first time here you are still high as this”

The husband of the mother who I know was named Pak Hasan pointed at his waist.

“Iya sir now lira already SMA, it is not funny if high school children are still at the waist of pak”

We all laughed at the lira. The atmosphere in this small house became very crowded because our conversation was increasingly directionless starting from our trip to the family home, the obstacles that we faced on the road to the discussion of boiled sweet potatoes and a glass of warm tea that was delicious did not escape our conversation. Plus the dion that often offers crisp and spare humor that further adds to the festive atmosphere. I want to stay here with all of them.

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Afternoon before and dusk began to scratch its beautiful view in the sky, the view of twilight here is very clear. An atmosphere I had never gotten since I lived in my area with my father, mother and also the latitude. Ah how are they all, I really want to meet and maybe if I get a chance I want to invite them all here. To this area. I kept on imagining and wondering until the sound and clap on my shoulder jolted me a little.

“Let's go home nak”

“Iya bu”

I nodded then put up my sandals and followed our group home. Our few minute trip on the outskirts of the rice fields was filled with obscure chants of fika and dion that the very PD mentioned that their voices were as cool as those of famous artists. Really crazy, maybe they overdosed on eating boiled sweet potatoes so they did it like that.

“You if you want to take a shower must alternate yes son, because the bathroom mom only one of it is behind”

We all nodded and began to get ready to clean ourselves up. It starts with us being girls and lastly boys.

“One fresh. Feel again at peak”

Dion joined us in the dining room. Ms. Anih did not have a table and chairs to eat she usually sat and ate near the kitchen. It's the habit of people who live in the area.

“You if you want to add please, do not hesitate”

Dion and brother kevin immediately scrambled to pick up a spoon of rice and add side dishes on their respective plates.

“Kakak and dion although bu anih said do not hesitate to be shy do not be shy like gini dong”

Dion and brother kevin immediately took off the rice spoon they were holding while fika immediately smiled and took the rice again in the basket. Ah fika turns out you are the same. We all laughed softly at the action fika, the atmosphere of this dinner is the most crowded I have ever been through. In the past we most gathered only a maximum limit of five people because it was added beautifully. But since the beautiful died and the father who suffered from the disease, finally only me, latitude and mother filled the dining table. I miss them, very much.

“Let us alone clean the dirty dishes bu”

Naisyah immediately took the dirty dishes from her hand and brought them to the dishwasher.

“Mother and father rest or do not chat with brother kevin and dion”

I said slowly to Mom and she just smiled.

“Mom doesn't want to trouble you. Here you as guest”

“Although we are guests but we do not want to trouble the host with work that we obviously can do ma'am. Let us just clean this up. guaranteed to be clean ma'am, just relax”

Ms. Anih slapped her lira's shoulder and smiled, then walked towards the living room following her husband.

“I'm very, very happy to be here. I don't want to go home”

Fika whines while wiping the board of the house of foam that is still dirty.

“Sama fika, I don't want to go home either. Just a few hours we filled I've been very atah”

The lira chimed in on the word fika and was busy arranging the dishes I had rinsed with water.

“It's a shame we're here only five days”

Just five days. It was a deal we made, just five days. Although we had two weeks off, Kevin had to take care of the letters he needed to get into the state tignggi college in the city he was going to. We will only stay here for five days.

“Then let's all take advantage of the time to have fun, but do not forget also for the initial mission that we have planned”

We all nodded in unison in response to the sentence kak naisyah and the next second the activities we did continued and we were busy in our respective activities.

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