DEKA'S DREAM
Introductions

Introduce my name True God Kurnia my friend used to call me Deka, only my mbah uti (my grandmother) called me God.

I grew up in one of the largest salt and shrimp producing villages in one of the districts in East Java.

Mbah uti I love me very much considering I am the only grandchild, I do not know if I have a kakung or not because I have never heard my mbah uti call it, I do not know if I have a kakung or not because I have never heard my mbah uti call it, my mother only told me once about my parents when I was in 6th grade, she said my mother died giving birth to me and my father went somewhere.

One day as usual I was guarding a shrimp farm owned by one of the richest men in my village. I did not continue college and chose to work because I felt sorry for my mother, I could not bear to see her old physique continue to sell around the village just to finance my school.

Since I worked in this shrimp pond three years ago I asked my uti mbah at home, keeping the food stalls I set up for him, fortunately my mbah ututur nurut. My dream is always to see him smile, my happiness is when he says "Let the heart work don't forget to pray." the word became a mantra of its own for me my soul felt calm when this old woman who I thought her beauty did not fade said it.

"God is awake at noon, my boy is really cool." to me the nagging is a melodious humming of the coolers, I'm happy to hear that sometimes I even deliberately make him nag, sometimes I even deliberately, I think she's very pretty and funny if so, back she repeated her scolding.

"God, gek ndang (Cepetan) is missing shabuh." he added, I smiled in the blanket.

"Yoh boy." again he expressed his misery, wired my ears if his patience is almost over.

"Aaaaaa, bentar ti (mbah uti) God is still sleepy ni five minutes ya." bargained.

"Kae wis half-six, what time do you want to get up?" he said as he brandished the rice barrel pointing towards the wall clock.

The more I'm happy I tease him.

"Before my girlfriend's dong." my god.

"My girlfriend is as utu utinya kok godain wae, already there shower prayer." mbah utiku back nagging, I also obey his will considering the dawn is almost over.

I moved my feet towards the kitchen because the bathroom in our house was close to the kitchen, I kissed her cheeks from behind she was surprised, before I hit her I immediately ran away and rushed into the bathroom.

"Ooo bad boy." he said, I don't care and still faithfully tease him.

After taking a shower and praying I approached him in the kitchen, he who was still cool cooking did not know if I was behind him, I embraced his fat body.

"Your god is wis gede wis perjaka cook sama uti still gamblok (hugging spoiled)." he said while stroking my arm.

"Let the Gods like it, ti laper." I said as I hugged my arms.

"Sitting sono out of breakfast help you take the trade first." pinta uti.

"Who is my queen." I replied.

Uti also gave me a plate of fried rice and two pieces of tempe.

"A little too much." God, he hit me on the head with the spoon he was holding.

"It's mad too, baby." God, I raised my hand up a little leaning to protect my head from hitting it.

"Badan already bongsor so want to eat a lot, later if fat ga handsome again want." he replied.

"Yes will run out this will lift salt ti eat it must be much so strong, if strong dapet money a lot." answered me origin.

"That money guarantees you a smile, the important thing is that the future of life will come by itself do not have to accept what God loves," my uti advice is always sweet to hear, it feels so good when I get into my veins.

"Sweep my beautiful utensils." I replied with a big smile.

"Wis eaten read the prayer first."

As requested earlier I immediately took out my motorbike to take his merchandise in the market, some basic needs of villagers are available in my uti village, if in the morning there is a vegetable agent who delivers various vegetables to fill our stalls, we only need to give money.

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That afternoon when I was about to buy shrimp feed I saw a girl in high school uniform pushing her motorbike, I did not stop and asked, I intend to help her if she wants.

"Assalamualaikum deck." I said.

"Waalaikumsalam." she replied softly.

"Why the deck?" my many.

"It looks like the substance ran out, I forgot to fill in." he replied.

"Ooo."

I also parked my bike close to the motorbike, fortunately in my motorcycle seat there is always a small hose that I roll to guard in case of emergency gini, considering the gas station is very far from our village, he said, I open the motor tank and my motor, I put the small hose in my motorcycle tank and then I started to suck strong enough for my motorbike to flow and can move on the motor.

After half the gasoline of my motor moved the motorbike I lifted the small hose and immediately closed it to stop flowing, after I think enough I asked him to turn on the motor.

Thank goodness the bike wasn't fussy anymore.

"Alhamdulilah be able to flame mas." he said with a big smile, beautiful honestly this makes my heart vibrate

"Yes." I replied nervously.

"Thank you very much, how much do I have to pay?" ask her.

"Get down the deck, I'll do it."

"Truly mas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, thank you so much again."

"Yes next time it's checked before the road" I said.

"Yesterday I just filled a mas, iki must mamasku who ngabisin he likes it." grunted, hearing him grouse reminds me of my messenger, why do you girls like to nag he wonder deh.

"Oo, yes it's the way gi." tell me.

"Thank you, Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam." I replied, he immediately left me.

"Aaahhhh why I'm so stupid how not" I murmured.

"Hopefully meet again, girl." I prayed.

**DEKA DREAM

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