For My Brother and Mother
Schoolmate Azam

Azam was seen putting up his shoes in front of the porch of the house.

He picked up his bag and prepared to pedal his bike to go to school.

Seen his classmate Arka came into the courtyard of the house approaching Azam with a run of goopoh.

He stopped his bike in a hurry.

He just knocked down his bike.

Then he ran to the back of Azam's body.

I saw him and approached him.

"Why Arka.??" I said curiously.

Azam and I looked at each other confusedly to see Arka who was still bored.

"Ibukkk, ibukkk.!!, Arka ran away from my mother" he said.

"La why run away from mother..?" I said confused.

Instantly Arka's mother came into the courtyard of the house approaching Arka.

Arka who knew her mother was still angry, hid behind me.

"Here....!!, here.!!", he yelled at Arka's hand and picked her up.

"Mbak, why the hell, the Ark's kasian" I said to divorce the mother and child.

"Oh my goodness, this child is so outrageous" said Arka's mother with her son's ears again.

"Duh buk pus buk" said Arka in pain.

"He let go of his ears first, yes kasian", I said trying to remove the hands mbak desi from the ears of his son.

Desi told me what happened.

Azam and I, instead of sympathy, held back laughter and finally deliverance.

"How come you laugh.??" said Desi.

"I'm sorry buk, anyways you do the nosy arka take your mother's kebaya, make the orangan rice fields" I said holding back laughter.

"Say orangan paddy field in front of the house can deny jin enter the buk house" said Arka innocently.

"Yes you are the genie, wong ya ibuk just bought the kebaya yesterday kok yah you already bolongin that, auhhhhh.!!, cancel ibuk show to bu rt", said Missi patted her head.

"Enak aja Arka jinnya, it means his mother mbok jin dong", said Arka while laughing.

Azam and I were made to be cut off by the words of Arka.

"Yes, I'll go home mamakan makakakan, flowers in the front yard tuh your lunch, okeee.!!, dannn (withdraw pocket money from his son's uniform), this is my mother", said Miss Desi passed away from our house.

"Well, yahhh, cook me to eat flowers, my money truss", exclaimed Arka resigned to see his mother out of my yard.

I stopped my laughter.

"Yes already Arka, this is my mother's pocket money, but inget do not jaili your mother like that again huh.??" said I stroked her hair.

"Thank God, thank you, buk" said Arka kissed the money I love and put it in her pocket.

I also looked towards his bag.

There was a toy gun in the side pocket of his school bag.

"Arka, the school brought toys.??" I said.

"Oh, this is buk, this is a gun Arka always take where buk, make training so police" said Arka by pretending to play his toy gun.

"Emmm that's your mind, huh.??" said I.

"Yes buk", said Arka with a big smile.

"Don't ask why, our stomach will hurt, don't.!!", said Azam forbid me.

I who was curious ignored Azam's warning.

"Emang why Arka wants to be a cop

.??", I was curious.

"Let's hold a gun, make me shoot dad if you're bumping and chicken don't jump Arka buk" he said without guilt.

Azam and I laughed without being able to stop hearing Arka's confession.

"Oh my goodness, Arka, you're a fuck" I said withholding my laughter.

"Udah deh buk we leave first yes, if horrified Arka, hunt late later.

They also shake hands with me.

I saw them pedaling their bikes away from the yard.

The innocence of children, they do not know the rigors of life after they grow up, even married.

A carefree smile and boundless laughter.

There will all be its own phase.

Just go ahead, and be humble.