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"Thank you Mang for his direction" said Izza sincerely.
"Later if still confused, just call again yes" explained Mang Ujang.
"Oke Mang, once again thank you very much" said Izza.
"Kalo already until Tasikmalaya continues to be confused as well as the phone. Coincidentally Mang is also in Tasikmalaya, how can we make a meeting?" answer Mang Ujang.
"Oh so, yeah later if confused for sure phone again. How about Mang.ga promise to meet, because it will not be condescended" replied Izza.
"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun .. who died?" man Ujang.
"Sodara Mang" Izza replied briefly.
"Loh .. Izza orang Tasikmalaya?" tanya Mang Ujang assured.
"No, it's already Mang.thank you for the help" Izza said again.
"Gapapa Za.. happy even called Izza" replied Mang Ujang sumringah.
"Assalamualaikum" Izza said as he hung up.
"Waalaikumussalam" said Mang Ujang.
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Izza handed the note to the driver. The driver also had a little picture of this path. They are completely non stop the road continues, stopping only fifteen minutes to make it to the bathroom and pray.
Before going to the orphanage this morning, Izza had stopped by the agent stall near the house to buy drinks, bread and snacks. Alternative roads are known Mang Ujang looks deserted, maybe because not many who use this path become a bit quiet. Everyone piles up in Cipularang who wants to go to Bandung and its surroundings. Earlier Izza had checked the application of road indicators, it turned out that the Cipularang toll was all red.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Izza's entourage was at the funeral home. The mother of the orphanage released the sadness that had been detained earlier. Ga long later the body of her sister Mother of the home was sholated. The distance is not too far between the same house mosque. After being buried immediately.
In the village women are not allowed to join the tomb when the body is buried. Because often the hysterical women in the past impregnated so not allowed until now become a customary custom in this village.
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"Mas Boss didn't meet Ceu Lilis' mother?" asked Mang Ujang while coffeeing on the edge of the plantation.
"The mother was busy cooking, he said there was a neighbor next to his house who died, bother. It was said that Lilis ga sales. Porridge that has been paid the same citizens for families who want breakfast. Mang ... mending play to his parents' house can? yes, just acquaintance. We borrow aja motorbike, said Mas Haidar do not need to buy a motorbike, he has been offered a second motorbike with residents here, will want to be seen first. Instead of us joining, Sachi stuck in traffic" said Rama enthusiastically.
"Motor dipake all, gapapa ride aja car, my house mah street big. Hayuklah Mas Boss we kemon, from the morning to go ga so mulu. It was about to leave, even Mas Boss participated in the funeral prayer first" said Mang Ujang.
"Ga can be like Mang.emang obligation we nyolatin corpse" said Rama.
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Mang Ujang house is not far from Ceu Lilis house, still one village but different hamlets. Yes, two kilometers away. If Mang Ujang same villa house has Pak Isam emang rather far away, because it is different village. There's about five kilometers away. But if in the village of mah radius ten kilometers also everyone knows, that's the characteristic of neighbors in the village, different from the city that sometimes the house difference of three houses from us can not know.
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Mang Ujang's parents are certainly very happy to welcome the child and his Boss to come home. This is the first time they are acquaintances with Rama, usually only hear stories from Mang Ujang.
"Ambu.. This is Mas Bossnya Ujang in Jakarta. Who often Ujang narrates, his name is Mas Rama" Mang Ujang introduced Rama to his parents.
Rama smilingly entered the simple house then kissed the hands of both parents Mang Ujang. Actually, Mang Ujang's parents felt bad because they kissed his hand.
"Sit Mas Boss" pinta Mang Ujang.
"In the front bale aja Mang, all of you want to see the rice fields" said Rama.
"Lah saw the paddy field afternoon mah ga no good, let alone the cloudy weather gini. If you want to see tomorrow morning, many children play and teenagers chat" explained Mang Ujang.
"Yes now enjoy the atmosphere" said Rama.
"What did Abah call you?" asked his brother Mang Ujang.
"Call Rama aja.. I am younger than Mang Ujang kok" Pinta Rama politely.
"Aa' aja yes, it is not good or call the name" said Abahya Mang Ujang with Sundanese accent.
"Change the Indonesian language is okay, have you ever lived in Jakarta?" ask Rama.
"Iya A'. first time bachelor will be a driver in Jakarta" explained Abahya Mang Ujang.
"Transport driver or private?" ask Rama base stale.
"I'm an expatriate driver, a person from the British embassy" said Abnah Mang Ujang, recalling old memories.
"Wah pinter dong English" said Rama with a smile.
"Lumayan A', first Ujang if there is an English PR must be Abah who knows" said Abah Mang Ujang.
"Obah..publicly open a secret" Mang Ujang protested while drinking warm tea for Rama and put it in a bale.
"What a nice home Abah.i like it (how comfortable this house is, I like it)" said Rama fishing Abahya Mang Ujang to speak English.
"Thank you.. just a small house in the village (thank you, only a small house in the village)" said Abah still with his sunlish accent (Sunda English).
"It's good English"
Praise Rama.
"There is no interlocutor A', so many forget" said Abah humbled.
"Abah can be humble" replied Rama.
Ambu took out two plates of snacks to accompany the warm tea that has been served. The aroma really shook the tongue to taste.
"This is a corn fritters (maize Master) and this is grilled fermented cassava serve with great coconut sauce and brown sugar (colenac). Let's try (try) A' Rama" haggled Abah while bringing the plate closer to Rama.
"Ieu whine Mas Boss.. hot chili" Mang Ujang timpal pointed at the cayenne pepper.
"This time I know his name is bakwan corn. What is this then? I've never eaten the rich" asked Rama.
"Colenak Mas Boss" Mang Ujang replied.
"Colenac? Some kind of tape, huh? abah said that fermented cassava, does it mean that cassava is fermented alias tape right?" asked Rama plain.
"Change... Abah.. sagala style use English. length is also the name.. oruh abbreviated as colenak. dicocol tasty" said Mang Ujang.
"Yes A' This tape is burned continuously dicocol to brown sugar" explained Abahnah Mang Ujang.
Rama took the colenak and put it on a small plate. Then eat it slowly.
"Enak yes." said Rama.
"Add atuh A' .. there are still many in the kitchen" Mang Ujang bargained.
Everyone laughed at Rama's joke. It seems that Rama is not distant with anyone even though he is one of the heirs to the throne in his family who is famous for being rich.
Rama seems to enjoy the snacks provided, the breeze makes the atmosphere so much more fun for Rama.
The definition of happy is simple, as simple as Rama enjoying the colenak while watching the rice fields and birds fly and the farmers who began their way home because it was almost five in the afternoon.
Suddenly there was a shout from the direction of the rice field rover that made Rama and Mang Ujang jump and ran into the sound. Mang Ujang also ran behind Rama.
When he arrived at the rice field, Rama saw a woman whose left foot went into the rice field. The woman next to him laughed instead of nolongin. More screaming woman because he saw leeches in flip-flops he was wearing.
"Sorry.. Can I help you lift?" ask Rama politely.
The woman who fell with her friend immediately bengong saw there was a pretty clean guy in the rice field.
Rama also became dumbfounded to see a sweet creature whose legs mired. Rama hastily took the former rice stalks and then gouged the leech.
"Lech tuh often nempel in the legs around it then suck blood. So sometimes it is not aware that leeches have stuck on the feet. Later if it is full, his body will fat and immediately fall itself from its prey" explained Rama.
"Please Brother eh Mas" said the woman as she grimaced her feet.
"Udah said that if you are comfortable call Brother, you do not need to call Mas. This will be helped to wake up or want to wake up alone" said Rama while extending his hand.
"Help my brother" Izza replied hurriedly.
"What are you doing here, Za?" asked Rama wonder.
Mang Ujang who just got to, ngos-ngosan and tried to regulate his breathing. He ran not as fast as Rama, because Mang Ujang is the most lazy sport, if there is free time mending to sleep, so his stomach rada distended.
"Izza?" yelled Mang Ujang shocked and still ngosan.
"Ya Mang" answered Izza still grimacing and already standing on his sister's father's mother's home.
"Pantes was the way to the lake, did not expect to come here as well. The same Mba Gita here?" ask Mang Ujang.
"Ga Mang.. same Mother" replied Izza.
"Mother? You got a mother here? kok don't know" asked Mang Ujang more curious.
"Udah njaranya-nanyanya, already rich investigator aja keponyya. People's feet are sick. Fortunately you wear Za socks, so the word socks thin as well, but it's not directly in contact with the skin tuh leeches. Try if you don't wear socks, immediately swollen. But I'm sure it's male leeches, because it knows aja feet beautiful girl .. hehehe" Rama began to joke.
"Here Za... Mang help the road" Mang Ujang bargained directly standing next to Izza.
"Do not bother.there take a bike or motorcycle cake, we take it to the house first so that his feet are washed and continue to be given medicine" Rama advised directly.
"Ye ilahhh Mas Boss, can not give the opportunity of a little seneng" protested Mang Ujang sewot who immediately walked back home to take his brother's motorcycle.
Rama walked slowly behind Izza and his mother's niece. After Mang Ujang approached using the motorbike instead Rama gave the code to Mang Ujang to get off the bike.
"Apaan the heck Mas Boss all winking" Mang Ujang whispered softly as he got off the bike.
"This is my anter part, it was I who came first nolong.duck aja can queue, Mang ga want to queue" whispered Rama back.
Mang Ujang can only bite the writhing finger Rama piggybacking Izza, not far anyway only about five hundred meters.
Izza was forced to be helped down with Rama because of his tingling legs. Ambu also took Izza's body. They were sitting in the front bale of the house.
"Even if the rival Mas Boss, he mulu who won a lot, O Allah Gustiiii nu Agung .. when the fate of your servant changed, the servant was tired of being single, so old, please bring closer the woman who will be the match of your servant, O Allah" asked Mang Ujang while stroking his chest.
"Mang, say bengong there, mostly eat colenak ya" ledek Rama.
Mang Ujang can only manyun, Rama asked Ambu for help to be taken in ice water basin and cloth to compress his legs Izza.
"You can go to the bathroom, right, Za? wash first with soap to clean his feet" suggested Rama.
Because Izza was more concerned with the taste of the pegel in his feet, he obeyed everything ordered by Rama.
"Open his socks first, this is an emergency, if you look like aurat was forced not intentionally" said Rama reassured Izza.
After coming from the bathroom, Izza walks slowly to the bale assisted by Ambu.
"Thank you, ma'am." said Izza.
Raffa immediately wiped the soles of Izza's feet using the food tissue on the table.
"Ga kak. I can do it myself" said Izza immediately took a tissue and wiped the soles of his feet.
"It's gonna compress itself, too?" rama asked, handing over the basin and the rag.
Izza nodded immediately. In the corner there is Mang Ujang who can only shake his head about the behavior of Mas Bossnya.
"Thankfully it's not swollen and there are no open wounds, so it's possible there's no visible infection" Rama acted pretentious.
"You're going to Puskesmas aja Za?" man Ujang.
"All puskesmas are closed Kang. On Saturday, eleven o'clock also broke up" said the woman who was with Izza.
"Oh yes, there is a village midwife at this hour mah ya" said Mang Ujang.
"Emang Izza wants to give birth to everything brought to the midwife" protested Rama.
"This is an ordinary mah so Mas Boss. anything if you go to Abah Ikin ya to the village midwife" defended Mang Ujang.
"Don't you have to debate..Where are you going now Za? let me take a car home" Rama bargained.
"Would want to go to the drugstore at the end of the village, continue through the rice fields because of curiosity never menginjek rice fields, uh become even rich gini" said Izza.
"What do you want to buy at the drugstore, you're not at the stall?" ask Rama
"There's either A' or it's an allergy medicine" said the woman who was with Izza.
"What are you allergic to?" rama asked seriously.
"Just in case anyway, if the cold air still likes to be bumpy and gatel really" explained Izza.
"It's mah biduran aka kaligata alias giduan if the people of Jakarta say" said Mang Ujang.
"Yes later abis salat Maghrib, I deliver to the drug store and continue to return to your place. Now call the people at home to not worry" Rama suggested.
"Hp I have no signal. Nih see no network right" said Izza while showing his HP.
"Makanya use the operator do not be tempted by cheap pulses, but the network is good" said Rama.
"Neng.. please call Mom yes.." ask Izza to his mother's brother.
"Ga there is a pulse ... the package is also exhausted" whispered his brother.