It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 54: Riyan and the White Pigeon (The Story of Junior High)

Almost every child must like the same name as pets, I was a child too. But I do not have the talent to keep animals well, all the animals that I have maintained have their own tragic stories. 

        I never mengyplungin my kitten to dalem well old deket grandma's house, it makes my grandfather angry. I once kept a sparrow and I feed small pebbles, tomorrow the bird died with a bloodstained butt. I once kept some fish, because the smell is fishy, I mix the water just as fragrant clothes, the fish were floating in a state of peace. How ugly I was at that time. 

        I like to envy the same friends who are good at keeping animals. For them, keeping the animal looks very easy, like a sticky feather, very short of its growth. Moreover, my friend whose name is Sukardi, he often really has pets, ranging from goats, chickens, cows, finches, pigeons, owls, birds he himself, bird, everything is maintained in good health wal’afiat. Different far from my pet that always ends tragically. 

        Because I often end a pet's life in an unnatural way, Sukardi as a good friend was reluctant to share a tutorial “How to care for pets so as not to end tragically.” At that time, we who were still in 4th grade SD really liked the activities of raising animals. 

        One afternoon after school, I went to Sukardi's house. He has a new pet, a finch chick, hunting in the fields. He was meticulous, patient and attentive to the finch. I saw him who was busy feeding his birds. 

        “Birds kayak gini tuh just want to eat fruit yes, in?”  I asked while staring in amazement at his finch. 

        “Iya, uh crickets also want to like.” He said while giving a piece of papaya to the finch chicks that were preparing while opening the beak wide. 

        I nodded, observing how Sukardi took care of his pet. After feeding, he immediately bathed his finch bird by spray using a bottle of used lubricant that has been washed clean. Then he hung his bird cage on the porch of the house. It would be nice if I could treat a pet that well, I thought. 

        Finished taking care of his pet, he then gave me some tips on how to keep animals. 

        “Kalo nagging cat, give him food and attention. Play often to be more tame. If you keep a bird, feed it every afternoon and afternoon, and take a shower after school or morning. Never bathe a bird in the afternoon.” 

        “Emang why?” I cut off Sukardi's explanation. 

        “Soal kalo kalo in the afternoon already no sun anymore. Bird lo later malemnya can die of cold.” The answer. 

        “Oh..” I'm starting to understand. “Trus, what about fish?” I continued to ask. 

        “Hmm... Fish, yes?” Sukardi held his chin. “Kalo fish kayaknya easy deh, love to eat flicks, trus change the water if the smell starts fishy.” Further. 

        “So, the water is changed huh? Pantesan.” 

        “Why? Have you ever had a fish?” Sukardi asked. 

        “Entertainment. Because the water began to fishy, instead I change instead I love fragrant clothes let it smell.” I laughed a little. 

        “Bego’ lo.” Sukardi was astonished. 

        Sukardi gave advice to me, before I can raise animals properly I would be good to practice by looking at taneman first, good advice for beginners. But it turns out melihara taneman is not as easy as flipping the soles of the feet, I have to have my own land, while at that time my great-granddaughter really hobby mengihara taneman ornamental in front of the house. Almost every empty land around the house there must be taneman have great-grandparents that grow beautifully and lush. In other words, I do not have the land to maintain my own taneman. 

         I have a plan to help my great-grandmother take care of her tanemanya, but after I thought it would be more fun if I had land for my own taneman. Who knows, I could be a professional gardener in the future. My decision is rectangular, I will find land to maintain taneman. 

        The next day after school, I went around the front of the house. I still use the uniform SD busy nyari-nyari place that can be used to grow crops. A few minutes later I finally found an empty land basin that elongated like a lane in front of the house, not far from the road. Sip, the land has already met, live nyari tanemanya. 

        Looking for taneman to be taken care of like it is not as difficult to find land. In school, I have learned about plants, ranging from the process of photosynthesis to several methods of planting plants such as cuttings and grafting. Because it looks easier, I chose the cuttings method. The motek tanemannya trus in tancepin deh to the ground. The part of taneman nyari that can be cuttings is not very difficult. 

        Like a true adventurous boy, I started hunting taneman. The path to becoming a professional houseplant is a little open. I began to walk around the village alone, along the gardens around while meticulous taneman that if I could plant. Whatever it is as long as I can tease, brush it, randomly. I also do not bego’-bego’ very assume all taneman it can be planted using the method of cuttings, there are some that I unplug to the root. How easy it was to find happiness in those days. 

        Taneman that I have collected tightly held in my left and right hands. With a satisfied face I go home, do not realize that my SD uniform is dirty all hit the ground. Black spots are clearly visible in some parts of the shirt. If you look at it from afar, I'm like a crazy kid who just escaped from the chain. 

        Once nyampe home, I immediately started farming activities in the empty land basin in front of the house, street deck. At first I tancepin all the taneman that can be cuttings among them, roses, cat whiskers, small cassava stems and others. The rest, I have to dig using a cement spoon that I found in the backyard to plant plants that have roots. With care and thoroughness, I plant one by one the crops taken from people's gardens. 

        Hahaha.I laugh at my heart, folding my hands on my chest while looking arrogantly towards my own artificial garden. Because I take the tannemnya ngacak as good as jidat, my garden looks colorful and really nice, I'm really satisfied. Finally I can see what kind of taneman suggested by Sukardi. 

        “Riyan!!” Grandma screamed as she stretched me. 

        I just grin because I already know will be in omelin. 

        “THAT'S WHY YOUR UNIFORM CAN GET DIRTY SO?!” Grandma is going crazy. 

        I approached him while bowing, with a speed of 370 km/grandma's watch immediately grabbed my right ear. I got a jewel. Not very fast, the jewel is its jewel. Angry also pretends to doang let me be afraid. 

        “Tomorrow on Tuesday, you still wear a white uniform. New clothes in wash kemaren already in use dirty-dirt again.makanya if you want to play change first.” While continuing to pick my ears, my grandmother did not stop nagging. 

        After having my own garden, I became diligent looking taneman. Every morning and evening I flush, I clean the garbage, I smile every day, if there are pests I throw away. Over time the plants that were once leafy withered so they look fresh, green. Seeing the development of me who started ngerawat taneman, I think I was ready to have pets again. 

        Not only deres, but the rain is long lasting. In rainy times, usually I like to sit on the bench on the terrace of the house to wriggle the scenery around. For me, the moment of rain is when the world is at its quietest point. There is no sound from the busyness in the village, there is only the sound of rain and frogs, I like it very much. 

        Because the test that never subsided, the front page of the house began to fill with puddles. I immediately remembered my crop. How surprised I squirm my own garden plants filled with water that flows like a river. The plants that were there were all carried away by the current, washed away. 

        It turns out, where I plant various kinds of plants to keep is a gutter, bego’ I really. Seeing my plants drifting, my heart doesn't taste very good. Maybe if the plants can talk, they will say “Sialan is a boy, it's been nice living in the garden even in moved to the gutter, washed away me.” 

        Even maintaining taneman I'm not becus. It ends tragically again. 

        After the rain subsides, I walk beside the house lontang-lantung kayak lutung. I am still lamenting the fate of my garden which ended tragically, have not been able to move on. Every time I see Taneman has a great-grandfather, I remember my garden first. My husband is starting to be unhealthy. 

        Besides the house, my great-grandfather also kept a pair of white and brown pigeons in a fairly large iron cage. In the midst of turmoil, I can only see that the birds are combining love while chirping. Sometimes if the bird does not want to eat, I prick using a tree branch while saying “Eat no!! eat no!!” Instead of eating, they were a bit away from me. 

        “That's your bird, yan?” I don't know where I was suddenly next to me. 

        “Liatin aja kok yut, good because.” I answered plainly. 

        “You maintained it?” Ask my great-grandfather. 

        Like the fall of jackfruit, I feel very tense with questions from great-grandfather. 

        “Serious new?!” I'm ecstatic. 

        “Iya, great-grandfather is already bosen. The birds have been for years great-grandmother.” 

        “Still yes yut.” I was so happy at the time. 

        As the saying goes, something that goes will change for the better. I finally got a new pet, two pigeons. I promise to take care of them with all my heart. This time, I will not let my pet end tragically like the previous one. 

        I was very excited to keep the two pigeons. Learning from Sukardi, I began to be able to take good care of birds. Every morning and evening I eat corn, not gravel anymore. Once every two days I take a shower using a spray device. The birds also seemed happy to have a master as good as me, they chirped for most of the day. 

        The next few weeks, the iron cage where my pair of birds lived was sold to someone. Forced my birds to be put in one of my grandfather's chicken coops behind the house. Grandpa said, feed the birds all the chickens so I don't have to mess around to the backyard so my clothes are not often dirty. Pretty sad at that time, I rarely take care and wriggle them again for months. I slightly forgot a pair of great-great-giving pigeons. 

        When my father came home from work, he who knew that I had a pigeon immediately took the initiative to buy a medium-sized bird cage. Wiggling the size of my pigeon is quite large, like a cage given my father only fit for one tail only. I also had to make the difficult decision to let go of one of the pair of pigeons. 

        My instinct says, “After all the brown color, the thing is ugly.” I am still a child does not have a mature mind, so instinct dominates more than the mind, already like animals that live in the wild. Without a doubt, I took off my brown pigeon, let it fly into space, wading through the vast sky. 

        I looked at the white dove that was in the middle of the father's cage. It felt like I could squirm again after months. I watched the white pigeon all day, its fur was busier and whiter than before. 

        Knowing my pigeon who lives one, great-grandfather said, “Lho yan, why is it live one, which brown color?” 

        “Tak freelance, the color is ugly brown.” I answered without sin. 

        “Ouch, yan. You are what it is, it's his partner. Kasian you know he's lonely.” Kata great-grandfather. 

        I look at my pigeons with regret. Even I am still a child who likes to destroy the relationship of other creatures. 

        “Please rest assured, he will not be lonely kok.” I smile pretentiously cool, then continue “Kan there is me.” 

        As if a new color appeared in my life, it feels good to have my own pet. I who once promised myself to take care of the pigeon giving great-granddaughter well, really can keep it. Until I was Junior High, the white pigeon I still maintain well, even more tame. I and the white dove were inseparable, romantic. 

        So tame, sometimes I just last so I just wandered around the house. Because often defecate carelessly, grandma gives advice I should just brackets so as not to make a fuss. Often the white pigeon perched on my shoulder when I was playing HP on the mattress or PR at the study table. 

        I also often talk about the white pigeon. Sometimes I write a diary next to his cage. In the bully in class, I told him as I wrote in the diary. When I get the bad grades I love my pigeons first, not my grandmother. Almost all the anxiety that is in me, I poured it into the white pigeon. At that time I felt comfortable. 

        Although benign, the name of the animal must have a desire to live freely in its natural habitat. In class 2 Junior High the white dove I did not know where. Is wrong I too, when it fit to go to school birdnya I do not enter the cage, usually never cross. But that day was different, when I went home school the white pigeon wasn't home. 

        I'm scared all day. Eating bad, taking a good nap. Sometimes I move places just to daydream. Without the white dove, I lost a part of my life. The pigeon's shadow always crossed his head every time he squirmed his empty cage. The cage looked wider after the occupants left. When I squirm a white feather on the deck of my feet, I also remember the time when I first squirmed the white pigeon in the iron cage owned by my great-grandfather. It feels so sad.