It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 61: The New Neighbor

As I was going to the extracurricular writing room, I met Bunga in the school hall. 

"Gue moved house and we're neighbors, yan!"

The flower said so with great enthusiasm.

I stared flatly at the Flower that was currently right in front.

"Seriously the transfer guy next door to my house is your family?"

"Yes, my father bought it right there so horrified that the house was sold rather cheaply. Aji mumpung, make an investment." Said.

So Semalem, the neighbor whose house is right next to my grandmother's house is very noisy. As I came out to squirm, it turns out there are people moving. And I don't think, anyway, if it's the Flower family.

The previous owner of the house was an elderly widow in her 67s. Her husband died two months ago, then the widow followed two weeks ago.

The son of the owner of the house sold the house. But, I do not think, anyway, if the one who will buy the house is the Flower family. We're deket's neighbors. It just so happened that the house was right next to my house.

When moving the malls were also Bunga and his family deflated themselves to visit where I fortunately nganterin bolu bread.

I and Bunga did not have a chance to talk because they were in a hurry. I think he even moved to where he was his brother, uh, it turns out even his family yes.

Days after…

The air felt a little cooler than usual,

because it was some area in the city of Pepper this in

the rain was quite heavy, including in

the area where I live.

I put on a thick jacket to ward off the cold of the night while walking leisurely and eating a snack of jumbo-sized potato chips.

Tonight I was heading to the Flower house which is only a few steps away from my house. After arriving there, I entered through the side door and immediately met the kitchen space which is in one area with the family room and dining room, I was immediately greeted by the noise of the mixer turning as it opened the door.

In the kitchen room, there was his mother Bunga was stirring a flour dough that may also have been mixed with other ingredients and stirred using a mixer, rather noisy.

The kitchen space in the Flower house is quite simple but looks elegant, not so spacious, approximately the size is almost the same as where baristas mix coffee in cafes. There are only a few kitchen items available there.

"Eh, there's Riyan, get in and out!" While busy stirring the dough with a mixer, his mother Bunga invited me to enter the room.

"What did aunt do?" Ask me, then eat potato chips.

"Obviously, again dabbling recipes on the internet, surely the results will be good." Answer with confidence.

I put on a strange expression while writhing his mother Flower who looks excited while stirring the dough.

"Surely good?" I hesitated.The flower turned off the mixer machine for a while, then tilted his head while thinking.

I think he tried to recall the ingredients that had been mixed into the dough in the basin he held.

"It looks like it's going to be good, aunt already really did follow the tutorial." Then Bungamen's mother turned on her mixer machine again, continued stirring.

"May be really good." I said with doubt.

I then looked towards the family room. There, there is a Flower who is busy writing something in the notebook, with a prone position on the floor, behind the sofa. While the television in front of the sofa was left on, it aired a live news broadcast.

"Why is she aunty? It's cold like this even lying on the floor." I whispered a little to his mother Bunga, while glancing towards Bunga.

"Do not know, but already aunty asked to move to the sofa so as not to catch a cold, but he did ngeyel. He said, again find inspiration." Replied his mother Bunga while continuing to stir the dough. I then stepped into the room

family while cool eating potato chips. I walked past the lying-again Flower on the floor of the room, then sat on the sofa that was right next to the Flower, in front of the still-lit television. Flowers seemed unaware that I had just seen her, she seemed to be busy writing in her notebook.

Occasionally the flower stops writing to think, then writes again. His face looks very serious. I put my head on the top of the sofa backrest to pay attention to the busyness of Flowers, I was curious about what Flowers were working on.

"What to do?" Ask Me On Flowers.

"Sstt. diem, don't bother me." Flowers kept writing while answering.

"Judah." I then, turned his gaze away from Flowers and chose to watch television.

I watched the television leisurely in the family room belonging to the Bunga family. While the host is busy with their respective affairs. This kind of atmosphere has been common lately, to be exact, this week.

Because of the close relationship between me and the Flower family, I can get this relaxed when visiting. Likewise, the opposite, Bunga also often visit my home and act very relaxed like at home.

Sometimes, Bunga comes to my house just to borrow stuff, whether it's school supplies and other items such as comics, mobile phone charger, hair dryer have my sister or others.

Even so relaxed relationship between us, sometimes me and my sister deliberately let the items borrowed by Bunga and his mother Bunga remain in the family home Bunga. For example, the PS4 console is under the table where the television is placed. Yes, there's a PS4 console complete with both sticks, and it's mine that pinned the same Flower from three days ago.

My PS4 is still there not because Bunga does not want to return it, but because I am too lazy to pluck

the cables that are still connected to the television, I

"Yahukk...!! Couldn't it be that the sound of the mixer was slightly chafed?!! so annoying, I can't concentrate!!" The flower slightly yelled at her mother, due to the annoying sound of the mixer.

The kitchen and living room in this house are in one room, without being separated by walls or anything, so the sound of the mixer being used by his mother Flowers can be heard clearly in the family room.

"You are weird, the sound of a mixer where it can be small," said his mother Flower.

"Judah if that's the mixer muter slowly!" Flower Command.

"Later not flat, son of the dough!!"

Flowers silent.

"Part of you from earlier I told you to play in the room do not want to, wrong yourself." Her Mother Bunga.

I was still casually watching television, not caring about the ongoing mother-daughter debate behind me, it was common. Now the television channel has moved that was originally broadcast live news, I moved into a comedy show. I took the time to find inspiration for the comic script that I was working with Adit.

While watching television while leaning on the sofa, suddenly the head of the Flower appeared just to the left of my head, Flower put her chin on the top of the sofa backrest.

"Sir.., Riyan." Flowers call me in half whispers.

"What?" Ask me.

"Please dong, tell my mom to stop!" Flowers pleaded, still in a quiet voice, worried that her voice was heard by the mother.

"Allah..emang why the hell? Let's just say, and also the sound of the mixer stops if he has finished stirring the dough." I turned towards the face of the Flower who was staring forward, towards the television.

Our faces are close to each other now, but we are ordinary, there is no vibration in each other's hearts, as if we are both siblings.

"Partially, you can move into the room." I continued.

The flowers patted me on the shoulder a little harder.

"No, this is my inspiration room!" Firm Flowers.

"Inspiration room?" I said dalem heart.

"What hell is it? PR does not need to be inspired by everything, but must read a book." I rubbed the shoulder that was patted by Flowers.

"Gue no longer knows PR, but again find the right words for me to make the lyrics in the intro part of the song lo kemaren!" Flower Words.

After saying that he stood up, then walked to the side of the sofa, then sat down next to me.

"It's not the sound of the mixer, but what you make." Bunga looked at his mother who was still busy with dough, then looked at me again and said, "Lo still want not, you used to bring sponge cake to your house?" The flower asked while whispering softly.

Suddenly my mind floated to one night when they just moved.

That night when my brother and I were again relaxing in the living room, suddenly his mother Bunga came carrying a plate of sponge bread with a large ukura. Unbeknownst to his mother Bunga, it turns out he was followed by two people secretly. The two men were Bunga and his father.

At first they were just watching from afar, but then came into the house. Standing behind her mother Bunga, Bunga and her father attempted to signal by pointing their thumbs at me and sister without her mother's knowledge. They both held up their thumbs while moving their lips, as if trying to tell something that should not be known by his mother Bunga.

I and my sister had a strange feeling with the behavior of Bunga and his father. Why are they acting like that? That's what my brother thought when he saw Bunga and his father acting strangely against his mother Bunga.

However, my brother and I finally understood the intention of the gesture Bunga and his father after tasting the sponge bread brought by his mother Bunga.

The sponge bread was really bad, it tasted terrible, to the point that I wanted to throw up on the spot.

But we both had to lie. I and my sister agreed that the sponge bread was delicious when the terrible sponge bread bearer asked about our opinion. my brother and I did it because they started to understand the cues of Flowers and her father.

I and my brother lied about the taste of the sponge bread because the sponge bread was made by his mother Bunga himself.

If my sister and I told her that her mother's sponge bread Bunga is not good, then what will happen is, her mother Bunga will remake the sponge bread whose recipe she took from the internet. Then tell people to taste it again, and it has been made sure the taste of the bread ball will not be much different from before that is, terrible, until it can not be explained in words.

That day, Bunga's mother had several times to remake the ball bread because Bunga and his father said it was not good, and just stop trying to make it again after Bunga and his father lied by saying that the ball bread is delicious. But unfortunately, his mother Bunga even pergike my house to offer sponge bread for him with full confidence.that's why Bunga and his father came to my house to give a warning.

Arguably, they both were a little traumatized tasting the bread sponge made by his mother that terrible flower.

I returned with my consciousness after recalling that, I gulped after hearing the question from Bunga. I nodded in fear as I said, "yes, I inget."

"Lo don't want to eat my mom's sponge bread anymore?" Scaring flowers.

I just shake my head. Really do not want to taste the bread sponge made by his mother Bunga again, imagine it has made the stomach nauseous.

"Well, that's why, you try to think of something, yan. Lo tell me what cake it is, let my mom stop making balls." Flowers begged once again.

I thought for a moment. Of course, it is not possible to bluntly tell his mother Bunga to stop from his busy life just like that.

Although I knew that I would not get angry because his mother Bunga is a good person, but still he still had the unpleasant feeling to tell his mother Bunga to stop. Moreover, actually the intention of his mother Flower was good, he just wanted to make a good sponge bread for his family, but unfortunately he failed repeatedly.

"The only way is, wait for my mother to come here. He will definitely help your mother, my mother is a cook, surely if I make the balls in my mother help the results will be good." I while holding my chin when saying that.

My mom is now off with her job. He's home now. My mom's a cook, she's our savior.

"yes, your mother is a pinter making food. I recently ate brownies made by your mother, a very good oath" said Bunga.

Enthusiastically, the flower rose from the sofa.

"In the meantime, I'm going to your house and tell your mom to come here. I know you must be a mager if I tell you to."

Flowers then walked towards the side door that was in the kitchen.

"Where are the flowers going?" Ask her mother when Bunga passes through the kitchen.

"To the house Riyan bothered" replied Flowers while opening the door.

"Riyan is here, you want to go to her house, what kind of house?" Her mother Bunga tried to joke.

"Pick up my pencil, miss" Flower replied as she walked down the path that led straight to my house.

Seriate...