It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 62: Dalem Tree House

The comedy show that I watched ended, now I look like I'm making a note on a mobile phone, the note is about some scenes and words that were exhibited by comedians on the show that he just witnessed, he said, I'll find out why that scene

it can be funny for me to then make reference to the comedy story that I might need later on when the comic is being made.

The sound of the machine from the mixer in the kitchen had stopped, the atmosphere in the house of Flowers was rather quite calm now, there was only the sound of television and the voice of her mother Flower talking to herself. He seemed a little confused while mentioning the name of the recipe ingredients from the food he was going to make.

Until now it is not known what will be made by his mother Flower, still mysterious.

I pulled the television remote button over and over again, moved the channel, tried to find a show that felt good. I have been changing television channels for a few minutes and never found an interesting event.

Nowadays, there are rarely good and educational events on television. The show that is shown on television is almost decorated by strange soap operas, gossip shows, exaggerated reality shows, and so on, as well as a talk show with guest stars that can be said there is no benefit to the community.

Usually, the people invited on the talk show are among people who viral on the internet not because of the educational value provided, but, but because of the strange things they do and managed to attract the attention of netizens.

In other words, people who work behind the scenes of television seem to place more importance on ratings than the values of the shows they present to society.

There is nothing else worth watching on television except news broadcasts.

Because I never found a television show that suits my heart, I then turned on the PS4 under the table, I decided to play games on PS 4 only.

"Riyan, auntie come out first yes, you are the same flower please take care of the house!" Her mother said Bunga while wearing a dark green jacket, she was getting ready to go out.

“Where is aunty going?" Ask me.

"To the supermarket bentar, buy the ingredients, there is still less turns."

flower continued to walk towards the front door after

saying that, but he suddenly stopped stepping and continued to talk."Uh, later if his father Bunga already nyampe home, his Christmas tree tell display in the corner there yes!" the Moon Flowers pointed to the corner of the room, near the stairs that used to go to her room Flowers.

"okay."

Her mother Bunga immediately stepped out of the living room after hearing the answer from me.

A few moments later there was the sound of the door being closed.

Now I'm alone in the Flower house. Sit quietly playing ball games from the PS4 console while enjoying a little potato chips.

Flowers haven't come back yet, it's been almost ten minutes since Bunga went to my house.

Somehow he could be long ago, set the goal just to tell my mother to come to his house, why so long. I have long suspected, lest Flowers even cool to talk to my mother until forgetting the same purpose?

Suddenly, there was the sound of a tree being dragged along the side of the house. I was confused when I heard the sound, then pressed the pause button on the PS4-stick to stop the game for a bit.

Trying to listen carefully, the voice stopped. Then the sound of the tree being dragged was heard again, this time clearer and louder, I was more confused because his voice was right next to the Flower house, which was, there were no trees around at all.

Not long after, someone opened the side door. My attention was directed towards that door.

"SURPRAIISSEE!!" there was a voice from someone out there, right in front of the side door, that person half-screamed intending to give a surprise. But no one in the house welcomed the surprise.

I already knew who that person was, and he chose not to care so much, choosing to continue the PS game.

I breathed a sigh of relief because it was not a thief, I could have thought that the voices were the propeller in action.

That person was his father Bunga who had just returned home from work, he came home with a tree that was quite large if made a Christmas tree.

His height was probably about twice the size of his father's body Flowers and leaves were still quite dense. Although quite high, but quite light to be dragged easily.

So the story is fitting Christmas event, his father Bunga did not get rations, kasian very. Because she missed her Christmas day with no family, she decided to celebrate Christmas again. Likes him to do it.

Her father Bunga is the type of person who is filled with joy, has a good sense of humor, and is kind, but also absurd. I don't know what his father Bunga thought to the point that he brought home a real fir tree that was big enough to make a Christmas tree in the house.

Her father Bunga went inside the house, leaving the tree outside. He looked all over the room and was confused because he did not find anyone in it except me who was playing PS in the family room. "Well... Where are the people, then? How lonely?" It's from the kitchen.

"Maen flowers to my house, trus aunt again shopping for ingredients to make something." I answered while playing PS.

Her father's expression Flowers instantly changed after hearing my answer.

"What did he do first?" The flower father asked again.

I pressed the pause button again to stop the play, then turned around, looking towards her father Bunga. "I don't know, check it out, there's dough in the basin, right?"

Her father Bunga looked towards the basin I mean located on the table andur right next to the mixer.

"yeah..."

"Well, what's that dough for making?"

His father Bunga lifted the basin of dough, then brought it close to his face, to examine.

After observing for a moment, he said, "it looks like he's making more balls!" Then put on a sour face.

"Ware it!" I said.

"Truly." His father said Flowers again.

"But the flower had gone to my house to tell my mother to come here, clean."

After saying that, his father Bunga then came out again, then walked backwards while bending over to drag the tree he had been carrying . He dragged the tree into the house.

The skinny oriental-faced man continued to drag the tree until it fully entered the kitchen, he then paused for the kitchen, he then paused for a moment to gather energy, then continued dragging it again.

He intended to put the tree in the family room. He dragged the tree without paying attention to the surroundings, until he accidentally stepped on the notebook that belonged to the Flower that was still on the floor of the living room.

Her father Flower dragged the tree until she reached the end of the room, while I just watched her with a strange look.

Finished with his work, his father Bunga was a little exhausted, he straightened his back while rubbing his forehead with his arms.

Now, in the family room there is a long and densely leafy fir tree stretching from the side of the room to the other side. What a strange sight for a family room.

“In your opinion, if it has become a Christmas tree, this will be good to put where, no?" Ask her father Flowers on me.

I stared at the evergreen tree from the top, to the end of the trunk, then turned to look at the corner of the room under the stairs.

"So the aunt nitip pesen said that if om came home, the tree was told to put in the corner there..." Say it while pointing at the place he means.

"But kavaknva will not fit om, the tree is too big." Continue me.

"Hmm.. Is that it?" Her father Bunga held her chin.

"Why should I bring a real tree? Why not buy it at an online store?" I asked.

"the flower asked for a real tree, not plastic kayak last year, so natural he said."

"Oh."

I continue playing PS. I was in the last minute of the game.

My team is two scores behind the opposing team, I almost lost. I am not so good at football games, I prefer games with RPG Action genre, I prefer games with RPG genre, or a game that has a good storyline.

Inside the PS4 I happen to still have tapes Pro Evolution Soccer 2020 and I am lazy to replace it, so I prefer to play with makeshift tapes only.

My team was defeated by the enemy with a score of 4-2.

"Your cup, no. Cook lose." Said his father Bunga who apparently still stands in his place while watching my game.

"I can't play ball games." I said.

The screen on the television shows the main menu screen of the game Pro Evolution Soccer 2020.

When I was about to pick another team to do the next match, his father Bunga suddenly prevented. "Et.et..et..take it first, don't pick the team first"

I looked back, looking at his father Bunga.

"Why om?" Ask me.

"We're up against." Her father Bunga challenged.

"Okay, who's afraid." I'm confident.

Although the ability to play soccer games is not how much, but I am sure will win against his father Bunga.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to take a shower first. Wait." Wait."

Her father Bunga rushed towards the back, to the bathroom.

The football game match between his father Bunga and I happened almost every mallem since they moved. Usually abis I study and leisure, his father Bunga nantangin play PS.

Sometimes the match won by me, sometimes also won by his father Bunga. But if in accumulation who has won the most in the last few months, then his father Bunga will be the winner, because it was from a young father Bunga is a pretty crazy man of the ball, he said, so no wonder he is also quite good at playing football games.

While I am not so interested in watching the game or playing his game often he chose a weak team because he has no insight at all about the world of football.

But tonight will be different, and it might also be a nightmare for my father, because I have been training, I have also read football articles on the internet. I'm really ready to win.

After about five minutes had passed, his father Bunga returned wearing a Manchester United jersey, his favorite football team. Complete with a scarf with the MU logo, and a MU logo sticker is also attached to one of his cheeks.

The skinny, oriental-faced man walked in style. He slightly widened his steps as he passed the evergreen tree that lay in the middle of the room, and again he accidentally stepped on the notebook of his daughter who was still on the floor, crushed by the leaves of the tree.

I could only squirm the series of events

Her father Bunga sat down on the sofa, right next to me, then picked up the PS stick and said coolly "We started the game!"

I just gave a strange look when I saw what was in front of him.

My mother and flowers finally arrived at the family home.

"Astagfirullah halazimm...!!

"Oh my goodness!!"

Flowers and my mother half shouted almost simultaneously when she saw a fairly large spruce tree lying in the middle of the family room.

Seriate...