KELANA
45.

He wanted to tell his father and mother the dream, but they had not yet returned to teach, still in school. I just came home later. Feels too long.

Finally Siti Aisyah took a picture of the dream event she had written earlier on a piece of paper and sent it to her Father and Mother.

The problem is that if you are in school, both parents rarely hold a mobile phone. This is one of the rules in the School, so that teachers focus on educating their students.

When Aisy, who calls Siti Aisyah, is upset, she sees a metallic black Avanza car entering her spacious yard.

Siti Aisyah immediately ran down. He knows who's coming. It was his car. Atuk or Tuk is the nickname of the Malay tribe of Riau against Grandpa.

He greeted Atuk and his Grandma with sign language. After greeting the two of them, then he brought the two of them in and sat down in the living room.

Kamisah's grandmother stroked her grandson's hair asking, "You didn't go to college, Aisy?"

Siti Aisyah shook her head. Then he gestured saying that he was on leave for a while.

Kam's grandmother understood what was conveyed by Siti Aisyah, in contrast to Tuk Udin, she was slow to understand if she used sign language, she preferred Siti Aisyah to use her writing if she wanted to talk.

Every time there is free time, they both always take the time to visit here, to see their favorite grandchildren.

Usually Siti Aisyah is always cheerful if they meet them no matter the pain she suffers.

But today, her face looked gloomy, even though Siti Aisyah had tried to disguise it but still could not fool the sharp eyes of Tuk Udin.

These elders, Atuk Udin was a capable silat swordsman.

Until now he still often trains him so that his body still looks healthy and dashing despite having turned seventy years old.

His eyes are still alert without having to use glasses and still strong driving his own car.

"What's wrong, Cu, how come your face is so moody? What's the matter? Tell me about it atuk!" Her request.

Usually the gagu are deaf. Unlike Siti Aisyah, she was just gagu while her hearing was healthy, there was no problem.

He then wrote in a book and pointed at Tuk Udin.

"the dream? Three nights in a row?" Udin Tuk's eyebrows raised.

Siti Aisyah wrote, "Is there any meaning, Tuk? Aisy keeps thinking out of curiosity."

"Try me to tell! There's most likely a meaning to this." Pinta Tuk Udin's.

Siti Aisyah took out the paper that was brought from her room earlier and handed it to her Atuknya.

Tuk Udin read it seriously. When he finished, he gave the paper to his wife. He looked at Siti Aisyah, "So you really dreamt of meeting and talking to a young boy named Mumu on the banks of the Siak river three nights in a row?" Ask Tuk Udin to be sure.

Siti Aisyah nodded.

"Do you know the young man or have you met before? We can dream of people we've known."

Answered Siti Aisyah with a coil.

"If you don't know him how do you know his name, Aisy?" Grandma Kam went with the nimbrung.

Siti Aisyah signaled that it was the young man who introduced himself.

The two old men's eyebrows were wrinkled. There is no clue to this dream. Probably just an ordinary dream. Tuk Udin believed his grandson had seen the young man's face somewhere somehow so unconsciously it was present in his dream. No need to think about that dream anymore.

As he was about to respond to his grandson's dream, he turned to his grandson as his wife said, "Do you remember what you guys were talking about and where the young man came from, Aisy?"

This time Siti Aisyah replied with writing because her words were rather long.

Tuk Udin slapped the back of the chair while exclaiming, "That's the key! That's key! Why didn't you tell me from earlier, Cu?"

Eyes sparkling. He immediately reached into his pocket and immediately called someone in the Land of Males. Not many people know that the Land of Males is the name of the city of Selatpanjang in the days of the ancient kingdom.

If this dream has meaning according to his interpretation, this young man named Mumu is certainly not an ordinary person. At least he could be a clue to his grandson's recovery.

Shortly thereafter, the call was immediately connected. After having a stale talk asking each other news, Tuk Udin went straight to the core of the conversation.

"So there's no one named Mumu? The son of an official or the son of a shaman?" Tuk Udin's old face instantly showed disappointment. Shortly thereafter, he broke his phone.

"Who did you call, sir?" Ask his wife curiously.

"Call a friend in Selatpanjang. Want to find information about the young man in the dream. But it seems not to be a match.

"So you believe in that dream?"

Tuk Udin nodded.

"We go home first, Cu. I'll find out information about the young man. You just calm down. How to know with the intercession we can find a healer who can cure your disease." Tuk Udin said excitedly.

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When returning from Juling market, Mumu stopped for a while at the fruit market. He bought the fruit of the salak sekilo cost fifteen thousand.

"This apple how many seeds, bang?"

"Eight thousand, brother." Justjust wonderful.

"What wine, bang?"

"The black fifty-five thousand, brother. If the red is seventy thousand." Your mumu can only be agape.

Rich people should be healthy. Because only those who can buy and consume fruits on a regular basis.

The ordinary people would find it hard to buy it.

'How about applying four perfectly healthy five if it's like this?' thought Mumu.

Seventy thousand already got five kilos more rice. If asked to choose, ordinary people prefer to buy rice rather than buy grapes.

Mumu could only shake her head.

From the Mumu fruit market go straight home through the junction of the clock, the four intersection between Merdeka road, Diponegoro road and Kesehatan road.

Mumu deliberately took the path of cutting because it was closer.

As he passed through the Gelora field on Yos Sudarso road, two motorcycles with four passengers blocked his path.

One of them riding a Ninja motorcycle got off his bike and opened his helmet.

Apparently Amran!

Your blood is a little churned. Amran is not deterred also on the matter he has beaten several times.

Is it possible to ask to be thumped again this child?!

Mumu immediately got off the bike and approached Amran.

"Amran! What do you mean, blocking my way?" Grumpily Mumu.