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32. THREE MORE DAYS

The participants in the living room were still laughing. Cold syrup has changed the packaging glass. Rice plus fried chicken has also been presented on the table. Mang gojek sent. Besides, there's a putu cake. Coincidentally, the cake baker passed by, the mother deliberately dismissed. The seller putu is very happy to get many orders. Ms. Nita ordered sixty putu cakes. The shrill sound from the direction of the Mang Putu wagon combined with our last laugh that still has not stopped. The active storytelling is not only Opik and Randi. But also Mang Jana. They tell each other stories. The eyes of Bu Nita and Pak Daud to let out tears because of laughing continuously.

"You guys, really make the house a rame. Come on ah while being eaten. It's up to you to eat rice or just putu. Double both can also. Free aja. Stay here, right?" Miss Nita wants to make sure.

"Yes, Mom. We slept here tonight. We leave early tomorrow, ma'am. To Garut first. We're curious about a collection of crazy toothpick boxes." Bu Nita looked at each other with Mr. David. Their eyes seemed to be in dialogue with each other.

"Yes already. After eating, rest. Jana sir can be in the front room. Opik in Randi's room is allowed, in Wil's room." Bu Nita set up our sleeping formation. Ms. Nita and Mr. David then left us. We continued eating while watching tv.

Before going to bed, I still had time to chat with Opik.

"This is a picture of Wil's mother?" Opik asked while watching Aisyah's mother's photo that I put on the study table. Opik chose to sleep in my room.

"Yes, Opik. Aisha's mother's name. Very good mother, very dear to my sister. Do'ain Aisha's mother." We both looked at the photo of Aisyah's mother.

"Silver is lucky, has a mother. A good mother." Opik's voice sounded sad.

"Have not been sad. Opik has a sister." Smile again.

"Opik must have a mother. Although Opik does not know and does not remember who the mother of Opik, Opik still must pray often for Opik's mother." Opik listened to my advice attentively. We continued to talk about various themes, quite a long time as well. Until I finally saw Opik falling asleep. There was a sense of haru when I saw Opik sleeping while hugging my mother's photo. Opik's lips look like a smile. Hopefully Opik is dreaming hugged his mother.

Early in the morning, Ms. Nita had prepared a full breakfast at the dinner table. The four of us were ready to travel back. After breakfast, we finished.

"Wil said yes, ma'am. Three more days, Wil's here again." Promise to Miss Nita. Not just a promise, but it has to be. School holidays are just a few days away. In three days' time, done with my business, Randi and I had to go home.

"Yes. Hopefully easy and smooth all his business. Don't forget to call mom every day."

"Yes, Mom."

Cirebon-Garut trip smoothly. Three hours seemed so fast. We've entered Garut city, headed for Leuwi Goong. This time there were no sleepers along the way, including Randi. all woke up, chatting, laughing. Maybe because it's still morning. It's only nine in the morning. The presence of Opik in the middle of us really brings an even more lively atmosphere. Clever opic, funny opic, Cute opic, too.

"Well, until we." White has entered my gate. There Mang Ijar is cleaning the yard.

"Wow... Is this Brother's house? It's so big, brother. The yard is huge, the house is nice." Opik sees left, right, front, back. All Opik see, from behind the glass of the car.

Car stopped. Opik wants to go down first. He immediately moved towards the pool, looking around the pool area.

"They're big-gede, brother. The color's great." Opik just kept moving.around the pool, running small from the gate to the terrace of the house. He sat for a while on the porch, then slept on the porch floor of the house. We were all happy to see Opik so happy. Opik woke up again, this time approaching the rambutan tree.

"Well, if it is fruitful, very exciting we quote rambutan. Opik will take part in the quotes, Brother." Opik is moving again to the left,

"Sister, this is the saung you told me last night, isn't it?" I answered Opik's question with a nod.

"Come Opik, here." Randi called Opik. Opik approaching. We had Opik kiss Mak's hand, Mr. Samsudin, and Mang Ijar.

Mak went back, soon came again with hot milk coffee, warm sweet tea and fried-fry as a snack. We sat on the terrace talking

"So when did the sun's children come?" Mr. Samsudin asked.

"God willing, sir. I hope there's no obstacle."

"Aamiin's." All guaranteed my prayers.

"Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane have been told, Mak?" Mak Asih nodded.

"It has. Later if the children are already here, Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane will even stay here. Sometimes go home." Readiness Mak Asih, Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane is okay. They are in charge of preparing meals every day for everyone in this house.

"O is. Thank God, good then. They can sleep in the back room." Obviously Mr. Samsudin. This house has many rooms. The room is large and there are six rooms. One room was used by Mr. Samsudin and Mak Asih. One room was used by me and Randi. There are still four other large rooms that can be used by children of the sun. The back rooms mentioned by Mr. Samsudin are small rooms, 2 meters x 3 meters. There are two rooms. Mak Ucih and Uwa Ane can room alone if you want.

"Come on, on going inside. I want to go to the garden first. The panyawah want to weed the grass in the garden. Let the porang plant can maximally absorb the necessary food substances." Mr. Samsudin went to the garden. Mang Jana decided to go home first. Mak Asih to the kitchen, get ready to cook for lunch later. It's me, Randi and Opik who are still sitting.

"Wil, still cape ga?"

"Ga cape ko's. Where else are you going?" Opik answered. I shook my head to reinforce Opik's answer.

"To grandma yuk's house. Who knows there is." Randi put forward a proposal.

"Yee, it's not like this hour grandma works help." Randi.

"Yes, yeah. But try it first. There's no harm, right? If there's no one, just go home again." That's right Randi said.

"Opik come along, Brother." Opik won't miss. I nodded while saying,

"Yes follow. But on condition, don't ask a lot of questions, later if it's home again, brother explain everything." Opik agrees.

We paid our respects to Mak Asih. Let Mak Asih not worry looking. We walked towards the gate. Before turning left I took a glance at the saung. Unlike usual, crazy people are not in the saung. The gate was open from earlier.