MARGI Well
Chapters. 36. Advice Mbah Parjan, Mr. Jemari's Dream

Mr. Jemari continued to walk to his room, immediately he opened the door of the guest room.

“Kok yes use tear everything, even though it is exciting. I so lost got the science of the right kick.” muttered Mr. Jemari while removing his trousers that had been torn in the buttocks.

“If there is a problem like this I miss Mak Dinah. He used to patch and sew my clothes and pants if torn or hollow.” Said Mr. Jemari while observing his torn pants on his butt.

“I want to go home soon still can not be the same Mas Angga, pity also he is still waiting for news about Oma's health. I can't bear to remember when he was delirious.” said Mr. Jemari while wearing his pants instead. He then immediately left the room walking quickly towards the courtyard of the martial arts training grounds, he wanted to follow through on his training again. But when he arrived at the yard, it was seen that the children had disbanded, they had fled to the corridor that led to the dining room.

“I miss the lesson hmmm later ask Mas Angga who teaches ha. ha.. like Mas Angga if teaching school lessons on Marginah and Nesya it.” muttered Mr. Jemari while laughing and then he also walked to the dining room.

They all sat in the dining room. Food is available at their desks. The chicken opor that they cooked last night was warmed by the children who picket cooked in the morning. Children feel happy to eat breakfast with opor chicken side dishes mixed with taro tubers that are also carried by Mbah Parjan.

Mbah Parjan who also ate with them only chose to take pieces of taro tubers in a vegetable bowl served at the table.

“Mbah take the chicken as well.” said Ibu Sari who sat one table with Mbah Parjan while thrusting a vegetable bowl.

“Make something else, even though my teeth are still strong but I was satisfied eating chicken when I was young. Under the hill there are also many wild chickens there, I want to eat chicken just catch it.” Mbah Parjan said. The loud voice of Mbah Parjan was heard by a person in the dining room. Marginah who also heard then walked towards where Pak Jemari was sitting.

“Father is satisfied to eat chicken when young, make another one.” whispered Marginah near the ear of Mr. Jemari.

“Not yet, when young you are satisfied to eat salted fish until now. So let your father take the chicken yes.just a little bit the wingtip that I took.” said Mr. Jemari while showing a side dish on his plate and indeed Mr. Jemari chose a small wing tip so that others for children. Marginah then went back to her dining table. His father rarely ate chicken. At home it does raise chicken, but the chicken is often sold for added cost of living. Sometimes the results of selling chicken for school fees, buy books, buy eucalyptus oil or other purposes.

After eating the child is seen following the footsteps of Mbah Parjan. Mbah Parjan then sat under a shady rambutan tree in the courtyard of the orphanage.

“Mbah later exercise again yes.” said Angga with enthusiasm. Other children also agree if later continued training.

“Yes, later afternoon training again.” replied Mbah Parjan while smiling looking at the plain face of the child.

“Mbah said his home is far away still strong on foot?” ask Marginah.

“It is common to walk, and Mbah does not smoke do not drink strange drinking strange, eating also from his own garden and capture animals that are at times and hills.” replied Mbah Parjan while looking at Marginah's face and then looking at the boys' faces like giving emphasis so that they follow Mbah Parjan's way of life so as not to smoke and drink strangely strange drinking.

“There but must be permission same Mbah first if not the same permission Mbah will know the consequences.” replied Mbah Parjan.

“I know for sure will Mbah... ciat... ciat...” said Marginah while demonstrating the style that was taught.

“Ha... ha. Try to show Mbak the movement that has been taught earlier.” Mbah Parjan said when he saw the Marginah movement.

“Ayo Nga we appear in front of Mbah, if wrong to be corrected.” said Marginah while pulling Angga's hand. Angga also gladly complied with the invitation of Marginah. They both appeared in front of Mbah Parjan. Mr. Jemari who saw it could not stand then joined to stand and imitate the Marginah and Angga movements. The other child wanted to laugh at the movement of Mr. Jemari who could not be as free as Marginah and Angga because of the influence of his pants. But they all held back their laughter for fear of being scolded by Mbah Parjan. After Marginah and Angga finished acting continued by other children because they want to be repaired by Mbah Parjan if something goes wrong. While Mr. Jemari was lying under the rambutan tree.

“Come now take a shower break to be fresh again. Later in the afternoon we continue.” said Mbah Parjan then he stood up and walked to the guest room with Angga. Angga was very happy to get the story and advice from Mbah Parjan. While Mr. Jemari was still asleep under the rambutan tree. He dreams of becoming a whiz who can defeat the chicken thief in his village.

“My Queen Mother who has managed to bend and catch the chicken thief. Can I take this roasted chicken.” said Mr. Jemari with closed eyes. Sari's mother, who was waking Mr. Jemari, scrunched her forehead. Ibu Sari then told Mas Budi to wake up, while Ibu Sari walked away from Pak Jemari and Mas Budi, he walked to his room.

“Pak.. Sir..” voice Mas Budi patted the thigh of Pak Jemari.

“Commander, my thighs are fine, but if it may be his chest.” said Mr. Jemari still with his eyes closed when Mas Budi woke up.

“Pak... Sir... this is the chicken.” said Mas Budi while giving dry twigs of fallen rambutan. Mr. Jemari then bit the twig.

“Bah... bah... bah.......” Mr. Jemari melted the twig that had been bitten and immediately rose from his sleep.

“Ha.... Pak Jemari dream what to eat roasted chicken.” said Mas Budi while embracing the body of Mr. Jemari and still chuckling.

“Iya ask for thighs or chest supported by a gosong plug.” replied Mr. Jemari while patting Mas Budi's shoulder.

“Sorry sir, as long as Mr. Jemari does not wake up instead call me commander, calling Ms. Sari by the name of Queen Mother. ha...” said Mas Budi while laughing and walking beside Mr. Jemari. Mr. Jemari who heard looks shocked did not expect his dream nature to mix with real nature.

“What's the truth Mas, how come there's no Sari?” ask Mr. Jemari

“Just ask Ms. Sari.” replied Mas Budi, Mr. Jemari's face looks flushed with embarrassment.