MY CHATTY WIFE
SNACKS
I was brought to eat with my mother complex.
From her age is still said to be all young mama.
Ms. RT has babies less than one year old. Her face is small cute, nose pointed, eyes slightly squinty, hooded, pretty.
"Assynoltom... Ms. RT.." shouted Mpok Rodiyah.
"Wa'alaikum salam.." sahut from inside the house.
"Eh has come yes, please.." let us sit on the mat that has been prepared in front of his house. Bu RT's house is twice as big as mine and Mpok Rodiyah's.
"Just a minute, Mrs Sukro. Ms. Basreng has not come.." Ms. RT's words made my eyes perfectly round. What's more basreng. snacks, right. Why use it, Mom?.
I scratched my head that didn't feel itchy actually.
"It's okay, Ms. RT. Oh yeah, this is our new neighbor. Miss Basin." Mpok Rodiyah introduced herself by calling Ms. Baskom. It made me look up and raise my eyebrows towards his face.
"Yes, Basin is Ma'am. Baskoro and Kokom." with a simple smile Mpok Rodiyah shortened my name and husband so, Baskom.
"Oh yes, greetings Ma'am..I'm Miss Santu," she thrust her hand, I grabbed her and shook hands.
"Kokom.." I replied.
"Don't take heart, Ma'am, we're here to shorten our own calls to make them look more familiar and funny." he chuckled.
"Yes, if Bu RT calls Bu Sate. Santi and Teguh." Mpok Rodiyah. I nodded just following this strange introductory path.
"Sorry Ms. RT, Mr. Rodiyah. I want to say goodbye.." My words made the two "smiles" turned towards me.
"Where are you going to be here, soon Ms. Basreng came with another mother. We eat here, he said laper." said Mpok Rodiyah. Directly pierced into my heart. Usually, the Mpok does not need to be called hungry.
"Yes hehe, but I'm not good Mpok" I said with my head down, red cheeks shy this first introduce the most embarrassing.
"It's not good why, ma'am." asked Ms. RT.
I dare not answer. Just smiling with my red cheeks.
"It's not good because he doesn't bring food, ma'am." said Mpok Rodiyah. I want to shut his mouth that ceplos. "When mah, usually kite mah yes, ma'am." he continued.
Ms. RT smiled holding my hand, "What's wrong Mom, next time the mother who can ration a lot of good food yes." her words calmed my heart that has been hunting because of resentment and shame. I nodded with a smile.
We talked about introducing each other. Sometimes the mouth of Mpok Rodiyah still continues to surprise me with what he said. I have to get used to it, because Mpok Rodiyah is a good person with the advantages of being too honest.
Until finally Bu Basreng and Bu Ringworm came. I used that strange name. I shook my head.
"Assalamualaikum," said those who had just arrived. I don't know which Basreng is which Kurap. We answered simultaneously.
"It's so long Mrs Basreng, we're laper." said Mpok Rodiyah.
"Yes, Mpok. Understandably we have orok will wait to sleep first." reply one mother. The tall one was more than the three of us, her skin dark, small curly hair, her eyes round and lips thick.