SANTRIKU STREET
part 56 MINGUAN NIGHT PLAN

Pov Dalari's

"A lot of time!" said Nawir while putting back a bottle containing cola drinks.

"Yes! who often Rul!, you shove us, like this!" I said with a smile

"If you want, you can stay here, so big brother or sister!" bargain Nasrul with a smile.

"Well, Wir! it's a chance for you, tore up Nasrul's family treasure!" said Heru while squinting at Nawir

"No! make what a treasure, because I think the most precious treasure is family, hahaha!" answer Nawir who ended with a laugh, mimicking a film that aired once a week.

"Oh yes, the plan is Later tonight we do it! let the Sunday night not be too long." asked Nasrul while dividing his gaze.

"It's up to who owns the house, we as guests just compensate!" I answered with a smile.

"Honest! I miss liwet you Wir!" said Nasrul while settling towards Nawir.

"Where do you want to go?" asked Nawir enthusiastically.

"In front of my house, let a lot of people who come, who knows you in the future. can open a restaurant!" nasrul suggested with a smile.

"Where's the restaurant, you are! there are only. in this village where restaurants sell!" heru Cibir.

"Yes do it anyway! If there is mah! After all, if it opens in the village, there will be no competition!" replied Nasrul while glancing towards Heru.

"There's only you Rul!" Reveal nawir while glaring.

"You guys don't shower first? asked Nasrul's mother who had just approached, because she was busy at her grocery store.

"I think Heru's afraid of fading, Mom!" My answer while glancing at Heru returned the trick earlier.

Heru only snorted annoyed, mocked like that, he turned his face, showed a nature of gullas, did not want to be reciprocated.

"Mending you take a shower first, after a shower, just eat! just now, Mom, fried an omelet!" Narrul's mother.

"Then I go home first, later After my bath I go there again!" said Heru whose house is close to Nasrul.

"Yes already! go home, come here again after we finish eating." drive Nawir out.

"You bad guys, if there's a new theme, the old one is forgotten!" Ketus Heru while taking the bag, then he left.

"When you want to eat, come here again!" Tell Nasrul's mother.

"Ready Ma'am! I was just intermezo!" heru replied smilingly, raising her thumb.

After Heru. I and Nawir were given a towel, to clean the body in the private toilet of Nasrul's house.

"Where are you going to take a shower?" ask Nasrul.

"Where is it! the important thing is to shower with water!" answer hence.

"At home can, at*******can also be! I happen to have a personal*****, the water is directly from the mountains." suggested Nasrul.

"Boleh tuh! Usually the water is very cold, can help us fresh again" said Nawir with enthusiasm.

We were also escorted by Nasrul who walked with a stick, to the back of his house. towards the bathroom, there was an atmosphere that was so beautiful, the rice field that stretched as wide as the eye could see, like a green carpet that was spread.

The bathroom located behind his house, it has a very large pond, decorated by colorful gold fish, filled all the ponds.

"This is! if people are rich, the fish are many, but never eaten!" said Nawir while watching the fish swimming.

"Why? You want? if you want, you can, take it!" nasrul seriously.

"Yes, take a shower first!" seruku told Nawir, to clean the body first.

Lazily nawir took a towel, which was in my hand, and then he went into the bathroom, which was made of bamboo like a hut or Saung.

"Bring her up don't be long, like a virgin!" I screamed from outside.

"Prophe napa! why don't you take a shower first!" Grunts nawir from the bathroom.

Hearing Nawir's reply, Nasrul and I just threw each other a smile, because I spoke like it wasn't serious, I just flagged it.

10 Minutes later, Nawir finally came out of the bathroom, it was my turn to clean the body.

After cleaning up, we went back to Nasrul's house, to have lunch first, before continuing our conversation again.

"It's just dreadful!" while Nawir looked in the dining room, there was a smiling Heru.

"Just kid! you guys want to eat good, while I eat salty at home!" replied Heru who had already taken the dishes, preparing to eat lunch, which was a bit late afternoon.

"Izin used to be a napa, same one who had a house!" nawir said showing a dislike face.

"What is permission? My people have a house, this!" Answer the Heru who does not want to lose.

"Have you finished the shower? Let's eat first!" bargain Mother Nasrul, while taking us a plate, and then store it at the dinner table.

"Oh this is it? it feels like a rich man! you have to use the table!" said Nawir while daydreaming, comparing with the state of his house

"What's it like, Wir? just watch out you said Mom's like a man!" Nasrul's mother timpal joked back, her hands were busy handing out dishes.

"The rich man, Mom! Not kayak, like!" replied Nawir while covering his mouth afraid of being wrong.

"No kidding, let's eat! later the conversation continued back, I want to go to the store first, help Mr. Nasrul." Said Nasrul's mother as she passed back to go to her grocery store.

The four of us just answered with a nod, then filled each plate with rice, plus side dishes that were all there, ranging from omelet, fried noodles, vegetables and salted fish.

"You eat this every day?" I asked who felt so cool with so many side dishes. Because I think, when you eat with this many side dishes, it will be mixed.

"This is not how much, if you are happy to cook again, can be full, the dining table!" replied Nasrul who started filling his plate with rice.

"Pantes only! just playing to my house, treated with salted fish, until you are so greedy, it turns out the food in your house, like this!" Timpal Nawir while preparing the rice in his hand.

At last the four of us, having lunch with joy, ate a meal that was served by the Nasrul family, and this was a wonderful meal.

Finish eating, as is my custom at Mr. Chandra's house. I tidied up the dirty dishes, used to eat my three best friends, then took them to the sink for me to wash.

"Let's go. Mom later! the one who washed the dishes!" reject Nasrul's mother who reappears.

"It's okay, Mom! god willing my laundry is clean, because I'm used to doing it at Mr. Chandra's house!" it's clear to me that Nasrul's mother doesn't doubt my abilities.

"Not so, you're a guest when you have to do the dishes!" reply Ms. Nasrul with an unpleasant look on her face.

"It's okay, Mom! besides the laundry is not so much, I should not feel good, already hitchhiking to eat, continue to be troublesome too!" I answered while continuing to wet the dirty dishes, so that when rubbed with soap foam can be evenly distributed.

"Yes already! then, but I didn't say yes!" replied Nasrul's mother who seemed to be relented, but she did not want to be blamed.

I just smiled at her words, then my eyes focused back on the dishes I was about to wash.

"Here you go, dal. Comeing! we're going upstairs!"  Nasrul invited me to gather upstairs, because Nasrul's house was so luxurious that it had two floors.

"First, I'll follow you!" my answer is to ignore his call.