THE 2ND MAN
Chapters 11. Seven Monthly Best
A sunny Thursday morning after a night in the rain. The birds seem to move from one branch to another. I wipe the sweat dripping on my forehead and neck using the back of my hand. Then I sat on the front bench straightening my legs, and tried to manage the gasping breath. This morning I was drenched in sweat because I washed my clothes and dried them.
Before long there was the sound of the roar of the motor that I knew very well, the motor of Dawn. And sure enough, Fajr came with my mother. Indeed, later tonight the plan will be held my seven-month schedule, because my content has reached the age of seven months.
Ibuk can be seen holding a sack of Bulog fruits that look fresh. My mother said that the womb is seven months old should be held rujak tingkepan. In my village, it still adheres to thick Javanese customs. I can only say what my parents say.
"Buk's morning!" When I approached the new mother coming down from the motorbike, I kissed her hand.
"Early, early in the morning, I'm a gobyos." My mother wiped the sweat on my forehead using the sling she used to carry fruit.
"Let's get healthier buk." Answer me with a smile.
"Non Jar's school?" I turned to look at my sister.
"This is just about to go mbak, all that nganterin ibuk." Answer the dawn and then grab my mother's hand and mine to kiss.
"Delight, I love to go and pick up the bell." Indeed, that's the habits of Dawn from his era SMP until now has not changed. Fortunately, the school was not too far away.
"Hehe. left first buk, mbak." pamit Fajar then darted using his motorbike.
"Let's go in." I brought my mother inside.
"Don't you come to the buk?" continue me.
"Say, it will be too late when the lecture will come with Dawn."
"Kok still deserted Nja?" Ask my mother to be surprised.
"Behind it's a rame buk, lots of neighbors helping." This morning the neighbors came to help. Because the plan will also be to study.
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Exactly at half-eight the house was full of the elders of the congregation, because it was on the invitation written the show ba'da isya'. And the event was immediately started, do not forget the prayer together as the closing of the event.
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I sat in the guest chair with my mother and father after the guests disbanded. While mas Ryan was entertaining his friends on the porch of the house by rolling out a mat.
"Wouldn't you like to nduk?" Ask my mother while stroking my stomach.
"Udah is not open." Answer me with a smile. I have to look happy in front of my parents.
"If you want something to tell Dawn, let me find it."
"Yes sir." I just say my father's words. I don't want to be accused again as a wife who can't keep the disgrace of her husband. If I ask my parents for something, my parents will think that Ryan doesn't care about me and my content. So I better hold it.
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