The Stairway To Love
08.

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Helen's aunt's house was spacious, clean, and beautiful. The arrangement of all the household furniture and carved ornaments is colored in color with the paint in the house that is brown, bringing everyone who lives in it to all the houses of the classic genre. Moreover, the number of wooden sculptures as decoration makes the house like a classic museum.

That morning, as soon as Bass came out of the room, Bass realized that the house was unfortunate to be built in a village like this. Although the thought of people to live in the village is not always sad, but Bass still can not change his perception of it.

The man frowned looking at the spacious house, then he glanced at his room and tried to compare the room to the living room.

The room is small, but comfortable. The bed that was clinging to the wall could instantly take him to open the window right next to him. When the window was opened, there were flower pots arranged crowded and a fence that was only two meters away from the wall of the room. On the other hand, there is also one closet for clothes, one small glass cabinet containing books, a study table and chair, and one large glass.

Really, a comfortable room. However, his brain was a little messed up when he found out that Cleo's room was even bigger. He found out about it when his foot stepped foot into Cleo's room across from his room. Bass opened the room and saw that Cleo's room was nicer and more orderly.

"Ga fair!" its decan.

"Ga fair what?" suddenly a girl surprised him.

Bass immediately looked back and it appeared that Cleo was crossing her arms in front of her chest. Suddenly Bass had to turn his face into a relaxed look.

"Engga! I look at the spacious room, while my room is a small rich warehouse!"

"That's because you live here just a holiday doang." his cousin sissed with annoyance.

"It's not fair—"

"Udah yes! I'm the same aunt who's been waiting for you at the dinner table and you still had time to visit my room? Not polite!"

Bass realized that today is a private holiday only for him. His eyes were pointing towards the clock that showed six o'clock past five. Cleo was fully dressed, just wearing shoes. That made Bass chuckle softly.

They walked together through the living room and up to the dining room. Helen sat there and smiled welcomingly at her niece who led to her. The smile never disappeared before Bass turned away from his face.

"Let's eat!" take Helen.

Bass sat down at the same time as his cousin, then stared at the plentiful food filling the entire wide dining table. Bass frowned in wonder, they lived only two but the dining table was so big and the food was cooked so much. Is this one of Helen's aunty's welcomes to her?

"Kok cook a lot anyway?" Bass looked at Helen in surprise.

"There is a grandmother across the street who has breakfast every morning" Cleo replied ahead of her aunt.

"Yes, so the grandma is messan breakfast with aunt every morning, maybe because it's old so can't wake up to cook" continued Helen.

Helen prepared the fried rice in Cleo and Bass dishes, they ate in silence that morning. Time even went very slowly when Bass warned for today, tomorrow, and the next day to pass quickly. Unfortunately time ticks like a snail. Slow. Uninspiring.

Cleo finished her meal and then sipped her white water. For a moment he noticed that Bass was not focusing on his food, he stared blankly as he played the spoon in his hand.

"Don't bengong woy!" peekik Cleo while patting his cousin's shoulder.

Bass flinched then stared at Cleo's horror, making the girl shrug her shoulders pretending to be calm. Helen could only shake her head to look at her two nieces. She was happy that the two could stay with her lonely days.

"What's up?" Bass asked Cleo.

"Punches. Not too far away from school, not deket too, but what else to say? The road starts at eight o'clock, which is the time I wait!" the girl answered, rising from her chair. "Udah ah, leaving! Go aunty, Bass!"

The girl darted towards the living room while Bass frowned, turning to the corner of the room where there was a black bicycle parked there. The bike looked good, the chain wasn't broken and Bass believed Cleo could wear it instead of walking to school.

"Why Cleo ain't making a auntie?" Bass pointed to the corner.

Helen glanced at the direction of the man's hand and chuckled in amusement. "Cleo doesn't know how to ride a bike. Even if you know riding a motorcycle, aunt buyin tuh! He has no intention."

Bass was wide-eyed, he wasn't sure if there were still people who couldn't ride bicycles in this age. He laughed softly, he could not yet see why a Cleo, his cousin who was no less naughty could not ride a bicycle.

After breakfast, Bass headed to his room to pick up clothes and towels. She took a bath quickly overcame the coldness of the atmosphere which forced her to immediately sunbathe on the wooden chair located in the corner of the spacious courtyard belonging to Aunt Helen. The sun warms his skin from the piercing needles of wind.

Bass sat there and could immediately enjoy the expanse of rice fields across the small street. There are many water buffalo with mud as well as farmers who are ready to go to work. The man stretched out his hand to grab the phone he had in his pants pocket. He quickly tried to inform his friend.

"Damn it!" screech with a high tone

"Why?" helen asked suddenly, making Bass shocked.

"This is no signal!" bass replied still shrouded in annoyance at the completely empty network.

"That's why the like signal disappeared all of a sudden."

Helen approached the man while carrying a bushel in her hand. Bass knew that Helen had to take the bushel to the grandmother's house in question.

"Bass is just anterine!" said the man. "Bored here no work!"

"okay! The house is decked out, there are alleyways, enter, see only the most modern house there is a black gate. That's his house."

Bass nodded in understanding, "OK!"

"Also Bass, surely still want a deket stall there too right? Buy aunty big powder detergent."

"Yes, but Bass uses a bike?"

Helen paused for a moment then looked towards Bass. He understood that his nephew was used to the cars and motorcycles in the city and now there was no reason to let the man get used to the fuel-powered vehicles.

"You take the bike, but be careful!" Helen warned.

Bass nodded steadily then picked up the bike that was in the corner of the kitchen. In order for the tires not to make the house dirty, Bass tried to lift the bike and reach the yard to Helen who was still holding the challenge.

"It!" Helen gave the bushel.

Bass grabbed it and rode a bicycle. One hand held the bushel and with a casual paddle he moved towards the left, veering in the alleyway that Helen was referring to.

The village is not like a city that is always filled with vehicle smoke. The shades of green are timeless from every point of view captured by Bass. The fresh air made him a little more excited than he was this morning. He tried to forget the signal lost in time.

The man watched the row of houses in the alley and his eyes stopped when he saw a house that Helen meant. Large house with black fence, left row, and berpassi one house with the first house.

The man groped the bike faster and he got to the front of the house. It was a big house, the same as Helen's. The house is no longer semi-permanent and the courtyard is slightly smaller but decorated with many plants. Bass was a little unsure that only an old grandmother could not cook early in the morning.

Bass got down and parked the bike, for a moment he observed the house. He wanted to enter through the fence, but he was awkward about having to enter without permission. But she was also not sure that the grandmother could hear her screams.

"Grandpa!" his yell.

No one said it from inside the house.

"Granny!! O Grandma!"

"Grandpa!" shouted again.

Bass clicked angrily then decided to just enter through the gate. His feet went down the courtyard and arrived at the door of the house in pure white. The porch tiles are not sandy, it's just that the former Bass sandals make the sand he hauled fall dirty.

"Grandma!" Bass knocked on the door strongly.

The sound of footsteps approached and began to be felt in front of the door. Bass waiting and knob turning, door open. A grandmother was dressed in white and her glasses were in her eyes.

Far from Bass's guess. She thought the grandmother in question was ninety years old, in fact it was still like seventy years old. Her body was still healthy and her smile made the grandmother feel so happy when Bass brought her a bushel.

"Helen's nephew?" tanyakanya.

Bass nodded, "Yes Grandma! My name is Bass."

"Bass, great. Almost the same as your father's name, Bagas."

"Grandmother knows?"

The grandmother nodded, "Don't call grandma, just call Oma."

"Yes Oma. It's a challenge from Aunt Helen."

"Well, you want to help Helen, if grandma lives alone!"

Bass looked into the house. A quiet house and sound of television with a volume of maybe only five percent. It's pretty cool to go inside for sure. It is a pity that Grandma lives alone.

"Grandmother's son, uh where do you mean oma's child?"

Oma grabbed the bushel from Bass' hand then looked up at the tall man. "Working out of town, it's busy."

"Why didn't oma come to town?"

"Oma it's nice to live here!" he answered while looking towards his green courtyard.

"So who treated oma?" Bass started to want to know. I don't think she accepts that a grandmother of that age is left alone.

"Sometimes Helen comes to help oma, but soon the grandchildren will move here to treat oma."

The bass nodded. "Well work?"

"Still in school, third grade high school."

"Samaan dong is the same age as Bass, Bass also wants to go up to third grade oma." Bass replied in a loud voice.

"Yes, Difa will stay with oma. Oma was grateful because she was kind still willing to live in the village to ngurusin oma."

"That's good oma! In the village is also fresh, the air is good for health." Bass lied, he cursed fate to stay here.

"Yaudah, come on in! Stop by for tea!"

"Ooma trouble!" reject Bass. "Bass just come home."

"Yaudah, say hello to Helen. The challenge will be later in the afternoon you pick up, son!"

Bass nods then barks the oma, "Bass go first."

The man passed from the oma house and heard the sound of the door closing as he grabbed his bike. She was eager to see her elderly grandmother left alone by her children. If Bass is big, he has the perception not to let Sarah live alone in old age.

Bass turned around and took his bike to the road that would take him back to Helen's house. For a moment he observed every house and expanse of rice fields everywhere. There are toddlers playing in the yard with their friends.

Laughter graced their play to the point that Bass was astonished at what made them laugh. He misses the atmosphere of the city and his friends. Naas signal can not be invited to compromise and instead laugh at him.

"Aante!" he shouted as he reached the front of the terrace.

Helen came out and saw Bass already in front of the terrace. "What?"

"Where's ditaro's bike?"

"Aren't you going to see the village first?" ask Helen as she descends the stairs.

"What sight? Kerbo already! Sawah! The grandmothers! Especially?"

Helen shook her head and realized that Bass really hated living in the village. "Bass! In the village it is not just that! You look around again."

"You!"

"OK if you don't want to! Which detergent?"

Bass patted his eel for completely forgetting about it. Soon she returned to pedaling back the bike and got out past the boyfriend in a hurry. Helen could only laugh seeing her niece acting funny.

The man returned to the alley earlier, because the direction of the stall was indeed in line with that. As if Bass was at the end, he quickly pedaled his bike and reached the end of the alley. But there's no stall there.

"Yes!" peeked Bass when he saw a woman passing from in front of him. "War where is it?"

"Near RT sir's house" he replied then left, he seemed to be in a hurry.

"Which RT's house is it?" hiss Bass was annoyed.

"Bang bang!" Bass called another man who was passing by. "Where is Mr RT's house?"

"By the side of Bu Imah's house the tailor! You mean where else? Moving out?" the man replied, not relaxed.

Bass frowning. He doesn't even know who Bu Imah's a tailor. Isn't there anyone who can explain where the stall is clearly? What stalls in this village are only one?

"Ka! Where's shop?" ask again to a farmer who passed by.

"On sono! Beside Mr. RT's house!"

"Where is Mr RT's house?" Bass began to grow angry with the answer of an obscure person.

"You're handsome, you don't know where RT's own house?"

Bass breathed in frustration, believing he would not be able to stay any longer. "Yes, thank you! I'm that, handsome but stupid!"

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