The Story of the Children of the Juragan
234. Absturd Leon
"Sister, don't mind sleeping in my mom's room..." Fatim deliberately paused his sentence.
"Although narrow, if only for sleeping two people still fit really." Leon dropped his body on the bed.
The man patted the bed next to her, smiling. A sign that he told his wife to come closer. Feeling called, Fatim approached.
Carefully, she sat down beside her husband who was lying down.
"You're serious, brother. Want to donate to the mosque in this village?"
"Why are you asking like that? Of course I'm serious. Indeed you can't tell the difference I'm in serious mode and joking." Cerocos Leon, pursing his lips.
He pretended to be angry, because his wife doubted him. Fatim gave a faint smile seeing that.
Her husband was a little childish. He will not remain silent to convince others of his will.
"Okay, now I just believe that I've seen Leon's brother sulk like that."
Fatim teased her husband while blowing his ears, so as not to pursed his lips again. Prickle Leon's hair, because of it.
"Darling, you woke up a sleeping lion huh." Leon looked up at the face of his wife, who was just grinning.
"I want to put the lion to sleep. Let's not bite me."
Leon, tickle Fatim's distended stomach. Until he chuckles.
"Don't do that, I'm afraid my mama's bed is not strong. Could fall later." Said Fatim, trying to avoid the reach of her husband's hand.
But instead of stopping the action, Leon was even more excited to tickle him. Both laughed out.
Grandpa and grandmother who heard laughter from her grandson's room, also smiled happily.
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In the morning, Leon and Wulan wake up together. After performing the morning prayers at the mosque, the two enjoyed a morning walk around the village.
The cool air, and the air that still feels fresh make both relax and the mind becomes calmer.
Fatim greeted the citizens who happened to cross paths with him. Residents in the village were quite familiar with him, because they often stayed at Somad's grandfather's place.
The neighbors are still talking about Leon. Meeting and seeing Caucasians from a close distance, was really something for them.
The sun slowly revealed a golden light. The couple had also walked quite a distance, until the sweat soaked their faces and bodies.
Arriving at the grandfather's house, the two washed their hands and feet. Because the two were walking around, not wearing sandals. Then go in through the back door.
It seems obvious that the busyness is being done by a couple as old as Fatim's grandparents. The grandmother washed the clothes in a rubbed way.
While grandfather, as usual he was still busy making his wicker merchandise. Although there are those who sell machines to make a lick, but he felt the results were not good.
Every day he produces pegs for all five of his outlets. If grandma is done doing homework, she also helps him.
Because the grandmother had not swept the front yard of the house, which was filled with fallen leaves, Fatim took a broom and intended to sweep.
While Leon is interested, to see what his grandfather is doing up close. He was amused to see his grandfather holding and kneading the dough and forming it into a round and put in a hot pot.
"Is grandfather not disgusted?"
"Why should be disgusted, how to make lilok and meatballs, yes like this."
Leon had never eaten food in his entire life as his grandfather had mentioned. Due to the growing curiosity, the man finally wanted to give it a try.
"Grandfather, can I follow along like that?"
"Can. Of course I can. Take a spoon near the plate shelf."
Leon walked up to the plate rack and picked up the spoon. He then approached his grandfather. After a moment of observation and direction from his grandfather, he began to do as his grandfather did.
The first sensation Leon felt when he put his hand into the dough, was disgust. But he tried to remove the taste, then took it and began to form the dough into a round like a marble.
The first result he made, of course, was not as good as grandfather's. Can not be round, but even irregular collapse. It has happened several times. But he didn't give up. Until slowly the shape starts to be good.
"Neither in vain, finally the shape can be good as well." Celoteh Leon was excited, seeing some of the results of his finished hands.
On the other hand, Fatim was quite exhausted, because he swept the yard of his grandfather's house which was quite spacious, using a broomstick.
Even that broomstick doesn't have a handle. So he had to bend his body long enough. Occasionally he straightened his body, while breathing and stretching his muscles.
After that, it swept back, until it was finally finished. And burn the dry leaves in the corner of the yard of the house.
She went back into the house through the kitchen door, and saw her husband's face full of batter.
"God! He wants to make a peck, or he wants to make a face mask out of the dough." Fatim muttered while rubbing his chest and shaking his head. Seeing her husband's abstention.