
“Za, finish the shower, you have breakfast! Brother has made fried rice for you!” zahra exclaimed as she sauntered out of the room.
Aiza did not reply, she was busy flushing her body with water.
Before long, there was a loud scream coming from inside the room.
“Astagfirullah.. Aiza's late! Help Aiza, plis!” The white-hooded girl was hysterical, running out of the room shortly after grabbing the bag and throwing it to the shoulder. He's headed to the dining room. One hand tote his shoes and socks which were then thrown to the floor near the dining table.
He took a plate and spoon from the shelf, sat down at the dinner table and ate the fried rice he had just picked up in a hasty motion until the rice splattered on the table. He snatched a warm egg. Zahra is really good at cooking. Already cooked fried rice, still frying eggs and crackers for friends fried rice.
Zahra, who was washing dishes, rushed to leave her laundry in the sink and approached Aiza.
“Don't scream, Za. Your mouth is wide later.” Zahra laughed and bowed and is now in a squatting position. Pairing the socks onto Aiza's feet that were swinging under the table. “Miringinmu body, let's easily Brother help you wear his shoes.”
“OK, Big sister!” Aiza obeyed her brother's orders, tilting her sitting position while her mouth continued to chew the rice, occasionally sipping water so that the rice in the mouth immediately swallowed.
“You use leggings for daleman no, Dek?” Zahra painstakingly put the shoes on her sister's feet.
“No, Brother. This is a huge rush.” Aiza's mouth was stuffed with rice.
“Hawpantesan nyampe here.”
“Iiiih. Huk uhuk...” Aiza choked and directly held her neck.
“Well, why is that? Just swallow it, Dek! Spoon don't come swallowed.”
“This hiccup, Brother.”
Aiza ended her breakfast by sipping a lot of water. But his hiccups remained stubborn, making his mouth continue to emit a strange sound.
Aiza got up from the chair and shook Zahra's hand and kissed her brother's back.
“Loh, breakfast is not consumed?” Zahra's gaze was fixed on the plate Aiza left behind.
“No time, Brother.”
“Iya, sorry.” Aiza ran into the kitchen and looked for her mother. “Umi, Aiza go to school first.”
Aiza's mother, who was born of the original Betawi ancestry, looked up and saw her flowers thrusting their hands at her. He wiped his wet hands onto a washcloth and welcomed his youngest hand.
Aiza greeted and kissed the back of her mother's hand.At the time of the emergency, Aiza did not want to leave her daily habit, greeting her mother's hand before traveling.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumussalam.”
Aiza returned across the dining room and waved at Zahra who was cleaning the dining table.
“E ehh... Wait!” zahra exclaimed, making Aiza who had reached the doorway turn her head and stop her steps.
“What else?”
“You forgot your clothes haven't been buttoned yet, tuh!” Zahra's gaze was fixed on the button on the top of Aiza's school uniform that was still open. “Danger if the appearance of the pennant in the palm looks like!”
“Ups, for Christ's sake. Could be on the breech Abang-abang down the road there. Duuh..” Aiza hurriedly buttoned her shirt.
“Each of her hijab is stretched down, so cover her chest. Don't even get attached to the shoulders.”
“Iya Most beautiful sister sekecamat. Aiza go...!” Aiza ran out again. Fortunately, there was a passing angkot that he could directly climb. Aiza was not a poor person, but she did not pick a vehicle when she left for school. Anything that passes in front of him, will be the target of his ride. No problem riding the angkot which sometimes smells musty because of the scent of other passengers who may forget to shower, which is important enjoy.
“Let’s go, Mbah!” serang Aiza ruled the angkot driver.
The other passengers looked at each other to hear Aiza calling the driver with an Mbah call.
If usually angkot driver called by the name ‘Abang’, but not for Aiza. Aiza likes to call the driver with what call, Aiza pays. If you are young, Aiza will call ‘Adek’, when it is clear that she is above Aiza. If his face looks a bit old, it will be called ‘Om’. And the older one, will be called ‘Mbah’. Fair right?
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