WHAT ABOUT ME?
40
In the morning Gita had awakened me, but the shubuh adhan had not been heard reverberating.
Even though I was going home, Gita was the one who looked very enthusiastic, even overnight he had made many plans that he would run when he reached my village when we were there not much.
"Je, come on, wake up, it's morning! " the exclaiming of Gita shook my buh that was still curled up under the seli mut.
"astaga. Bentar once napa Git, still dark this loh, adzan shubuh also not, spit in the eyes" grumbled me quietly with the nata that still closed perfectly.
"sook the hunt wake up and keep bathing, later we bad luck going home his village"
inevitably I finally opened my eyes, but I was a little stunned when I saw the appearance of Gita shuddering in the morning blind like this
"have you taken a shower? and, what are you going to wear clothes like this? " ask me while pointing towards Gita.
the reason is currently Gita wearing a thick jacket, trousers, scarf coiled around her neck and also Iluk.
it's like people want to climb, but in my village also the weather is not too cold.
"already dong, it's three o'clock I've been up, continue to bathe directly, beh seger really shower this morning Je"
I patted my forehead, when I heard the absurd answer from Gita, apparently he had even been bathing since three in the morning, where the water was still very cold
I read the clock on my phone, apparently still at 03.45 wib, should he wake me up for sahur, not for shower.
"not yet four o'clock have you woken up Git. yes I took a shower first, you finish the other! " i cried and then headed to the bathroom.
"okay ready! "
***
after breakfast we walked to the road to wait for the transport that would take us back to the village.
Gita had changed clothes, she was no longer wearing climbing clothes because I asked her to. At first she protested, but I tried to explain and give an understanding of the weather conditions there, he said, moreover, we will go home by riding an angkot, which will make us crammed later and it will make Gita uncomfortable.
"what time does the angkot usually pass? " gita asked me, she yawned a few times because she was sleepy last night
"just a minute later it's like come. sleepy yeah, so malem malem tuh sleep, not shower" I sneered
"yes the name of the person again enthusiastic yes this way, when else can vacation to the house temen, itung itung healing free"
before long waiting, the angkot arrived and we both immediately went up before crammed into the others.
"finally sit down too... " The Gumam Gita
***
30 Minutes later, we arrived at the border, I took Gita on foot because no one picked us up there.
Gita looked happy, he even walked quickly while looking to the right and to the left enjoying the view of the rice field that was greening.
I only shook my head when I saw Gita who seemed to enjoy her journey, even though in the same place as here, there is a residential area and rice fields, and, it is like finding a treasure at the moment.
"where have we been? " ask Gita when she finds a branching road.
"just turn left, 200 yards we'll get home" I replied.
***
after introducing Gita, mother asked me to take Gita to the dining room.
"yes, you're the same Gita eat there, you must be hungry" said the mother.
"actually we had breakfast ma'am, but because mom was cooking, I became a laper again, didn't they go back to kicking" Gita pointed at her rut.
Gita even looks familiar with mother, she is not even awkward to invite mother to joke.
"you there are, yes already there eat first, the food is ready at the dinner table, do not hesitate" said the mother.
"of course not ma'am" replied Gita
with the spirit of four five, Gita walked towards the kitchen, but this was the first time he came, but as if he had understood by walking ahead.
"turn right Git, not left, if you go left to the bathroom" I said when Gita was about to turn left
he chuckled then followed my instructions.
today's mother's cooking is quite a lot and varies even though the side dish is only chicken soy sauce, while the other is processed vegetables.
"can I eat Je? " ask Gita
"maybe, let's eat"
Gita took a spoon and a plate then took a large portion of rice, she also tasted all the menus made by the mother even though it was very simple
"sorry if the reception is like this" I said
"it's like the president was welcomed" said Gita "this is a really good meal to know Je, ntar I want to ask you to cook with mom! " it then started to eat his food.
"yes, at home do not want to help mom in the kitchen, uh turn here want to ask for cooking instruction, emang bener dah ah"
"cappuccino, wlee... "
***
In the afternoon, I invited Gita to visit Parni's mother's house. Mother said that both of Parni's children were coming home and they asked me to mother, so keep in mind that I was still at home, I took the time to greet them all.
"son Jasmin when to come home, it's getting pretty"
"yes, her face was so dull, uh now it's getting cleaner and brighter, so pretty!"
"where you? " some mothers of mothers who were in the mbak Nur stall greeted me
"iya ma'am, want to go to Parni's house for a while, he said om Iwan same om Tio again go home, all you want to kill them" I replied.
I didn't expect that some of the people who saw me would say something like this
after a little bit of stale I also paid to continue my steps towards the house of Miss Parni.
once there, I was a little surprised because it turns out that om Iwan and om Tio came to visit not alone but with their small family.
"Jasmine! " call someone to make me look directly at him.