MYS 26
Budi's family belongs to the category of well-established farming families but with a simple appearance. Just look at his house, which is in the typical pyramid style of the past, the wide yard is full of fruit trees and the vehicle is dominated by mountain bikes and a tractor that looks like he just bought it. Having five children with a gap of one year is great for me. My question is how does Budi's mother take care of her children?
"Oh, yes, ma'am. Anggi just wait here, okay?" I said then sat on a bamboo chair near a flowering guava tree. Soon you can do this.
"Come in, ma'am. Mother has already made sweet tea and boiled cassava," said Budi's mother looking out the window.
"Yes ma'am, so troublesome." my squeak is not good. Enter the spacious living room, as well as Budi's mother's workspace in the corner.
"No, ma'am. This morning you got delicious cassava, do you want to bring some raw cassava too, Miss Anggi?" Budi's mother's bargaining made me even more uncomfortable. He is a very good person, a trait that is contagious to all his children.
I spent about thirty minutes talking with Budi's mother before Santi came home. From the conversation, Budi's mother complained about how to deal with her five super-super children, especially the first three. It turns out that being a housewife also has its drama.
I'm curious, how will I be when I grow up and become a housewife in the future?
"Mbak Anggi...the bike is nice to use. Where did you buy it?" asked Santi.
"Dad bought it. I don't know where to buy it, San." I'm honest.
"Yes, ma'am. Be careful going home and thank you for lending Santi a bicycle." cried Santi accompanying my departure.
Fortunately, I also left my bicycle at Budi's house. I got to know Santi, Budi's sister, a kind and friendly middle school girl. But when I heard Budi talk about his younger sister, it sounded inversely proportional to how I felt.
Is it possible that Santi has two different personalities like in a mystery novel? Or maybe it's Budi who has a dual personality?
As agreed, Sunday morning I was ready to go to the beach with the permission of my parents of course.
Ana picked me up in a hurry as if putting on an expression of disbelief. Not because of me of course. Surely the source is in Jono's house or house.
"Do you know how many children Jono brought?" shouted Ana from the front seat.
"One class?" guess I'm from.
"That's true. Jono's crazy. What is he doing?" shouted Ana again.
"How do I know Ann. You'll find out later." I exclaimed in reply.
From the noise, I could tell there was a party at the house next door. Ana just parked her motorbike in the garage of the house.
"He thinks what am I trying to do? A useless girl?" snorted Ana still annoyed. Stepping wide into the area behind Jono's house which sounded very crowded.
"Why are you so angry earlier?" I snapped. I, who didn't know what the problem was, was used as an outlet for Ana's emotions, which often exploded like this.
"We're friends, aren't we, Anggi? Can't you give me a little leak, I'm like an idiot, you know..." Ana hissed. His steps automatically stopped when he arrived beside the swimming pool. "Hi... bro... happy birthday huh..." shouted Ana hysterically then walked towards Edi, shook hands, and then gave a small hug.
There was a long, large white banner stretching from one end of the pool to the other. A banner that reads Happy Birthday Edward in gold ink, Edi's favorite color. So, is this a surprise?
Instead of going to Menganti beach, Jono threw a festive party for his cousin Edi? And why is there a class of children gathered here too?
"Jonathan...it's my birthday too...where's the cake for me?" shouted Budi hysterically, as soon as he arrived and punched Jono in the arm.
"You too? Is it the 28th?" said John like he couldn't believe it.
"Eh Jon... do I look like a liar today?" said Budi looking less than happy. "Anggi...?" groaned Budi at me while handing him his student hard.
"Yes... that's right Jon. Let's see." I said as I handed the card to Jono's face. "Looks like you have to make another cake, Jon. If you can't sabotage this Budi has a party." my advice.
"Okay okay, buddy. Just calm down. What kind of birthday cake do you want?" Jono whispered then put his arm around Budi and took him to the back kitchen.
"Anggi... you finally came..." Andi shouted out of nowhere.
"Why are you here?" I said sarcastically. My mood breaker has appeared.
"I was invited by Jonathan." Andi squeaked and then walked away to see me, who didn't like him.
"So this is what you and Jono are planning?" I asked Ebi, busy rolling sushi on the kitchen table.
"I don't know. He's alone. Look at Ana, he's angry, isn't he told." Ebi's story is still busy rolling sushi.
"Yes, Jono's pride anyways," I said. If I were in Ana's position, I would probably be angry too. As a close friend when you weren't notified, how did it feel...
"I already understand, Anggi. He often keeps things to himself. Sometimes I wonder, who needs who? From the beginning, Jono was able to do things on his own, not like me or Edi... so it felt like something was wrong. " Ebi vent that I don't understand what he means.
"If that's how you feel, just tell the person, right?" my suggestion.
"As a boy... I can't talk about sensitive things like that." Ebi snapped. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Some sort of secret, suspicious smell.
"Well then, don't think about it... that's okay," I said I didn't want to prolong the unclear conversation.
"Want me to teach you how to make sushi?" Ebi offered a moment later, smiling her usual bright smile.
"May also."
If I have to travel using a vehicle called a bus, it is something that I avoid as much as possible. For me, taking the train is the best. Since there is no train between Prembun and Purbalingga, what can be said.
Another school activity whose purpose and purpose are not known other than a waste of time is a field trip. I think every child in the class must have experienced in their life something called a picnic, a city outing, vacation, or whatever. Why should it be added at school?
Not to mention that I have to sit next to Stefie who I'm sure will be a place to vent for hours, so I decided to drink orange-flavored Antimo.
"Ugh... you're drunk, aren't you?" said Stefie looking at me with a horrified look when she saw me taking the medicine.
"I'm sleepy Stef. I'm sorry if I drool on your shoulder later." I said lazily to answer the child's question honestly.
"So what about me?" she whined.
-TBC-