MYS 34
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For mothers, nine-year-old Anggoro doesn't need toys anymore. Apart from wasting money, what Anggoro asked for was always weird, which in the end led to the destruction of the toy because of my sister's super acute curiosity. For example, last month my mother came home with a remote car and in just three days the remote car was reduced to rubble as a grenade bomb hit. No toys last more than three days in Anggoro's hands.
"Ro... if you're older, just study engineering, okay?" My advice to my father is to see the boy's behavior being spoiled, inversely proportional to the damage caused.
"That's right, Anggi. Your sister is getting better." Father sighed more because he was tired and sleepy.
When I got home, my grandmother hugged me longingly. The six months I didn't go home felt that it was enough to be replaced by a warm hug from my grandmother.
"Why are you coming anyway?" made fun of Anggoro.
"I'm also still the grandson of my grandparents. Why are you always sensitive when I come home?" I groaned. Just got home and invited me to fight.
"The outcast grandson is so proud." Anggoro mocked then went to look for mother in the room. Want to ask the nothing to be a child.
"You impudent child. Even circumcision is still a bitch." my hiss. Make sure only Anggoro hears. If an adult hears, they can kick me.
But Anggoro did not pay attention. I'm also too tired to argue or just argue. The drowsiness that was paused asked them to return to dreamland and lay down on the couch, straightening the muscles that had been busy working hard for the past three days, slamming their brains until they became hot. The smile on the lips unconsciously expands just like that, finally, I can go home too. The DPR RI session was accelerated and immediately decided that Ujung Berung was the hometown of Anggi Sekar Arum, the station girl.
Grandma's house is simple but cool. The combination of brick walls with natural color plastered wood where the living room is made wide, almost a third of the house, which is usually used for weekly recitations or gatherings for grandfather's farmer groups. The house is never empty of get-togethers, it makes you always miss going home.
I was sitting in my grandfather's reading chair, he intended to unwind for a while after a long journey. And seeing the wide front yard, filled with various fruit trees and herbal plants just reminded me of Budi's house, which is similar. There is a little sense of missing classmates.
Then I opened the group chat room. Crowded with selfie photos of children who are on vacation.
Stefie takes a selfie in Anyer.
Ana with her sister in Parangtritis.
Duo R is busy helping a family celebration event in Cilacap.
Andi seemed to be performing at a wedding reception who knows no one.
Amad followed his abi to Pekanbaru.
The PS trio is still loyal to their PS sticks at Wawan's house, Budi also shows up at Firman's hand.
Abdi just returned from Semarang, invited by a large family.
Ade, Affan, Lukman are busy at the Youth Mosque.
Others have no news, also a trio of kibul who may be in Antarctica or on the moon.
I took a photo of a rosebud on the page and sent it to the group with the caption -My Village is already approved by the DPRRI- and Budi immediately replied.
Budi: amen...if you don't feel sorry for me, I see your face waiting for the eighth wonder of the world...wkwkwkwk
Anggi: thank you for the prayer
Ana: I ordered 3 besek, yes...
Abdi: me too 1 spin
Stefie: helo...what era are you guys still living in? is there anyone like that today? ️
Anggi: No need to provoke... those who have returned to their habitat
Stefie: Someone's angry here. Escape....🐾
I unconsciously gulped, holding back annoyance. Stefie, when she's with the others, really likes to make fun of me. Even though I know it's just a joke but doesn't he remember that I'm the only one who is always his last hope? Or is it the real character of Jakarta children?
In the past, I used to live in the area around Pasar Senen, where I went to school. Only six months, not that long. At that time I was only eight years old and had almost no friends except for a few boys and the school caretaker. I no longer remember how hard it was to live in a city called Jakarta. What I clearly remember at that time was that my father immediately asked for a job change when he found out that I was being bullied by a group of older sisters because of something I didn't know until now.
Bullying is nothing new to me. That's also what made me like this, which the daughter's mother said without classification. Tomboy no, not feminine. I also don't understand, all I know is that now I'm comfortable with who I am now.
"Teteh, that's a new cellphone, isn't it?" Anggoro's voice was already standing next to me.
"Hmmm," I said lazily.
Two things Anggoro happily did were interfere with whatever I was doing or complain about something that was his fault instead of mine. This time must be the first. Anggoro's eyes were fixed on the cellphone that I was holding.
"Can I borrow some tea?" asked Anggoro in a tone as sweet as expired sugar.
"Later, are you wearing it again, can you see?" I'm reluctant.
"Okay then." then Anggoro just left. I know it's just a trick. Like a tiger ready to stalk its prey.
But I don't care. Just relax for one day. My vacation here is only five days and one day has been cut off. Even if it's my younger sibling who's bothering me...I won't stay silent.
But I fell asleep in the chair. When you wake up, your cellphone is no longer in your hand. It had passed into the hands of an eight-and-a-half-year-old boy who had just been circumcised yesterday. Fun fiddling with the HP screen. I don't mind Anggoro borrowing his cellphone, after all, none of the contents are important. But, can he give permission first?
"Eh, I'm already awake. I was about to fall so I borrowed it first," said Anggoro, only glancing for a moment and then busy again.
"Yes. Don't forget to charge it when the battery runs out. Your habit doesn't go away either." I said leaving Anggoro alone.
The boy just nodded in agreement.
Sleepiness makes you hungry. Finding what food is in the kitchen is absolute. And what I got filled with the empty serving hood made me remember that today is Thursday. Fasting house people. Mom and dad must have gone out to find food on their own. No wonder Anggoro behaved strangely like a cat left by its mother and for real.
The remaining energy that I have, I use to find one or two ingredients that can be cooked. In my heart, I grumbled loudly, everywhere if a favorite grandson came home, delicious food would be made. In reality, that's not what happened to me. Everyone at home went somewhere, leaving me alone with Anggoro.
-TBC-