
Today is Sunday.I did not go to school.I and my sister Fadhil intend to follow the father to the garden.After finishing breakfast we immediately prepare to leave.Dad immediately put forward his motorbike to the garden.
Half an hour later we arrived.The father's garden was still about 200 meters away from where we parked the motorbike, and we had to walk to get there,because the motorbike has not been able to pass the road.After walking for approximately five minutes, we finally arrived at my father's garden.
Fadhil and I ran for joy to see my father's garden filled with rambutan and citrus fruits.
"Wah can eat as much as I can." said Fadhil while approaching the thick rambutan tree fruit.
"Yes, father, I want to pick this rambutan fruit" I said as I walked closer to Fadhil.
"Yes son, pick ripe fruit continue to put in this basket, you can also eat as much." said father while giving a basket to fill the fruit.
"Dad wanted to check the yam garden first over there" continued the father as he walked away from the two of us.
Fadhil and I immediately picked rambutan fruit that is ripe, then put it in the basket.Once also we intersperse by eating the fruit we picked.
Time continues to run does not feel the day is getting daytime.
"Son, come here we rest first."call me while sitting on a bate-bate (a hut but it doesn't have a wall just on the roof).
Me and Fadhil immediately headed for the bate-bate to approach Dad.
"Come, son, we have lunch first."sajak father while opening lunch made by mother earlier.
While we were eating lunch, the rain came down and we rushed to finish our meal, so that we would go home soon before the rain came down.
Suddenly from the south came the sound of people screaming.
"Kuuukkk.." The sound of people shouting (such a sound is our hallmark in this village if it tells us that there are people in this forest besides us).
"Kukkk.."I also shouted back that guy.
"Who's well."I asked Dad.
"Maybe Mr. Ahmad, son." replied the father.
After we finished eating, we got ready to go home.
Dad immediately carried the fruit of the rambutan that we had picked.
Arriving at the place where we parked the motorbike father immediately put the basket in front.When the father will take the key of the motorbike, suddenly the father just remembered that the key of the motorbike was left in the bate-bate earlier.
"Well let me go get the keys to the bike, get close too" I told dad.
"Are you brave, huh.??"ask dad.
"I'm brave for you." I'm sure of you.
"Yes, if so, my key hangs on the nail near our place of eating earlier." said the father.
I immediately returned to the bate-bate earlier.Accordingly there I saw that Mr. Ahmad was sitting on the bate-bate.But Ahmad sir his face was pale so, he might be soybean yes so rest here.
"Sir Ahmad is also in the garden, right.?? Me, Fadhil and Dad were also discharged from here earlier, after the rambutan fruit metic, this is going to grab the keys of the missed motor."I said at length.But Mr. Ahmad was just silent while nodding his head.
Keep looking at his eyes like a sick person.
"Maybe he's a soybean, so when I asked him he was just silent."I immediately took the keys of the hanging motorbike, and immediately turned back to my father and Fadhil.
"I am first sir."my reply to Mr. Ahmad.However, again Mr. Ahmad just kept silent while nodding his head.
"This is the key father of the bike." I said after arriving in front of my father and Fadhil.
"Father I met Mr. Ahmad in the bate-bate.But, when I asked him just to be quiet."ujarku told me about my meeting with Mr. Ahmad.
"Yes maybe yeah." I said.
After that we rushed home.
When we got home, we went in and cleaned ourselves up.
In the afternoon we all gathered in the living room while chatting warmly with a cup of tea and fritters made by mother.
"Well, you know what.??suddenly ask dad.
"Know what, haven't been told by you yet" replied the father jokingly.
"Hhh this father, the mother is serious again."tipal mother again.
"What the hell is it." wondered the grandmother who participated in the conversation of father and mother.
"This is loh, he said Mr. Ahmad was sick.He had been taken to the city for two days to be hospitalized" replied the mother.
Me, Fadhil and Dad exchanged glances.
How could Mr. Ahmad be in the hospital, while I had met him in the garden.
"It is impossible that mother, I had just met Mr. Ahmad in the garden" I do not believe.
"Yes right ma'am, so he's still kukunggon (yelling to give a sign) in the garden ma'am."ujar father confirmed my words.
"That's ma'am." continued Fadhil again.
"O you guys, when people are lying in the hospital, say in the garden.There are you" said the mother who did not believe in the statement of the three of us.
"Well if Ahmad was in the hospital again, who was in the garden.??"many wonder.
"Where do you know." answered mom.
"But the real Nasya was you met Mr. Ahmad in the garden" asked the grandmother who began to feel astonished as well.
"The truth grandma, yes I lied." I told grandma.
"The voice we heard as well, that was the voice of Mr. Ahmad ma'am" replied the father chimed in.
We all fell silent with our own thoughts.I'm sure it was indeed Mr. Ahmad.
After Maghrib me and my father were sitting on the terrace.Suddenly the Dance came to hang out with us.I who was getting used to his presence that was always sudden, the,no longer surprised like the beginning.Because I can already feel that the Dance will appear.
"Why are you, I think there's something else on my mind." asked Dari to me
"Yes, I was amazed by the incident earlier in the day said Mr. Ahmad's mother again lying in the hospital and had been two days.Padahat I had met him in the garden." I whispered to Tari, who was not a child,not to sound dad.
"Ohh yes." said Tari as if it was a common thing.
"How come you're not surprised, Dance.??"I asked who was surprised by him.
"I knew things like this would happen to you."The future will be more than this Nasya."tari told me.
I just kept quiet while thinking about the words Dance just now.
"Nasya let's go in, let's go in a little while" said father suddenly.
"Yes dad" I replied as I followed my step into the house.