Just a Servant
Dad why, anyway?

By slightly ignoring the father who seemed to mind me helping Bagas, I fulfilled my duty. Not as complete as usual if we were alone... It seems like Bagas knows himself enough not to "germanyja" me in situations like this.

Finish Bagas clean-up, following me who cleaned. After everything was done, I asked Bagas to pray our prayers this morning. I asked my father to be a priest, but he seemed not ready to imitate. He even had time to look at me in wonder, when I asked him to become the imam of this prayer.

"Sholate? You guys go first... The clothes I'm wearing aren't clean enough to pray." Answer father earlier.

I know, it's just dad's excuse to avoid praying. I should have forced her a little, so I would pray with us. But I don't know why, I'm afraid to do it. Fear is considered brash or pretentious... At last we were the only two praying. Dad might just be watching us from his bed.

Just now we said a greeting in the last moment, the sound of the door being knocked. I let it go for a while, while finishing our short recitation. But apparently the person who came would not enter as well as he would not just leave, if not opened the door. Therefore, still with my face, I stepped closer to the door and opened it.

"Oh.. mas e who came..." I said happy when I saw, if the one who came turned out in the OB officer that I was entrusted to buy pecel rice.

"Yes, this is the order..." Said the man while handing over the black crackle parcel. I accepted that crackle.

"This is change... " Next while handing over the amount of money he took out of the pocket of his work uniform.

"No, that's for you..." My word. "Hold you a minute, yeah." I hurried on, afraid that the OB officer might leave.

I immediately stepped up to take my handbag. I took another piece of blue money and immediately went back to the OB.

"Mas.thank you. Sorry, it's just to add breakfast side dishes..." I said while giving the money I had folded into his hand.

"Eh, there's no need to..." Reject the officer.

"Have taken it. Let me feel good if I want to ask for help again..."

"God willing, ma'am. If I can for sure I help. emmm thank you, mbak..."

"Everything... " I answered with a smile as soft as possible.

The officer nodded to excuse me. I waited until he got away, just closed the door.

"Dad.. his pecel rice has come..." I said tell.

"Buy pecel rice where?" Ask dad while watching the crackle bags I brought. His forehead is slightly wrinkled like a suspicious person or how like that, when he noticed that the friction that I carry is too large from the contents and there are used marks.

It is clear that this pecel rice seller is not a professional trader who pays attention to the aesthetics of the product packaging.

"Buy around here... " Answer. I put that crackle on the pantry table.

I took off the face I was wearing, and folded it. I put the mucena at the end of the bed, before dismantling the contents of the crackle.

"Around here is a restaurant that opens at this hour...?" Ask dad to make sure.

"Yes, there's a... Here's proof. I don't know yet..." Reply ngasal. I-i know. The definition of the restaurant I mean is not the same as what I mean.

Make dad maybe the so-called restaurant is an elite dining place equipped with all sorts of table manners. Different from what I mean.

For me, as long as it sells food and provides a place to enjoy it, I might call it a restaurant. Yes... even warteg models can be, called restaurants...? 🤭

I opened one of those rice packets.

Hmmm complete also the contents...

I packed the open package with a plate and brought it to my father.

"It's yeah, the rice pecel... " I said while handing over the food that was still covered in banana leaves as the base.

For a moment, I watched the food in front of him.

"It looks good, yeah..." My comment was convincing. After that I turned back to the pantry table to open the other package.

I also prepared rice for Bagas and myself. Everything I give spoons and base dishes to make it safer when eating.

"Mas.. Let's eat... " Take me while bringing rice for Bagas mas to the round table in front of the pantry table, which is commonly used as a dining table.

"I want to be honest, eat at this hour..." Comment Bagas while directing his wheelchair closer to the table.

"Yes, but unfortunately can not be considered sahur... " my Sahut. Mas Bagas laughed.

"Yes. I know..." Said.

Mas Bagas already faced his food. I've also faced my ration. But before eating, I remember having to prepare drinking water for the two men in the room. Therefore, I took a glass and filled it with water from the dispenser available in the room. I set the water warm so it is more comfortable in the stomach.

"Dad, here's the drinking water..." I put a glass of water on the nightstand nearest to Dad. "This is Bagas' drinking water..." Continue me while stepping closer to Bagas mas and put his glass on the table in front of Bagas mas.

"Thank you." Say mas Bagas. He immediately grabbed the glass and drank it a little before starting to eat. I smiled in exchange for "back love" to her.

"Let's sit... " Say Bagas while pointing at the seat to his left with his chin.

"Yes, a minute..." I turned to my father again, making sure there was nothing else I had to prepare for him.

Dad started eating. When I turned to Bagas, I saw that he had also started scooping his necklace.

Okay, I'm done. Now I can eat...

I just shook my butt in the chair, and there was a murmur too loud to be called a mutter. But it's too slow for that to be directed at us....

"Who in the morning wants to eat pecel rice?"

I stared at Bagas. While Bagas, his hand that was about to bribe paused in the air. The direction of his gaze was fixed on the rice on his plate.

I turned to look at Dad.

What exactly did father mean?

Yep... Who else spoke just now if not the father.complete with a copy of intonation that Bagas used when asking earlier.

I looked back at Bagas. Looks like he was trying to ignore what Dad said just now. It's just that, when he bit the peyek, I saw that he was expending more energy than he should. Now I know, a little bit of Bagas was affected as well with the father's curse.

Kuraih arm mas Bagas and I squeeze a little show of attention and ask him to be patient. Mas Bagas turned his head towards me briefly with a smile, then he continued eating it.

We started eating again in silence..

Fathering... Dad why the hell...?

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