183 Days of Being a Lover
2. Porridge Breakfast

Soon after, Grandpa's name was called back. Rahma immediately stood up and approached the dispensary employees. The dispensary employee gave a number of drugs to Rahma. Rahma took the medicine and returned to her seat.

Rahma stood in front of grandfather. “I treat grandpa's feet first.” Rahma squatted down in front of grandfather and then applied the ointment on the bruised grandfather's leg. After the grandfather's leg was treated Rahma again sat on the chair.

“Later at home given more ointment to quickly heal!” rahma. Rahma gives plastic medicine to grandpa.

“Where is Grandpa's house?” ask Rahma.

“On Nyland road,” replied grandfather.

“Grandfather to here ride what?” ask Rahma.

“Self footpath,” replied grandfather.

Nyland Street is quite far from Padjadjaran road, especially this grandfather is alone. What a careless grandfather's family, thought Rahma.

“Other times do not go alone, there must be someone accompanying! Later the grandfather's family no one knows if something happens to Grandpa,” said Rahma.

“Iya, later Grandpa will ask in between,” said grandfather.

“Now we go home,” Rahma said.

Rahma immediately stood up from the seat and helped grandfather to stand up. Grandpa got out of the hospital. Suddenly my grandfather's stomach sounded. Grandfather became embarrassed because his stomach voice was heard by Rahma. Rahma smiled at the sound of grandfather's stomach.

“Hungry grandfather, yes?” ask Rahma.

“Iya. Grandpa has not had breakfast,” replied grandfather.

“Grandpa likes chicken porridge, no?” ask Rahma.

“Like,” replied grandpa.

“In front there is delicious chicken porridge. We have breakfast there. Rahma also has not had breakfast,” said Rahma.

Rahma drove Grandpa to the chicken porridge seller. Grandfather walked slowly and carefully. Grandpa didn't want this to happen again. They arrived at the porridge seller. Rahma helps grandpa sit in a chair.

“Mang, chicken porridge two!” rahma.

The porridge seller turned to Rahma. He smiled when he saw Rahma.

“Eh, Neng Rahma's. Tumben hasn't left for the office. Usually early in the morning already to the office,” said the seller of chicken porridge.

“So I went to the hospital first, Mang. Take grandfather to the hospital,” said Rahma.

Grandfather noticed Rahma's conversation with the porridge seller. The girl was always friendly to everyone.

“Oh, grandfather Neng Rahma is sick?” ask the porridge seller.

“Iya, Mang,” replied Rahma.

“As usual the porridge, Neng?” ask the porridge seller.

“Iya, Mang,” replied Rahma.

Rahma looked at the grandfather. “Grandfather, what's the porridge going to do? Telor or ati ampela? Or want to use both?” ask Rahma.

“Wear eggs only. Don't use nuts,” replied grandfather.

“Mang! One with eggs, don't use nuts!” rahma told the porridge seller.

“Siap, Neng,” replied the porridge seller. They wait for their orders to be made.

“Rahma.” Grandpa called Rahma.

“Iya, Cake?” ask Rahma.

“Can Grandpa borrow his phone?” ask grandpa.

“Of course can.” Rahma picked up her phone in the bag and gave it to her grandfather.

Grandpa dialed the home phone number and called the number. Grandpa talked to someone over the phone. A few minutes later, Grandpa ended his conversation. He returned his phone to Rahma.

“Thank you for loaning your phone,” said grandfather.

“Sama-sama, Kek,” replied Rahma.

The porridge of their order is ready, the porridge seller serves on the table. Rahma and grandpa ate their porridge. Suddenly a luxury sedan car stopped in front of a porridge vendor's stand. A man about forty years old got out of the car while carrying a leather punch. The man approached grandfather.

“This Sir his wallet.” The man gave the punch to the grandfather.

“Thank you,” said grandpa.

“Pak Select already eaten, not yet?” ask grandpa while eating porridge.

“Almost every day you eat fried rice. Later I told Bi Wiwiek to change the menu, do not fried rice continue!” said grandpa.

“It's okay, Sir. Fried rice Bi Wiwiek delicious,” said Pak Lilih with a smile. Grandfather turned to Pak Lilih then his eyes bulged.

“Awas, don't fuck around! Remember same son and wife at home!” exclaim grandpa.

“Not dare me, Sir. Later I was locked outside,” said Pak Lilih.

“Good!” said grandpa.

“You wait in the car. I want to finish my food first,” said grandfather.

“Good, Sir,” replied Mr. Select. Mr. Pick back up the car.

“That's who, Cake?” ask Rahma.

“Oh, it's Grandpa's driver. His name is Mr. Lilih,” replied grandfather.

They continued eating until their porridge was gone. Grandpa drank the tea water until it ran out.

“Thank you for all Rahma's help. If there is no Rahma, I don't know what will happen to Grandpa. Because Grandpa does not bring money and mobile phones,” said grandfather.

“Sama-sama, Cake. It just so happens that Rahma is passing by here,” said Rahma.

“Mang!” Grandpa called the porridge seller.

The porridge seller turned to grandfather. “Iya, Sir?” ask the porridge seller.

“What's all?” ask grandpa.

“Do not, Cake! Let Rahma pay. Kan Rahma who invited Grandpa to eat here,” said Rahma.

“It's okay. Let Grandpa pay,” said Grandpa.

“All twenty-two thousand, sir,” replied the porridge seller.

Grandpa opened the punch and took out a hundred thousand pieces of money. He gave the money to the porridge seller.

“The return just take it!” said grandpa.

“Hatur nohun,” said the porridge seller while bending his body.

Grandfather issued a fraction of one hundred thousand rupiah as much as ten pieces and then given to Rahma.

“This in exchange for hospital fees and buy medicine,” said grandfather.

“Not to be replaced! Rahma sincerely helps grandfather.” Rahma refused to accept the money given by grandfather.

“Grandfather please, accept! Later your money is less because it has paid the hospital and bought medicine for Grandpa,” said grandfather.

“ Won't be less. Rahma still has money.” Rahma still did not accept the money.

“Then grandfather asks for your phone number. Sometimes we make a breakfast porridge together,” said grandfather.

“Of course. It is with great pleasure that Rahma accepted Grandpa's invitation,” Rahma said.

Grandpa took his phone out of the punch and gave it to Rahma.

“Please save your mobile number on Grandpa's phone!” said grandpa.

Rahma picked up Grandpa's cell phone and typed his cell phone number on his. He kept his phone number with the name Rahma after which he returned the phone to his grandfather.

“You must have been late to the office. Surely your salary is cut,” said grandfather.

“No, coke. Rahma can still replace it with overtime. Besides Rahma's boarding is close here, so it doesn't matter if you come home late,” said Rahma.

“Be careful when you come home at night, many people ja*hat roam! Not to mention the pavement is a lot of hollow, making you uncomfortable walking night-night,” said grandfather.

“Good, Cake. Rahma will be careful,” replied Rahma.

“Grandfather go home first, yes. Thank you for helping Grandpa,” said Grandpa.

“Sama-sama, Kek,” replied Rahma.

Rahma helps Grandpa stand up and drives him to the car. Mr. Lilih quickly opened the car door. Grandpa carefully got into the car because his leg was still hurting.

“See you soon, yes. Assalamualaikum,” says Grandpa.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Rahma.

Mr. Likih closed the car door and then entered the steering wheel. From behind the glass grandfather waved his hand, Rahma returned a wave of the hand of grandfather.Grandfather's car rolled away from the place