MYS 19
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"My feeling is that it's my birthday, how come I'm the one who bothers you?" I moaned that I couldn't accept losing to Ebi to determine who should wash all the dirty utensils and piled up pitifully in the kitchen behind Jono's house.
"Let it be once in a lifetime." dodge Ebi immediately fled to the top floor.
"Here, let Mar's mother do the washing, sis," suggested Mariyah's mother, Jono's household assistant with a sincere smile that was sincere and selfless.
"No, ma'am. This is an agreement. Later, Mrs. Mar will check if Anggi has finished." I refused, even though it was hard for me to carry out the washing and washing action. But there is self-esteem that will be hurt if I deny and run away from responsibility.
"I'll help you." interrupted Jono who suddenly appeared.
"Don't you have business with Ana?" I asked surprised. Because from earlier they both looked so serious discussing something on the front porch.
"That's it," John answered briefly. Then, quietly busy washing next to me.
"It's not about me is it?" I asked again feeling bad myself because Jono was silent with a strange look in his eyes.
"No. It's about basketball. It's normal for kids." Jono explained briefly. It just makes me feel worse all of a sudden. As far as I know, the school basketball team is the most solid.
"I'm grateful." I sighed slowly. Still feeling bad.
One thing that makes me even more uncomfortable in the morning. The moment where I have to be careful when I want to enter the class. It's nothing really, it's just that I have to be alert when I face Andi who is suddenly in front of me. As it is now.
"Morning girlfriend...how are you?" The stale words that Andi always said in the morning managed to ruin my mood right then and there.
"I've made it clear many times that I have nothing to do with you." My tone of voice is as reasonable as possible.
"Don't be like that. Just so you know, my love has no time limit. There is no other but you." Andi said in the tone of a super old nostalgic song.
"I didn't ask. Get out of the way." I brushed past Andi.
"Anggi, please..." Andi whined even more. The look on his face was very obvious.
"What?"
"Could I have a chance? Can I try more to open your heart?"
I turned my head to listen to Andi's words, more like a stage play dialogue. However, that pitiful face seemed to be asking for an answer. I feel bad for myself and awkward.
"I can't, Andi," I answered quietly. Tried to steady the sound but failed.
The class was silent for a few seconds until Budi came.
"Anggi, I think Andi is PMSing, isn't he? His face is really like that." Budi joked past us.
In my heart, I screamed and wondered, since when did trunked creatures have PMS?
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My day hasn't been good since morning. Where the eye looks, there is Andi who is also experiencing the symptoms of a new generation of PMS outbreaks. Impromptu repeat. The preparatory meeting for the competition was also impromptu.
Not only that. Now, when it was time for me to go home, I lay down in my room...my front and rear bicycle tires mysteriously disappeared. Leaving a rusty iron rim alone without a partner. Who else is this?
Automatically I'm angry, annoyed, grumbling in my heart but who do I want to channel it to? Let alone the nose of the perpetrator, I don't know his name and address. He or whatever it was managed to do evil in a very neat, organized, and very sadistic. What sin do I have to be treated like this?
Instead of me getting angry and unclear, I'd better go home, walk fifteen minutes to get home. Instead of me stupidly looking for bicycle tires that I don't know where to hide, I'd better save my energy to go home. About how the reasons that I will give to father and mother can be taken care of later. Or I could use my savings to buy new bicycle tires instead of making up false excuses to my parents.
"Anggi..." someone shouted from the parking lot. Edi, who has no wind, no rain, came to me first, there must be a will.
"Use B when you scream." I groaned uncomfortably. The kids in the parking lot are looking at me, right?
"You want a job to increase pocket money?" The grin on Edi's face was still as radiant as the sun.
"Isn't it wrong, you know? It's also normal for Budi or PS children." My eyebrows rose, I was surprised that Edi was offered a job like that.
"Hmm...." instead of answering, Edi just silently looked around the parking lot until he finally focused on my bicycle, which was piled up pitifully.
"So long. I want to go home." I didn't get an answer, so I walked away.
"Where's your bicycle tire?"
"You know. Some people need it until mine is taken." I said reluctantly. However, my chest rumbled with anger that ignited.
"Help me, okay. I'll buy you a nice new bicycle tire. Okay?" bargain Edi managed to stop my footsteps.
"Serious?"
"Do I look like a liar?"
"Okay, deal. Nasi Padang first but." I said when I heard my stomach beeping, asking to be filled.
"Ready. Come on, hurry up." take Edi to the Padang restaurant in front of the school.
When it comes to stomach problems, it will inevitably make someone lower their prestige to calm the stomach that needs to be filled. That's how I am, with just a plate of nasi Padang plus iced oranges, I'm willing to stand under the scorching sun, guarding the camera in the middle of the field. Meanwhile, the owner, Edi, wanders here and there non-stop for whatever reason.
Beside me, Ebi with her notebook was busy writing the atmosphere of the Dolalak show like a freelance journalist. Meanwhile, Ana and Jono don't know where the jungle is. Maybe you're still stuck at school because of basketball or dancing among the crowds filled with men and gentlemen.
Edi framed me by not telling me at the beginning that my job was to keep the camera upright in the middle of the Dolalak performance competition at the Kebumen and Purworejo border sub-districts. Meanwhile, the condition of the battlefield was very unstable due to the large number of spectators who descended and swayed.
The atmosphere fell quiet when it was the turn of the male Dolalak dancer group. No one swayed along with the music playing during the performance.
But the situation will be different when it's time for a female dancer group to appear. Dressed in all black, not to forget the shorts featuring the smooth white thighs of the dancers immediately provoked cheers from the audience. Make the whole field turbulent.
I wish I could stop. Escape leaving a frenzied atmosphere that is getting hotter. However, there is a saying that a promise is a debt, and I can't immediately leave the job that has been handed over to me even though I am very forced to do it.
-TBC-