MYS 21
Honestly, I like this bike. Even every week I wash it even though it's not dirty which means. Taking care of the bike as well as possible is the embodiment of respect. Until finally there are ignorant people who destroy it.
Anger about it was so sharp. Makes me unable to sleep.
Anggi: Edi, thank you for the lunch treat. I don't need to replace my bicycle tires. My father found out.
I typed the short message with puffy eyes. Still do not accept the treatment of ignorant people who do not know who it is.
Starting today, it has been decided that my father will accompany me to go to school. And it's up to me to go home. If you want to walk, please, you can ride a friend in one direction or text me asking to be picked up, it's also really okay. I feel cared for by my parents like this, but for such unpleasant reasons, I don't want to.
"Study hard. Don't play too much," said Dad before leaving me in front of the school gate which was still quiet.
Usually, I leave at half-past seven and five minutes from home, but because I'm leaving now, it's delivered, and the time adjusts to the delivery, which is five minutes past six. From home to school by motorbike it takes no more than five minutes, I automatically get to school early.
Not many children have come, today I am also not on duty in the morning so I choose to sit in the front garden while reading material books. I don't like reading novels except about badminton.
"Eh, you're here, Ngi... are you up in the morning?" Barito Budi's voice from behind.
"You too. Isn't your house across the street? Why would you want to leave early in the morning..." I said, annoyed that an intruder came.
"To avoid civil war I chose to go and relent," answered Budi pretentiously poetically. I just nodded in understanding.
Budiman is the fourth of five children. From his story, I can imagine how the atmosphere of a house with many residents whose age gap is only not less than one year. There must be something for every day to fight. Or maybe every time they get together.
"Isn't it nice to have lots of siblings?" I asked, idly actually. I just want to know what Budi's answer is, which is often eccentric.
"If it's good I will not complain to the wall, and be here," answered Budi who was sitting beside me.
"What do you mean?"
"I want to talk."
"Talk? To me?"
"To the wall! Oh come on, yes, yes." groaned Budi with a funny expression. Budi's super curly hair also moves irregularly as the one with the head shakes his head.
"Okay, okay. I'll listen here. While there's nothing else to do." I sighed in a forced tone. What do you want to talk about with this strange creature?
"So you see, I have a job from Jonathan our classmate to look for three kilos of eels this week. Well, what makes me confused is how much eels cost per kilo that I have to offer Jonathan considering that this is not the season for eels." Budi's story is pretentious with good and correct Indonesian. I almost laughed, but I couldn't help it when I saw Budiman's serious look.
"According to the mathematical calculations I understand..." I took a deep breath, more so because I couldn't help but laugh when I realized that I had been carried away by the atmosphere that Budi had created. " Due to the scarcity of goods.
It is natural for the seller to increase the price considering the level of difficulty in getting the goods in question. The percentage is between 150% to 300% of the normal price, when the goods are in abundance." I answered simply.
"So you think it's okay to sell 3 kilograms of eels for 500 thousand?" said Budi still with a serious face.
"As long as the buyer is willing to buy I think it's no problem." chuckle I can't take it anymore. Without even realizing it, my left hand was holding my stomach so amused by what we had just said. I swear, what do you use for breakfast, Budi?
"Okay, I'll text Jono then." Budi's voice has returned to normal, and is busy with his Android phone.
"Budi, is that true?" I asked, suddenly suspicious that Budi was being mean to me in the morning.
"Really. It's been a long time, I think since Jono ate the Rica-Rica eel you cooked," said Budi, still serious with his cellphone.
"Really?" I became suspicious that the eels were used as research objects by the kibul trio instead of being consumed.
"You don't bring a bicycle. You usually come at seven to five, don't you?" Budi said, returning my imagination to earth.
"Oh, that... someone stole my bicycle tire." I'm so annoyed with myself. Why is there such a thing as a curiosity in this world?
"Seriously? Who are you? Which child have you disturbed?" squeaked Budi in a sudden high pitch.
"You know. I don't understand either. I'm just a grain of dust in the desert sea."
"That's why... or maybe Andi's doing?"
"There's no way it's a child. It's like a lack of work." I squeaked, emotional because Andi's name was brought up.
"So just accept his love. How many days did you date, then they broke up okay?" said Budi pretentiously giving advice.
"Your brain, what's in it? There's no point in giving advice."
Budi just laughed at my rambling.
"I feel sorry for you. It's better if you put your bicycle at my house tomorrow. It's just across from the school, close to you and you don't have to worry about your bicycle going wrong." Budi's advice, this time there is a point.
"I can. But there's no tribute, right?"
"Astaghfirullah, you can see from here that my parents' yard is wide, there are much fruit trees that if I want. I would have made money." chattered Budi pretending to be angry.
"Then what's the deal? Nothing ..." I objected, not understanding.
"Well, I know. I sincerely want to help you. I see you are very sorry. Isn't it beautiful? Not tomboyish either. All of your walls have bodies. How come some children want to bother you like that." sighed Budi with his right hand holding his chin and using his left hand as support. Pretending to be thinking hard.
"Yes, Bud...why?" I'm surprised too. Maybe the child has a shifting brain, lacks work, or is on the wrong target?
"Maybe it's because you're my friend. There are demits who don't want to be eaten by your bicycle tire." Budi burst out laughing.
"You land crocodile. His friend is a demit." I sprayed and then left Budi, who was still laughing alone on the park bench.
If you think about it again, where is there a demit like bicycle tires? Only children with thoughts like Budiman would want to think in that direction. However, his offer just now can as well. I'll tell dad later.
-TBC-