MYS 36
I just cleared my throat in response. Meanwhile, my two eyes watched Jono's movements looking for someone. It's annoying when I think that what he's looking for is me.
"Position?" have not finished talking then we have met. The distance of fifteen meters between the hustle and bustle of adults who are busy going to work. I'm silent. Jono was silent until finally two of his cousins came over. Patting my back indicates that what I'm experiencing right now isn't a dream on a hot morning.
"Finally. Do you know that our struggle ended here?" Edi rambled out of breath.
"No." I don't want to know and I don't want to know. The question is, why did the Kibul trio exist in Bandung?
"We'll pick you up. Anggi...we'll go home together to Prembun." Ebi said as if answering the question in my head that echoed.
"How come?"
"A long story..."
"Shorten it."
"Yes. But let's take the KRL first," ask Ebi to take my hand. Hold my hand in the car. Until the train moves. Until we arrived at Pasar Senen.
They didn't immediately ask me to take the train to Jogja but took me to an electronics shop near the station.
"Why are you here? You said you want to go home..." I groaned in frustration. What is my sin, father and mother? Why did you let me go home alone? Did you know that your child has been abducted by aliens disguised as a schoolmate?
"Buy HP first," answered Jono finally opened his mouth. From the Bandung to Jakarta trip he kept quiet, occasionally glancing at me and Ebi.
"Yeah, not for long."
"Do you want the X series or the latest, 11?" said John again.
"Why me? You're the one who wants to buy it. I already have a new cellphone." I'm super embarrassed. It also has nothing to do with which series I choose, if I want to buy it, it's weird that way.
"For you, Anggi," said John slowly. However, the look in his eyes... sharply stabbed at me. It made me, who was sitting relaxed, lose my balance of hearing. Did I hear wrong?
"Thanks, Jon. But you don't have to. My new cellphone is still usable." reject me nicely.
"You want to go home, I kidnapped you?" John insisted.
Oh my gosh..mom, please help your child. He said he wanted to be kidnapped.
"Yes, please go home. Tomorrow you have to go back to school." I moan softly. Failed to understand the meaning of the Caucasian boy.
"So which one do you like?" asked Jono again.
"It's up to you. You're the one who bought it." I said awkwardly when with both my eyes I saw Jono buying the latest iPhone X with an elegant black credit card.
It's hard for me to swallow. Even if he wants to refuse or offer to replace the money he has already spent in installments, it is just as impossible.
As the saying goes, eating simalakama fruit.
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My small room feels even more cramped when my eyes can't move from the paper bag packaging from an electronics store in Jakarta. Especially to see what's inside, which I didn't dare to open after checking the shop employee yesterday.
Yes, yesterday. Yesterday, which for me was like a magical dream.
Mister Jonathan, Mister Edward not Cullen, and Mister Sebastian came like princes in a classic storybook, they went all the way from Sydney on the Australian continent to Bandung to pick me up and then buy me a new cellphone because of Anggoro Saputra, whom I love too much. If it wasn't a dream, it would be a popular teen-lit-style fiction story. Because what I'm experiencing is imaginary alias doesn't make sense.
"Ugh... can I ask you one thing?" Jono's voice was faint, after seventeen calls I ignored it.
"Depends... if you ask not to sell the HP you gave..."
"No." interrupted Jono impatiently. "Be the usual Anggi. Regardless of whether you want to use the cellphone or not. I'm just asking for it. And don't ignore me. Okay!" Jono asserted that it made me even more confused about the seven circumferences plus the square of the power.
"Is that so... I've always been like this, haven't I? About being ignored, who doesn't have news that suddenly appeared to cause a heart attack yesterday?" I exclaimed.
There was a muffled laugh from the other end of the phone. Is Jon laughing at me? Okay, really how cute am I in his eyes?
"Yes, yes, I know why. But why leave the bicycle at Budi's house?"
"What do you want me to do. It's important to Susanti, Budi's sister." I answered half alert. What business does he want to know about mine?
"Do you want me to pick you up every day?"
"You want to be circumcised with my father if you dare?"
"I've been circumcised Ngi. I'll cut it later. How about peeing?" Jono joked full of laughter.
"None of my business, uh me."
"Yes. Yes. Tomorrow's red date so you go to Menganti." Jono's chatter still invites him to the beach.
"It's not that the sand in Sydney is whiter than the one here. What's going on in Menganti? It feels like a beach where fishermen go fishing, right?" I said, surprised.
"Just get the moment. Anggi, some people say that you haven't been to Kebumen if you've never been to Menganti." Jon answered seriously. It must be Budiman's doing. That's a kinky guy. Wherever and wherever there are words that are poured out without meaning.
"Yeah, well. Apart from Menganti, there are still many beautiful beaches."
"Says who?"
"Grandfather Gugel said. Who else?"
"Yes, it can't all be delegated to Grandmother Gugel. Wow...don't you feel sorry for Grandma's old age, there's a lot of data load and you're still being asked every second?"
"Why should you feel sorry for the engine?"
"Machines are also man-made, Ngi..."
"It's the human's fault. Try not to bother making Gugel."
"If there wasn't Gugel, now the human race in this world would still be backward."
"It's hard to joke with a genius kid..." I haven't finished saying the cellphone I'm holding makes an odorless fart sound.
When I saw that the battery ran out.
Damm it.
And... in the end, I was forced to open the package where the new iPhone X was stored.
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Go to school.
Back to school.
The first day of the second semester. Nothing has changed. Nothing new, except for a new cellphone that I hid in the deepest bottom of my backpack. No one knows except Ana and of course the kibul trio.
"Ugh... I think I'm starting to know the mastermind behind your missing bicycle tire," whispered Budi approaching parallel to my steps towards class.
"Who?" I asked curiously.
"You remember our last day of school yesterday. When you were at home with your mother. Three senior girls were standing at the old gate. They kept staring at you."
"Continue...?" I'm getting curious.
"The question is... do you have a problem with a twelfth-grade senior?" Budi insisted still in whispering mode.
"Me? The feeling that I never hang out with the twelfth grade. There are also seniors in badminton, it's also stuck in the eleventh grade." I squeaked slowly. It's weird, but did I accidentally anger the seniors?
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-TBC-