MYS 8
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Jono walked forward where Mr. Nasi Padang was preparing our order. He chatted with the father for a long time, punctuated by a smile from both of them. Maybe the father is offering his daughter to Jono to be his wife in the future.
"Well, I can ask you one thing," said Jono after sitting back down. What's this? So the witness of his marriage to the father's son Nasi Padang?
"What?"
"Can you just call me Nathan?"
Oath. I choked on the water I had just drunk. This is the only child who is talking nonsense.
Indeed, his name is Jonathan and he said Ana again when he was at home called by the name Nathan. But that's him at home. Well, it's not my obligation to follow his nickname right?
However, it might have been a different story if he hadn't made me fall into the fields until I was seven thousand percent embarrassed. Maybe I'll consider calling him Nathan.
Jono is the best name that I can call especially for this one child.
"Sorry, I can't, Jon," I said trying in a reasonable tone. If he knew, my chest was burning with memories of past events and in my imagination, I was strangling him whose requests were unreasonable.
"Seriously can't this?"
"This is true, Jono. And even if you bribe me with your homemade spaghetti, which Ana says is good, I still can't." duh, why do I have to carry the names of all the food?
"Are you sure you won't regret it?" O Allah, how come this child is doing drama... Forgive Your servant who can't help but curse in his heart.
"What's wrong with that? The feeling of the name Jono isn't too bad either. And it's more down to earth." I protested because I was being pushed.
"What if Nathan didn't?"
"No. If we live in Jakarta or other big cities, maybe I can consider it. We only exist in Java, in Prembun. The village is not suitable for people, it doesn't fit." clear me.
"But here people speak Kedu language, Anggi. The one behind it is." Oh my God... this one child is too smart! Why should it be explained about the regional language anyway?
"Yeah, professor, I give up. But still, I can't call you more than Jono. Period." interrupted me before Jono discussed the language issue further.
"Okay, okay. Better eat it. Pity your stomach is already growling." said Jono, laughing wryly. Disappointed in him for sure.
"Thank you in advance for the treat," I said again before starting to eat.
"Yes."
We eat in silence. Apart from the fact that I was really hungry and there was no topic or material to talk about, maybe because Jono was disappointed that I couldn't call him Nathan.
Duh, just to imagine when I called Jono with Nathan, my brain and conscience couldn't afford it. Moreover, it must be realized in real life. I'm sorry, Jon. Even though I've been treated to a meal, I still can't.
Then Jono took me to school again. This morning I went to school by bicycle and it would be strange if I didn't bring my bike home with me. There will be a series of questions that come out of my father's mouth more than the length of the train.
"Are you sure it's only until school?" repeated Jono for the third time. Still trying to offer to take him to the rented house.
"I told you before. I went on a bicycle. It's still a bright day anyway, I'm not sure I'll go home safely to my destination." avoid me for the umpteenth time.
"I'll deliver the bike after you, Anggi." duh, this child still doesn't want to give up.
"Why are you so insistent on taking me home? Don't tell me you want to see the station?"
"No, no. Just...make sure you get home."
"Speaking of the house, why did you stray away from school in Prembun? Isn't Surabaya better?" I multiplied the conversation that would never end. And because I was curious about Ana's story, Jono said that he lived in Surabaya for a long time and then suddenly moved to Prembun. Weird right?
"Oh that. Want to hear the story?" asked Jono lazily.
"Yes yes," I said confidently and enthusiastically. Instead of refusing the offer of free bicycle delivery.
"There's nothing special about it. It's just that Surabaya is boring. But... because I couldn't ask to move to Prague, I ended up just saying Prembun's name. Then, as you can see, I'm here now. fun from Surabaya." said Jono with a serious expression.
Honestly, I was scratching my ears because I felt there was something wrong with my hearing. Because Jono said that Surabaya was boring and Prembun was fun. It's the other way around right? At least in contrast to what Stefie felt.
"You don't have a fever, do you, Jon? You didn't say that wrong, did you?" I firmly confirmed the truth of what was said by a guy named Jonathan Marthies Hyedt, who due to frustration could not return to his hometown in Prague so he made a random choice to Prembun.
It's a bit like someone's story. Who is it?
"I'm healthy, Anggi. Surabaya is hot, polluted, traffic-jammed and it's impossible if I keep going there I'll meet you---"
My old school cellphone rang loudly according to my settings when I was outside the room, startling my heart which immediately collapsed. Shit, his ringtone managed to make people want to swear.
Who dares to change the volume of my cellphone?
"Hey, where are you?" Ana's voice from across the phone sounded panicked.
"I already said goodbye to go back." I blurted out holding my chest because my heart rate was still messed up because of the low sound of my cellphone.
"But you are looking for Edi, he wants to be treated to nasi Padang." cried Ana. I can still hear Dolalak's music in the background, although it's not as loud as before.
"I'm full." I hung up the phone in annoyance. "Anyway, starting tomorrow I won't be carrying this old cell phone anymore." I continued more to myself.
But I forgot. John is still near me. It was obvious that the boy was smiling incoherently.
"Are you that bothered by the sound of your cellphone?"
"Why don't you try it? His voice alone manages to make people want to nag."
"Want to exchange with my cellphone at home? Incidentally, no one is using it but it's still good."
"No. This is the cellphone that my mother inherited from me. What would you say if one day my mother asked the cellphone she gave him?"
"That's it. It's not an exchange, I just have my cellphone at home for you. Do you want it?"
"No."
"Certain?"
"Ugh... you're fashionable."
"Mod from where?"
"From Hong Kong."
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-TBC-