MYS 7
...
So actually I am a victim of Ana's interests.
Feeling like a victim or not, that's a problem later, the important thing is that I can take a hot shower in Ana's bathroom shower. All my bad thoughts today fell with the sweat that was washed by warm water. What other favors do you deny?
"Call me Ana please," asked Ana's mother from the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am," I replied still with a towel wrapped around my hair.
An hour ago Ana said goodbye to swimming in the swimming pool behind Jono's house, so that's my goal now.
There is a side door that connects Ana's yard with Jono's house and is not far from the side terrace.
For the first time, I set foot in the house. With a fairly large backyard, many palm trees are growing around the two-story Moroccan-style house which is painted all white. In the corner of the yard, there is a well-maintained yellow bamboo tree and a wooden bench where a smaller house stands where large transparent windows show the contents of the room which turns out to be a kitchen.
The swimming pool is between the kitchen and the house which is connected by a corridor like in a hospital.
"A called mother," I called out to Ana who was still busy swimming in the ten the five-meter pool.
While waiting for Ana who said she was going to rinse and then go into the back of the kitchen, I sat by the pool. Put my feet in the water. Fresh and cold.
"Hi..." said a voice from the direction of the house. When I turned my head it was Jono.
"Hey, where are Edi and Ebi?" I said casually.
"I'm editing the video above. Want to see it?" but the person who said sat next to me.
"Anytime, just wait for Ana, after all, it's time to break the fast." I feel awkward, it's just the two of us with the host. Why does Ana take so long to take a bath?
Usually, I talk a lot but this time I'm at a loss for words. First because of fasting, secondly because I'm too tired and thirdly I'm not used to seeing Jono other than in school uniforms or sports t-shirts. At home, in casual clothes, Jono looks like a real Caucasian.
"I'll go home in Jono's car, okay?" said Ana as we entered the house.
"Eh? You don't dare to take me to ask him for help?"
"Yes, no. I asked Jono to accompany him to Jadi Baru, there is a need and need to bring a lot of things."
Whatever Ana's interests are, I don't care. But going home, besides Ana, plus it was Jono, who had left me speechless, was a disaster in itself.
Today I have used a lot of patience stock, and now I have to use it again, what is left is crumbs?
...
What sin have you committed today?
One of the Kibul trio personnel named Edward van Joseph alias Edi is currently being avid Dolalak. Almost every day, after school, he and Ebi would have fled to hunt for a Dolalak show around Prembun which was on the rise.
Dolalak itself is a traditional dance from Purworejo. It is said that at first the dance performed by the men was staged to welcome guests only, but over time and the development of the era and the reasons for preserving regional arts, Dolalak transformed into a more modern and contemporary one.
Now, Dolalak can also be performed by female dancers and is usually performed at celebration events. So, now it is widely known to the outside of Purworejo district. From Kebumen to Banjarnegara area.
However, I regret when Dolalak is performed by female dancers. In addition to the dancer's make-up, the pants they wear are very mini. As if deliberately showing off the dancer's smooth white thighs.
Like now, somehow Ana and I were dragged along by Edi watching Dolalak from Tamtam school. As a girl, I certainly feel uncomfortable when the female dancers are waddling around in their mini pants. Moreover, the dancers are still in school. My woman's heart screamed disapproval.
"An, let's go home. It's hot." I whined to Ana, who even joined the dance.
"Hm, what?" Ana shouted back. The music in the salon was so loud that my words didn't reach his brain.
"Okay, okay. I'll go home first." I'm going to run away right away. My eyes almost cried watching the mini pants on the stage swaying.
Let me go home today by sacrificing my pocket money savings to take a bus.
While waiting for a bus to pass. I leaned against one of the trees in front of the Tamtam school. With the unfriendly hot weather plus a rumbling stomach, I tried to be patient waiting for the bus that was either still passing or not.
I regret a thousand percent for the seduction of Ebi and Edi, who will treat you to nasi Padang after watching the show that indulges in the aura. If I knew this would happen, it would be better if I went home to do my homework so that my father would praise my son for being diligent.
"Why did you run away?"
I knew the voice very well without having to look where the voice came from. Jono. Standing not far from me with a red face.
"You know ah. It's hot, I'm hungry and even looking at those mini pants. Better go home."
"So because you're hungry?"
I'm silent. It is also not mandatory to have to answer questions that already have answers.
"Then don't go home yet. Come with me," said Jono again and without permission took my hand away from the school.
"Where to?"
"Eat. He said he was hungry."
Not long after, we stopped in front of a Padang restaurant. Jono led me in and chose a seat near the sink.
"It's Edi who wants to treat you. You don't have to bother, Jon." I interrupted after ordering rice with side dishes of cakes and omelet, while Jono had rendang rice.
"It's the same Ngi, in the end, I also pay," said Jono as he stood towards the sink.
I can only be stunned. Remembering Ana's story that in the Kibul trio, Jono was the biggest funder. Jono's two cousins have a fixed monthly allowance but not enough to spend a lot of time. Meanwhile, Jono is like having a debit card with no withdrawal limits.
And what's interesting is the fact that it doesn't make Jono arrogant, let alone play stupid. She is more down-to-earth and looks naturally simple. Maybe this is what is called a character. Born by itself without the need to be forced, let alone made up.
"Why haven't you ordered a drink yet?" asked Jono making me, who was looking at the street shocked.
"Ice orange if you insist." even though I've already taken water.
Still, said you haven't ordered a drink yet?
This one child is indeed outrageous.
-TBC-
MYS 8
...
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."
…
-TBC-
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