ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXI: The Unyil-X

By the end of the year, the students are already on holiday. Some of them returned home, but some are loyal to be residents of boarding houses or rented. Some even still live on campus. The other section plans an exciting event to close the end of the year.

For me personally, the year-end event is no different than any other day. Maybe because I don't have someone special to celebrate with. As usual, by the end of this year I will be spending languishing in the rented room to enjoy the sound of fireworks all over the sky.

Simple right?

Oya, maybe while eating setoples of fried beans. In my opinion, the food derived from the plants of the Fabaceae tribe is the most delicious type of food in the world. Whether it is fried, boiled, roasted or processed into cake-forms, beans remain the most delicious food on earth. Especially if it's free.

But this year is a bit different from previous years. Looks like I have to choose what event I should join to celebrate the new year this time. There have been several offers from friends to fill the turn of the year. Of course not blowing trumpets around town, or watching erotic rocking dangdut singers in the field.

The first invitation, of course, came from Jombang. Mother asked to return home because there will be a night of tyranny that will be attended by the village elders and all residents. Coincidentally, my mother became one of the organizers, so she hoped that I could attend the local event.

Unfortunately I refused.

What consideration? I feel awkward gathering with the villagers. I have proven in various events such as tahlil, arisan or filial work. I'm more speechless than talking about things I don't understand at all.

They will talk a lot about fertilizers that are suitable for their agriculture, how to improve agricultural produce or how to control rat pests. If so, I feel like following the agricultural extension event from the local Agriculture Agency.

It is also impossible for me to force myself to discuss Einstein's theory of relativity, or the application of the Phytagoras formula, or to preach about the Illuminati threat that has plagued the world. They may think I'm not sane.

Enough talking to the cow alone my insanity.

The second invitation came from my friend. Dervish, Triaji, Revelation and Anas. The pirate gang was about to hold a corn burn event at the house of Triaji which is located not far from the Heroes Monument. Unfortunately, I was also less interested in this invitation. After grilling corn, what? Sitting around listening to Triaji's crisp voice while playing guitar? Or gossiping about the girls who are again hits on campus? Have you seen the movie Si Unyil-X?

Mending me to sleep.

“Once in a while with friends, Bi.” refer to Dervish.

“Have been collected every day,”.

“This is different. If in college, we certainly gather every day. It's new year's night. We can stay up all night chatting..”.

“That's why you're watching porn right?” accuse me.

Darwis. The meaning of silence means right. It turns out they still preserve the jahiliah culture.

“Ya later if you do not want to watch, you can play Barbie,” said Darwis.

Barbie's main? Damn you are right, Darwis!

“You have no boss, do you watch that? After all the scene is so-so...” my protest.

“Helaah! So much so you!”

My decision is final. The hammer has been pulled and can not be changed again. Persuade the massive Darwis seduce I immediately refuse. This time the angel of kindness in my body was on the wind. Get rid of you demon!

Sorry, I'm not a fan of Si Unyil-X. It's up to you to call me a kuper, a cupu, a saint or a hypocrite.

Whatever!

The third invitation came from friends of one contract. They plan to hold a small camp in Prigen, Pasuruan. As far as I know, Doni's house isn't far from Prigen's. Just imagining it makes me excited.

Okay, noted. Maybe I'll consider their offer.

The fourth invitation came from Kanjeng Ratu Dahlia Sukmawati. The events offered are of course more humane than others. Dahlia will hold a dinner with a soup goat menu, as well as invite some close friends and family. With very limited access. Not everyone had the honor to attend the dinner.

But I feel like a VVIP guest.

“Come yes? You will be disappointed if you do not come. Yesterday at the recitation event did you not come?” pinta Dahlia by phone.

“Not yet know Lia. I don't know what my schedule is yet. Hopefully not clashing with other events,” I replied.

Honestly, I'd love to go camping with my city friends. Unfortunately, this invitation from Dahlia did a lot of damage to my concentration.

“Catalin another cake!”

“Duh, how are you? The problem is your invitation lately. It would not be nice if you refuse who has invited first,” kilahku.

“Ya already...” tones of disappointment heard from Dahlia's sentence.

“Speak my apologies to mamah ya Lia,”

Unanswered, the phone was turned off.

Oh, crashing. Alright.

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The day moves to the end of December. The fear began to spread. Determining the turn of the year event that I had to follow was not as simple as I imagined. Looks like having to hire a manager to manage the time so as not to overlap like this. Or if only Doraemon would lend me something from his magic bag to divide me into two parts, so that it could be in different places at the same time.

For the first and second invitations I obviously skipped. My mother did not question my reasons for not returning to Jombang. After all, the epic night event will still be done even if I am not present. The cakes would still circulate from plate to plate, without waiting for me to attend. Cigarette smoke will continue to poison the air. Well, everything's gonna be fine.

Same with the second invitation. Dervish no longer seduced me to attend the show together with the thrilling scenes with other friends. Even so I did not immediately turn suddenly into an ustadz who was passionate about the pain of the torment of hell. Let it.

What was now a rift in my mind was the third and fourth invitations. Before deciding, you must weigh and choose.

The third invitation was very interesting, because basically I was an adventure lover. Just because time alone makes me stuck in an all-dense routine. Surely the new bursts of passion I need to relieve the clogged mind.

As for the fourth invitation, this was actually the height of the turmoil. It was uncomfortable to refuse an invitation from the Dahlia family. It cannot be denied, that the feeling of indebtedness is still residing. Not carelessly people got the trust of Dahlia, so lightly he reached into his pocket for me.

Not arbitrarily, people get an exclusive invitation to attend a guling goat banquet at his luxurious residence. It's a pity to be missed. Moreover, my poor hull always thrashed, as if protesting to be once filled with more dignified dishes.

Or should I choose the last option?

Alone from the hustle and bustle of the world, in my beloved room, covered in silence. Not my first time being like that. Surely the turn of the year night can still pass well. No need to get lost in the euphoria out there.

So which decision should I make?

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