ABHIMANYU WORLD

Episode XLVIX: The mystery of Jono

Holiday arrived ....

Holiday arrived ....

Happy heart ....

Click!

The voice of the tiny Tasya Kamila who was humming on television immediately stopped, because the TV I turned off. Even semester holidays are approaching. Feelings of joy have been scattered throughout the boarding around the campus. It is a tradition, the students mostly spend vacation time to go home.

Doni started packing yesterday. All the clothes were stuffed in his cum bag. I know, it must be dirty clothes that have been stacked for days because they are lazy to wash.

Doni is the most prickly species I have ever met.

“So you don't go home?” doni asked as he crammed the last sheets of his shirt. The smell of sweat that has dried up, making the stomach nauseous.

I'm shaking. Uninspired.

“So present to Lusi's wedding?” ask Doni again.

“Nknow. Males. There's no sideburns ...,” lamented.

“Contact Andre. He will provide the best solution for you,” kerling Doni.

I replied with a snort. Yes, I know Andre has abundant stock in women's affairs, but no one has passed the qualifying assessment. We have different standards in judging women.

Remember Amel?

I think the sexy girl I met at a party was too aggressive. I can't imagine pairing with a dominant girl like her. You can be sure the head will move on the legs, and the feet on the head.

In conclusion, there was no way I would hire Andre's collection girls to be escorts at Lusi's wedding reception.

So who?

Dahlia's?

All the inhabitants of the earth cannot deny the kindness of Dahlia. Unfortunately, in appearance he is still not too shiny. I had to find someone with an extraordinary shine, who willingly accompanied me to walk haughtily with his head held high in front of Luci.

Ah, I think I know who he is ....

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Afternoon was just heading towards the night gate, when I stepped foot bravely, knocking on the door of a green boarding house. The breeze rattled my hair, also bless my business this time.

Wh-tok-tok!

A girl opened the door full of question marks. He wore thick glasses, so he had to frown to look at me fixedly.

“Who is it?” search the girl.

“Anu .. anu Mbak,” said I was hesitant.

“Anu who, Mas?” ask the glasses girl.

“Oh, I mean. Mm. I want to meet with Baras. Is there?”

“Ooh, Mbak Baras. Momentarily Mas ...,” the girl smiled, then went inside.

As per the regulations, I waited while enjoying a dim afternoon in the patio chair. A set of rattan chairs that look cool, combined with large pots planted with ornamental plants wave of love. Until now, the origin of naming this wave of love is like the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle to me.

Does love have to be wavy?

Laras approached with his Monalisa smile. The milk-brown veil, combined with matching color gamis, refracts natural beauty, although its oval face is barely swept make up. Something is breaking down conscience. A frozen heart will surely soon melt away because of this.

“Tumben Mas Abi here?” sapa Laras's. He placed himself in a chair opposite my chair.

“It just so happened that I was from a friend's house and kept stopping by here,” my lie.

“How are you, Mas?”

“Alhamdulillah, good bla .. bla .. bla,”

The conversation continued with a little pleasantries, until we finally fell silent to each other a thousand languages. There is an unexpressed sense of awkwardness. My brain also felt dead, not flowing as usual. Baras also fell silent, not knowing what to say.

“Ras,” I finally re-opened my voice.

“Iya, Mas?”

“Today this Saturday you have no event?”

“Not yet, Mas. Why?”

Laras fell silent, trying to digest my sentence. The sparkle of his eyes implied unspoken worry.

“Use nginep event yes, Mas?” said later.

“Ngak. We immediately return to Surabaya when the event is finished.”

“Only the two of us?”

“Iya.”

Back he dissolved in his own mind. Maybe he had bad thoughts about me? Very unfortunate. As bad as I am, respecting women is a principle that is instilled by my mother since entering puberty. There's no way I'm doing anything bad to him.

“Which way, Mas?” Baras looked worried.

Come on dong, Race! Hope in my heart.

“Not how the hell, Mas. If I am private, I believe the same. Wong I know Mas Abi since sampeyan still likes the rain while naked running around in the rice fields with Pardi,” Laras smile.

It was only this first time that I felt so embarrassed remembering that silly childhood. Memories of naked playing the rain with Pardi was still stuck in his brain. Fortunately, he saw me naked as a boy.

Try it now ....

“So how, Ras?” ask for certainty.

“The problem when people see it is not good, Mas. We're not muhrim, just walk out of town in two. Wow, can be excited later friends at my kost.”

I'm trying to understand the words Laras. If you look deeper, it is true. Anyway I have to keep the good name of Laras. Cannot take the road both carelessly. The name of the bird news, will certainly quickly spread along with the wind.

I was caught in despair. My hope of being able to invite Laras at Luci's wedding seems to be just a vain wishful thinking.

“If I take Mas Jono how, Mas?” ask Laras again.

Jono?

Hearing the name ‘Jono’ it felt like an atomic bomb had exploded in my chest. Why should there be a Jono between us?

I just fell silent. Unsure.

“Mas Abi must have been angry yesterday because of Mas Jono huh? My cousin Jono is really my cousin, Mas. If you don't believe me, you can call my dad. Mas Jono is his son Budhe Tarmini, his brother father,”.

“Ndak. I'm not angry,” kilahku.

“Mas Jono was also recently married to Ms. Ida. Why do you think macem-macem? Don't be jealous of me? Hehe ...”

Really, my face immediately reddened like a boiled crab. Unfortunately I can't dodge. What Larasa said was like a crushing attack directly hit the heart. Indirectly, Laras knew that I liked him.

Duh, shame on me!

“Have it been, will it be the same Mas Jono? Later Mas Jono let Mbak Ida walk all the way to Malang. They have a car. So we'll just go relax. Let me talk later. Mas Jono would agree. Later at the wedding reception of his friend Mas Abi, we just entered both. Let Mas Jono and Ma'am Ida honeymoon themselves. Is that so, my mom?”

It was revealed that the mystery of Jono. All this time I've been bad at Laras. Relief spreads filling the cavity there.

I'm secretly considering Baras' offer. The offer is interesting. This free soul again wriggled with excitement. If you use a Mas Jono car, it means that it can save transportation costs. Maybe I'll just eat on the way. I have no choice but to agree to Laras' offer.

“But later her boyfriend Mas Abi is not angry?” fishing Barrel.

“Pacar?”

“Mbak-mbak who ever brought here that you know! It seems very compatible with Mas Abi,” said Laras with a smile.

“Ooh, Dahlia. He's just a friend,” my smile.

Baras returned a meaningful smile. This time sweeter, Monalisa lost far. Every time I see a smile, the feeling becomes calmer. Not only will the Eiffel Tower collapse, but the Statue of Liberty in New York will also fall.

“Let's dance the most beautiful yes, Ras ...,” my god.

“Beres! What did Mas Abi not do?”

Dhuarr!!

Exploding an atomic bomb for the second time in my chest heard that. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I want Laras to repeat those words.

“What Race?” my many.

“Nothing!”

I smiled triumphantly.

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