BLOODY REUNION
CHAPTER 5 LONG TIME NO SEE...
Like many large buildings in the big city in December, the feel of Christmas also fills the interior of the hotel where the Princess is located. Starting from the spruce tree with gift boxes below it attached to the lobby, colorful lights attached to the stairs railing and reception desk, and, until various decorations in red-green alloy scattered as ornaments welcome the birthday of the Savior of mankind.
The princess followed Desman and Shanti towards the not so crowded cafeteria that morning. A pair of Japanese tourists were sitting not far from the entrance, a Korean woman in sportswear next to a buffet table filled with toast, a pair of German tourists with their two mischievous-looking children near the omelet stand, while the three people they were looking for sat in the middle. One of the three, which turned out to be Dicky waving...
”HAAAIII....Giiillla kaaanggen I same youuu...how are you?”
”Busyet..elu is getting more beautiful. My mind.”
”Long time no see. Now where do you live?”
”Hape you are very difficult to contact squid.”.
”Hape I see..”.
”Newly also a few hours ago the context..now it has been broken. Buy new napa?”
”Well, you know I'm a twelfa. Thanks for donating dong.”
”Semprul!”
Dicky, Princess, Rangga, and Shanti act like children so Desman and Ninda, who are counted outsiders to the four friends, become clumsy. The little squeals and babbles of the four friends invited the attention and smiles of some guests in the hotel lobby and both just nodded politely, trying to maintain ethics because pretending not to know the boisterous group is also impossible because people have seen them in it.
“Halo George...” seduce Rangga while winking.
The princess throws a bitter smile. Didn't think Rangga still remembered that nickname. The four of them used to be fans of the story of Lima Sekawan, by Enid Blyton. George is one of the characters in the Five-Secwan detective club, who is actually a girl but always behaves, cuts hair, even dresses like a man, even changing his name from Georgina to George. So out of character George that people who just knew him never thought that he was a woman. The princess was aware of herself as a tomboy but did not understand how she could be equated with that figure. He never wanted to be a man. Being a woman is the greatest gift for her, although it does not rule out the possibility that she can do things that men also do. After all, he had no interest in changing his name to a male name, for example from Princess to Son.
”Still inget aja you! That was a very old man,” Shanti laughed while slapping Rangga's shoulder.
“Crazy, George.elu keep sporty abiz. Uh, what the hell...” exclaimed Rangga. He pulled the Princess's arm and watched the tattoo that was there carefully. “Walah..kueren. It's permanent?”
“No, temporary..” Princess replied.
“Style,lu. Want to be a wave-punk victim again?”
“Kok I did not see time in YOUNG FM studio?” Dicky.
“Gue pack long sleeve jersey, remember?“ the Princess then looked at Rangga. “And this is clearly different from that strange stirrup elu..”.
“Sialang. You still want?” replace the Rangga that jerk the Princess's arm.
“Where not? Every grin your teeth glow.”
“Dicky, I just found out you're wearing glasses now. Kayak professor..” Shanti said.
“Almost. I'm Doctor,” Dicky said with the nostrils widened out of pride.
“Doctor love,” interrupted Princess does not want to lose.
“Elu is pregnant again, yes?” Dicky.
Shanti Manyun while Princess laughed, “Gue often said that to her..”.
“But you are getting chubby. Gemes deh I..” Rangga also pinched both cheeks Shanti.
Desman's face changed. He is not used to this kind of intimacy but does not budge, maybe Shanti has warned him that he will meet his friends who behave crazy.
“Don't do that, ah! Cave bring bodyguard, you know.”.
"Oh, yes.sorry,” Rangga grinned and then removed the pinch.
“Know, this is Desman, my husband.”.
“Rangga.”
“Desman Napitupulu.”
“Oh? Sori...Rangga Prambodo.”.
“It seems we have not been acquaintances,” said the Princess greeted the girl next to Dicky.
“My engagement, Ninda..” said Dicky later.
Princess and Shanti are in pain. Ninda Wiyanti is a small girl with a very good body proportion. Her skin was yellow, her hair was painted blue when exposed to the light of the cafeteria lights, her body spreading the fragrance of the last Dior perfume. Although the clothes are memorable casual, overalls are a style of mechanic, but the brand that is there describes the height of his social class. The girl reminded the Princess of an expensive and fragile porcelain doll, and who else was the right person to be next to her, accompany her, protect her, and perhaps even use her, if not Dicky.
“You're already on a meal?” ask Dicky.
“It just so happens that we have breakfast porridge before picking up the Princess. Do not know if Putri..” said Shanti and then looked at the Princess.
“Gue hasn't, anyway. But if we want to leave, just go straight.”
“Nothing. There's still ten minutes left,” Dicky said. “Gue does not want to rush or preparation so suck.”
“What preparation?” The princess raised an eyebrow.
“Preparation to Villa Magenta.”
“What special preparation is needed? Kan we can directly take the car there,” asked Shanti to be confused.
Ninda smiled and she hovered in the conversation, “Half the journey indeed, but the other half is not.”
“What do you mean?” putri and Shanti asked as if they were in the choir.
“They thought the Villa Magenta was in Anyer or Ancol,” Dicky comments looking at his fiancee while smiling knots.
“Absolutely you haven't told them?” said Ninda.
Ninda laughed and nodded her head in understanding, “I mean, we have to get on the ship to that place because Villa Magenta is in the middle of the sea.”
“At sea? Woow..coool...” heard that, Princess is instantly filled with passion.
***
Desman whistled in admiration. Shanti gawking. Princess's eyes twinkled. Rangga. While Dicky and Ninda hugged while laughing amusedly at their reaction. The sea appears calm while the cloud scroll displays a beautiful panorama that matches the clear sky but the landscape is sunk by the appearance of an aerodynamic ten-meter-long object with the Magenta name label attached to one half a meter from the front of the hull on his right side.
The yacht is a medium-sized double motorized ship, with a carrying capacity of up to 10-15 people. It has facilities such as a special control cabin, a modified lounge room with home entertainment equipment, and a bedroom with a two-story bed. Nimble enough to maneuver but not narrow from the comfort angle. The exterior, made of fiber glass, looks freshly polished, making it look beautiful among the other ships moored on the marina dock Ancol.
“We'll ride this?” Shanti asked half nervously.
“Do not say that you still like sea mabok..” Dicky commented.
“Instead, “ says Desman.
“Wah, then get ready, Bang,” said Putri.
“Or Shanti want to stay here?” ask Ninda plain.
“Enak. No dong. I'll follow you anywhere!” rebut Shanti.
“Iya, when else can I board a private ship?” ledek Ranges.
“Come on up,” Dicky said as he preceded the others.
Rangga took out his cell phone and pointed it at him, “Today, December 15th, I am a bunch of kids gathering again. We want to go to Villa Magenta on this ride.” he turned his camera and directed around, from the dock to highlight all the details of the ship. “Nah, you smile dong..” Princess, Ninda, and Dicky immediately put on the action by waving towards the camera while Shanti and Desman pretend to enjoy the sea view from the deck.
A man in his fifties with a height that did not exceed Dicky's neck came out of the cabin. His hand is oil. His gray hair seemed to survive on the head showing signs of baldness, maybe in about three or four years there will be no more life there. His messy bushy mustache could not hide the friendly smile from his thick lips and was pinning a kretek cigarette. He wore a sailor vest, with nothing behind it, so the Princess could see his wrinkled chest and full of black spots, all the while his shorts looked wet on the bottom.
“Halo, Captain..”.
“Morning, Mr. Dicky,“ replies the man to a stab then looks at the troupe behind Dicky. “Have collected all?”
“Ya!”
“Then we can leave.”
“Who is he?” the Princess whispered to Ninda who was next to her.
“Name is Yungke, the driver of this ship. He is always happy if we call him Captain,” replied Ninda.
“All sailors like that..” comments Princess.
And like a sailor, old Yungke doesn't have much fun. After a brief conversation with Ninda, he
return to the cabin to perform a final check on the ship's engine. He only had time to say one sentence in all, ”Today the weather is bright, good for sailing...”.
The others followed Dicky into the lounge. Home entertainment equipment in the form of a 31-inch flat television, subwoofer and surround, CD player is located on a carpet of lamb fur. Colorful velvet sofa in line with the lamb fur carpet becomes a comfortable place to relax while enjoying the facilities. Mini refrigerator contains a variety of soft drinks and soda placed under the middle pad of the sofa that can be opened and closed. There are not many accessories in the room; an anchor-shaped thermometer, a cuckoo clock on the wall, while in the middle of the room hangs a miniature ship in a bottle that also serves as a lamp.
“How long is the trip to Villa Magenta?” ask Princess.
“About three quarters of an hour.”
The princess put her fat backpack down and sat on a carpet that felt so soft on the soles of her feet. The others did the same and piled their belongings next to the Princess's backpack. As the Princess guessed, the men were so relaxed with their luggage, while Shanti was the most bothered with two jumbo-sized suitcase bags. The princess did not think about what she brought there, maybe almost all the contents of her wardrobe at home, when what she wore later was most just that, but it was so customary Shanti; better save than sorry. Ninda and Dicky are the most relaxed, maybe they have put things on this ship the day before, or it could be that their equipment is even already available at Villa Magenta..
“It's a pleasant surprise,” said Princess. “Truly an amazing reunion. I don't know what other surprises you have prepared..”.
“Wait until you see the villas,” Dicky said winking.
“Anyone wants a soft drink?” Ninda.
“Coke,” Shanti reply quickly.
“Sama,” says Princess.
“Bir only if there is,” Desman said.
“Gue missed something?” asked Rangga who appeared from the room accompanied by a grin.
“Not too much,” replied the Princess. “Ngapain anyway? Don't get busy in there. Your time let us
having fun yourself here?”
“Go grab the drink, man,” Dicky pointed at the fridge.
“Ah, this is indeed what I need,” said Rangga who then took a can of beer.
The excitement was even more festive when Dicky turned on karaoke as a travel time filler. Desman, Ninda, Dicky, and Rangga race to contribute sound even though the sea breeze and yacht make noise. Princess and Shanti just laughed watching the four impromptu singers' behavior especially when they took the wrong tone. Both of them were lovebirds who never wanted to be involved in activities that required them to sing.
“Come, George. Replace dong,” Dicky said as he thrust the mic.
“Ngak, ah,” Princess refused.
“Elu is used to working in front of the microphone,” Shanti heats up until Princess glares at him.
“Eh, why don't you sing?”
“Gue want to give you a chance first,” Shanti said grinningly.
“Padahan Shanti was trained hard as bang Desman. How about it, bang? His student days are shy?”
“Iya, come dong dear..” welcome Desman and now Shanti turned around because everyone's attention was directed at him. He was forced to take the mic with a cooed heart and the Princess had to hold back the laughter of hearing that pitiful voice. Unfinished Shanti sings the second verse, the girl sneaks out without anyone's knowledge.
