BOMA GENDENK'S

8 LOVE-LIKES (SWOLLEN TWITCH)

TRINI DAMAYANTI squirming on the bed. He had long since woken up and had already heard Aunt Sarkah knock on the door several times. I don't know on the knock how Trini finally shouted.

"What the hell is Bi?"

"There's a guest Non." replied Aunt Sarkah from outside the room in front of the door.

"Who? Girls, boys?!"

"Turkey! He said reporter."

Trini got off the bed, opened the room door and let out her head slightly in the doorway.

"Journalist?"

"Yesia Non..."

"Well?"

"Say there's a promise with Non..."

"No, there is no promise. What else is the same reporter."

"The guy is Baek Non. It's just fat ain't corny."

"Where's the guy?" ask Trini.

"Sit on the porch."

Trini opened the door. Forgetting that he was only wearing ************ mini and short singlet-shaped t-shirts, stepping tiptoe into the living room. From behind the thick hordeng he peeked out. On the porch chair he saw a fat man wearing an upside-down pet hat sitting up to enjoy a cigarette. On the side of the road in front of the house was a black Suzuki katana. Trini recalled, the man had been seen at the Hospital in Sukabumi on the night the children of Nusantara III High School were rescued. Like earlier, tiptoed Trini back to the room.

Time passed by Aunt Sarkah she said. "I don't want to meet Bi's people. Just tell me I'm out..."

"Well, my Aunt Wong said it wasn't there. Pity if not found Non. Maybe something really important..."

"The Bi can be anything! Okay, tell me to wait there..."

"Well Non, Auntie made her guest coffee...?"

"No need. Later become a henchman of delicacy. Even the guests took a long time. Tell me I'm taking a shower."

Half an hour later when Trini finally appeared on the terrace, before the guest spoke Trini reprimanded first. "Do I have the same promise?"

"Sorry Mother. If you don't use a trick, it must be difficult to find important people like Ma'am." Then the fat journalist quickly turned off his cigarette, smiled widely, bowed slightly and let out a hand introducing himself.

"I'm Tuyul Swollen from the tabloids..."

"Ih, the name is strange anyway," Trini immediately cut off the words of people.

The reporter laughed loudly. He stood up from the chair, opened the pet hat until his bald head appeared plontos. "Mr Trini see for yourself. Fits my name against my cut. Fat puffer, bald head..."

Then like a pragawan the bald fat man stepped breezed down on the floor of the terrace, turning once, back to the chair. Trini Damayanti's laughter exploded. If previously there was a lack of pleasure in this person now began to appear liking.

"The name does match the person" Trini said. "But the time is right there his name is Tuyul Bengkak. Not funny ah!"

The fat man laughed a lot. Then with a serious mimic he said. "My name is actually Simatupang."

"Simatupang? It's from Batak yeah..."

"No. My name is not Marga..."

"Then?" Trini wonder.

"The amulet stands for Day Night Wait Call."

Back Trini laughed giggling. "That's it... How do you know my address?"

"Journalist... Tuyul Puffed... Address anyone should know..."

"Seriously, whose name is it? Later when I meet on the road when I shout :Hi! Tuyul Puffed!"

"That's a name for me! Already nempel left right top bottom front back!"

"Okay, I don't mean if you don't want to tell me the name." said Trini . His eyes noticed a mobile phone on the table. "Whose phone is it?"

"I, Ma'am."

"It's cool that journalists have cell phones."

"Don't have any leads" Trini said.

"OOO, that's so it's not old, just shy, Tuyul Bengkak use wiretap..."

Trini smiled. "Okay, now what do I need?"

"I really want to see Mr Trini. But it's hard. Maybe you are busy too. While in Sukabumi we colleagues from journalists asked for an explanation of the oddities that occurred during the rescue of seven mountain climbers. I deny there is any strangeness. This makes us journalists feel more mysterious. We are sure you know of the incident. But for some reason, I don't want to talk. What do you think about Trini herself?"

"Call me Trini. Don't use the name Mbak everything," said Trini.

"Okay, what do you think Trini is? There are no strange things..."

"I don't go it alone. Less know. But if you hear the story of Mr. Tatang, the Head of Supervisory Post, as well as the words of Letda Sofyan, plus the story of Mr. Sambas who monitors radio communications in the Post. Then the description of some residents who helped carry friends, it seems there is something strange. Even last night, when you had dinner with Mom, I was horrifying them to talk about it..."

"Well, if that is clear there is a mystery in Mount Gede. There is a strange thing, I want to try to contact the School, also the children who have returned home. Who knows if there is an additional story. Maybe even Boma later..."

"Boma's still in the hospital."

"I know..."

"Mas Tuyul, if the interview is over, I want to go to PMI Bogor Hospital. Want to eat Boma. Sorry, not ngusir..."

"It's okay. I want to go there too. Find new news material. Want together?"

"Not to..."

"Are you afraid of fat people?"

"Yes, afraid of the fat contagion," Trini replied with a laugh.

Tuyul Bengkak laughs. "I asked for a picture of him..."

"Well, how about all the photos?"

"Photo is a million words that cannot be written with a pen. Cia...!" Tuyul Bengkak. From inside the black bag he placed on the terrace floor issued a Nikon AF camera. He took photos of Trini from three directions, all semi close-ups.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Tuyul Bengkak put his camera in a bag and put on his pet hat. As usual, the hat was turned upside down. He got up from the chair but did not step straight. "There's one more question. It's forgetfulness."

"What?"

"Trini's relationship with Boma, besides schoolmates is there another special relationship?"

"Special means using honey milk egg plus ginger?"

Tuyul Swollen laughing widely. "I just want a negesin. Afraid of writing wrong. Really no?"

Trini Damayanti was silent for a moment. The face of Boma. Suddenly come over the face of Dwita Tifani. This pair of children's eyes grew. Smile playing with his lips. "It's opportunity. Great health! Let her know the taste." Trini said in her heart.

"Hmmm!" the sound of Tuyul Swollen resuscitated Trini. This kid is smiling. "Then ah said it!"

"Not be shy! It's gonna be big news, you know."

Trini nodded. "Indeed, frankly we've been dating for a long time. Began together still in first grade..."

"Boma's son is aggressive, isn't he?"

"Ajie bushyet! How did it get there?" Trini pouted but then smiled.

"Ajie bushyet!" Repeating Fat Tuyul. "Well! Those are new words. Not in the Great English Dictionary. Musti in catet..." Then this reporter made a small note in a small note that had been rattled and always carried around. "It's nothing

You see, I think Boma stands for Atomic Bomb. So it must be hot, even at times it can explode. Ha ha - ha..."

"If it's an Atomic Bomb, then what bomb is it?" ask Trini.

"I'm really a Tuyul Swollen!" answer the reporter. "Okay, thanks for the time. See you at PMI Bogor.

Trini nodded. As soon as he entered the house this child jumped in excitement. "Devy! Feel you! If the news were to appear in the newspaper, everyone would know that Boma is my girlfriend! You can bite your finger!"

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