Bony The Scooter

Ch.26 – Hogy and Typhoons Less Working

"Think positive, no matter how hard your life." -- (Ali bin Abi Talib)

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This lunch was quite luxurious for me, grilled fish with various types of sambal, with a basket of rice for three, and a special drink from the ingredients we picked ourselves directly from the tree, Coconut Ice Orange with special taste made by mbok Ijah then with the nuances of nature around the house typhoon adds a taste that I really can not express.

We finally managed to hang out in a special way that Typhoon and Hogy had prepared especially for me, after the previous edition of hanging out had failed because of Rayhan and Dhewi.

Indirectly I began to know the background possessed by the Typhoon, but this curiosity I can no longer contain, I can no longer, and it's better I ask Typhoon directly than just think – is reckless.

“So.. Can I ask?”

“Hahaha, I guess it can't be held again ya bar?”

Answer the Typhoon while releasing a puff of cigarette smoke from his mouth.

“Haish.. Have a good time you two chat alone, I want to play guitar in the room.” Hogy's timpal stepping on his cigarette butt.

Me and Typhoon were still sitting on the Terrace of the Cyclone room, while Hogy walked into it.

Typhoon told me everything without anyone closing – cover, that everyone I had met around the house Typhoon was the main employee of the company managed by the father of Typhoon. While some people who were near the old building were only apprentices, who were not necessarily appointed as the main employees.

Typhoon's father was a branch head of a local security service company, not a police, not a security, and from my conclusion, they were more worthy of being called a local-flavored mafia. It was fitting that Hogy called Typhoon a thug boy.

He also told me that once his father's company was hired as a body guard by some elite of the city government. But Typhoon itself does not know who is the head of the center where the father of the typhoon works.

Many of my questions about the Typhoon have now been answered, only a few more questions remain, one of which is where the jeep car as much as it came into this forest.

Typhoon took me around the courtyard of his private room before taking me around the yard of his house which is quite wide, he pointed towards the forest that is across, he said that the forest was already in the district next door, and the river at the bottom of the valley is the border.

After Typhoon said that, I remembered the “Lampir” river that became the border between my district and the next district.but when I asked Typhoon he only responded to my question with a smile at the end.

If it is true that the Lampir river is down there, then this area should not be far from the highway that I have passed, but I undo my intention to ask again to the Typhoon, because he was taking me around his backyard where there is a large red rose garden and decorated with fish ponds.

He said that the gate we passed was a side gate and not the main gate.

From the side gate there is a walkway made of small stones neatly arranged and directly to the gazebo and room Typhoon which is at the back end there, while the other areas are still natural in the form of red soil that is dense with a little moss on it.

When Typhoon and I reached the front gate I found a view that was quite contrasted with the beautiful forest environment, I still thought that all these jeeps penetrated the forest through the dirt path.

Rough asphalt that cuts through the forest and leads directly to the front of the main gate of the Typhoon house, while the streets around the Typhoon house only use large stone fragments neatly arranged.

All of this has answered my question about all the jeeps that can get through this forest, and sure enough, when I looked far to the end of the asphalt there was a faint – I saw a building similar to the old building Bony parking lot.

“Pan, the building really looks like our motor parking lot huh?”

Not yet had time for Typhoon to answer my question, arrived – arrived someone with a stocky body running towards us.

“Do not know, do not see, is in the house maybe.”

Answer the brief Typhoon accompanied by a movement up and down from his shoulders. The burly man disappeared into the main house after hearing the answer from the Typhoon.

“So you asked what bar? Sampe forgot me because – because there is an ad through.”

“that you know, the building at the end of the asphalt is similar to our motor parking lot?”

“Hahahaha.later you will also understand, yok ah, we go back to the room, kasian Hogy alone.”

After Typhoon answered my question with his laughter, he also invited me back to the Cyclone's private room through a different path to the path we had passed before, he said, and this is a path that can be passed by jeep cars, because the structure of this road has used a neat large stone arrangement. Although this path is slightly twisted, but all this fatigue is paid for by the forest scenery that looks very beautiful and soothing to the eye.

Hogy was still asleep hugging Typhoon's guitar when we got back, no idea what dream he was having. We just smiled amusedly at the current condition of our best friend.

Now I am in a room that is more appropriate for me to call with a small house complete with all the facilities, a bathroom inside, and also there is a mini kitchen to just cook instant noodles.

“Pan, what was your father's name?”

“Rose pack, why bar?”

“Hahaha what is –, just a branch head named rose anyway? Like a girl's name.”

“Bwahahahaha, my father's name is Ma...war.di... and more beautiful if it is called Rose hahaha.”.

I almost choked on my own breath after hearing the full name of his father Typhoon, not only his name was quite strange, but his father's name was quite unique, I got goosebumps myself imagining how the appearance of his father Typhoon.

The time was getting late afternoon when the three of us were escorted to the motor park using one of the jeep cars owned by Mr. Mawardi, and sure enough it is not up to 10 minutes to arrive at the old building of our motor parking lot using the rough asphalt path from the front of the main gate, the, it took almost 40 minutes while we were walking.

“ada who wants to say bar?”

Hogy asked me complete with his songong smile.

“Bajinguuuk..!!! why didn't we just go through here? All use the rock jump adventure to cross the river, enter the cassava garden as well! Don't know what? My smooth body is bentol – bentol bitten by mosquitoes!!”

Answer me by showing the hand that bentol – this bentol.

“Bwahahaha. yes let you also know what I rasain first bar, it used to be fitting you nganterin mbak wie home, I also dikerjain Typhoon through that path.

With a single breath I landed a tell in the heads of the two of them who were laughing at me without having time they avoided, they were right – really compact when pranking me.

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The second day of MOPDIK is held at the main campus, and as usual this event starts from six in the morning until one in the afternoon, the three of us made a pact to gather at my house first before leaving together for the main campus.

At exactly half-six in the morning Hogy had landed safely in front of my house, while Typhoon had not yet seen the trunk of his nose.