Bony The Scooter

ch.7 – Unlong Sunday Nights

"May my blanket be the one that warms me

when the cold strikes my body and soul." -- quotes

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I can't go through the – days quietly like before, I must always maintain the attitude in front of my mother,

because I don't want all my weeknight plans to end in failure.

It was all because of the Kipli who had the heart to leak my secret to my mother, but strangely after that incident, never once did my mother ask me about Sunday night, does this mean that my mother allowed me to date?

Or because of my attitude that managed to make my mother unsuspecting?

All this is too strange and I can never guess what is on my mind.

The day I was waiting for finally arrived, but I did not feel happy at all, during these few days everything went too smoothly, I had a bad feeling, it was like a quiet night before the storm.

I have prepared all the equipment for today, including the gift I will give to the wulan that I now keep in the box behind the vespa.

Tonight this week is my first date, which I have prepared far –well, because I want this day to end beautifully.

I patted both of my cheeks in front of the mirror to eliminate all the groggy feeling, because time was getting late.

I stepped foot into the bathroom, while muttering to find the sentence I would say when I met the wulan.

“Hai, have you been waiting for a long time?”, “Bittle, your real beauty.”

I repeatedly shook my head because I couldn't find a sentence that I felt was fitting that would be a first impression of wulan for me.

“tumben hour soon already want to shower bar?”

Because I was thinking too much, I did not realize that I had entered the territory of the mother, kitchen and bathroom power in my house nearby, so it would be visible from the kitchen, he said, anyone who goes into the bathroom.

*Degg felt like he was electrocuted when he heard mom's question just now.

“eh, yes mak, Akbar want to maen to Wulan house.”

“Alamaaaak, die me. keceplosan also in front of mom”.

My mind cursed my answer just now.

“Wulan?? Marjono's son?”

Ask my mom to make sure

“Enggggg... Yes mom, mom knows?”

“if not wrong, his father wulan used to be one class with his mother in SMP.”

“Ooowh.

My answer was short because it held the shame and wanted to immediately run away from the face of my mother.

“Yaudah, sono shower, dress up, let Wulan be with you.”

“Heeeeeh???!! Is mom angry? If Akbar goes on a weekly night?"

“Lha make what angry bar?? Mother was also young, mother also believes you already know the boundaries of dating people right?? Or need mom ajarin?”

“Hidih, what the hell is this mother, different donk mak datingnya era mother used to be the same time Akbar.”

I replied with a bit of embarrassment and immediately ran to the bathroom.

After all the rituals were completed, I also went to the Wulan house, not forgetting I say goodbye to my mother who turned out the results were not as bad as my shadow so far, he said, meaning useless all this time I acted to hide the secret from my mother, because in the end even I was lost.

At 5pm I went to Wulan's house.

　

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To be honest Wulan was initially a little hesitant to accept the request of the dhewi to be his spies.

Because there is something that no one ever knows about wulan, that is his feelings for Akbar.

Once upon a time Wulan was bullied by his classmates in Junior High just because of sweet but tomboyish wulan, face and behavior that is very contrary to this ended up being a source of problems for wulan.

Because many boys who want to express their feelings but do not dare because of the behavior of the tomboyish Wulan.

That's what finally makes some boys call it Lesb*an, when it is appropriate for girls to go in groups with their same sex, although the appearance of a tomboyish wulan is very contrasted with the group.

Bullying is also actually also one of the girl friends her group, because many of them often praise the beauty of Wulan combined with a tomboyish attitude.

It made it seem as if being a pretty-faced guy, they praised wulan as well as envy wulan.

But even so, Wulan who felt hurt was always indifferent when many bullied him, there were only a handful of people in his class who never bullied Wulan, one of which was Akbar.

Not infrequently Akbar defended and helped him when bullied, Akbar also often encouraged the wulan not to think too much about what happened.

“Let others say what, you are you. Be yourself, do not have to be less.”

Akbar's words until now wulan remembered, and indirectly grew a seed in the heart of the wulan that made it turn into more feminine as it is now.

“Before it's too late, I have to talk to Akbar.”

Murmured Wulan while looking at tidying up her hijab.

[Treng, teng. teng  Finally Bony landed perfectly in the courtyard of Wulan's house.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

There was a sweet sound from inside Wulan's house.

“mau enter first or go directly to the road?”

Wulan opened the door and immediately asked me that.

　

"......"

I was silent for a long time looking at the appearance of Wulan that I had never seen before.

This is the first time I've seen Wulan wear a girl's shirt, even in school uniform, Wulan has been included feminine in my opinion but now in front of me has realized the evolution of a beautiful creature that is tomboyish into an angel who is smiling beautifully in front of me.

“oi, why the bar?”

I was still silent to see Wulan from head to toe,

I saw her wearing a hijab and a similar colored t-shirt, which wrapped her head beautifully.

the shirt is covered with a long black cardigan, and wears black trousers that make Wulan look tall and graceful.

“.....bar?? Akbar??”

wulan managed to resuscitate my daydreams as her delicate hand landed on my shoulder.

“E.. uhh, yes wul.. ayok depart.”

I answered with a little bit of a fumble

“Ehm... um, where are you going this afternoon gini?”

there was a low-pitched ngebas sound behind Wulan.

A voice that managed to make sweat appeared at the temple of my head.

Yes it is the authoritative voice of a father who tries to protect his daughter from a wolf in sheep's clothing like me.

“ Uh, this is it, Akbar want to ngajakin Wulan eat out, not long kok.”

I answered trying to convince Wulan's father.

“Akbar..? you're Martini's son?”

Wulan's father asked me to investigate as if she didn't want her daughter to be released from her hands.

“Iya om, that's right, sorry Akbar long bnget never play here.”

I answered while kissing the hand of om marjono.

“hahaha. pantesan om kayak knows you, but om pangling, hahaha, you have already added big. Your mommy's dad healthy po bar?”

Tanya om marjono who began to look familiar with me.

“Alhamdulillah om, insya Allah healthy everything.”

I answered because I don't know how my father is doing right now.

“iih, why did you even talk to Akbar anyway?, So how about it?

Wulan can walk with Akbar gak?”

Wulan started whining in front of her father

“hahaha. yes can be,tapii.”.

Om Marjono did not finish his words and immediately turned to look at me.

“eh ok om shiyap, calm om, Akbar same Wulan just friends, this is Akbar just want to make a reunion. ”

“already yok bar, we leave.”

Take Wulan with me while pulling my hand

“Om, we leave first yes.”

I said goodbye to Marjono, not forgetting I kissed his hand again.

“yo.. be careful on the road, remember do not go home too late”

Wulan's father reminded me.

Me and Wulan immediately darted with Bony to a coffee shop that had not been open for a long time in the next district.

And because the coffee shop was not long open, the enthusiasm of young people to enjoy coffee is very high, as a result this week's night is very crowded here.

When Wulan and I started to enter the tavern, almost all the eyes of the visitors were on us.

Wulan and I did not care much about it and headed straight for the empty sofa that was in the corner to avoid their attention.

“Welcome, what message would you like?”

A waiter approached us and handed us a menu.

“I am used to hanging out in this store without ba-bi-bu directly order my subscription menu.

“v-60 medium, its sugar is separated, same original fried cassava, the sauce is muchin.”

“mmm... if I am just, orange juice same sausage grill donk.”

Answer the still confused wulan looking through the menu.

“hmm, ok is there more brother?”

The waiter nodded while taking down our order.

“later we order again if you want to nambuk”

I answered quickly because I can't wait to chat with Wulan.

“ok sis, awaited for a moment yaa.”

The waiter finally left us.

I was again confused where to start from our chatter, not feeling the sweat back wet my temples.

Seeing my slightly strange behavior, Wulan finally began to open this conversation.

“You why the hell bar? From earlier you often bengong deh.”

“Don't know, it feels like you are very different, not like the Wulan I used to know.”

I answered the wulan question with a little regret for not being able to admit that the wulan now in front of me was a wulan that turned into a very beautiful creature.

I also began to realize why the moment we both entered this tavern became the center of attention, it was all because there was a beautiful angel who walked with a handsome-looking prince like me.

"How different is it??I'm still the same, not changed, I'm still the wulan that I used to be, which you often help in the era of SMP.”

Wulan replied which seemed to be luring me to say something.

“iya wul, you are different, not the same as before, you are now beautiful already called angel who came down from vespa.”

I replied with a smile to break my veins of shame.

I realized that there was a change in the cheeks of the wulan that changed color to red after hearing my honesty earlier.

“wul. i..”.

My words were stifled as I began to try to brave myself to hold the hand of the wulan that was currently on the table.

but when my hand touched his hand

　

“excuse me, here's the order.”

Suddenly the waiter came with his awkward smile

because seeing the two of us immediately withdraw our hands at about the same time.

“eh yes, thank you brother,”

I replied with a cynical smile because the waiter had come at a very inopportune moment.

In this heart came every oath cursing the servant.

“please enjoy kak”

said the waiter passed by and left a meaningful smile to me.

“What are you enjoying? My coffee or...??”

My mind was trying to decipher the smile from the servant earlier.

I started to mix coffee according to my taste, and it looks like Wulan is still blushing embarrassed while drinking a little orange juice.

“to where were we?”

I asked Wulan.

*bluush I saw that wulan's cheeks turned red when I asked that question.

“oh, uh.”

I realized the mistake of my question just now.

There was a strange taste that appeared inside my chest every time I looked at the wulan.

It felt like this heart was beating faster than usual, and it was pumping blood to flow faster throughout the body which resulted in my cheeks starting to turn red.

Me and Wulan both fell silent and chose to steal a glance at each other while enjoying the dish in front of us.

It turned out that the waiter who had delivered the order was smiling towards our seats, and whispering something to the cashier who was also the music operator, until a romantic western song sounded that echoed throughout the store, I realized it because suddenly the song in this tavern changed unnaturally, when I turned to the music operator, who I saw only the waiter was looking at me and gave two thumbs at me.

This song made us feel more romantic.

I just smiled and nodded my head slowly

because he had the support of the waiter.

“Wul, i.”

“Bar.”

Without any command, me and the wulan called out to each other simultaneously.

And by accident our eyes met, then we looked at each other for a moment, then lowered our heads together because we could not bear the shame and groggy.

“Ladies first.”

My words to Wulan

“Ngak bar, you were aja.”

“Nothing really, you used to say.”

I said with a smile

Actually I want to immediately declare my love for wulan and want to immediately feel like throwing away your single status.

But I think it's too soon for me and for Wulan, and I think that this is not good for our future relationship, so I undo my intention to express love to her.

Besides, I'm not sure if this feeling is called love?

Because all this time I only consider wulan as a friend, no more and no less.

I was also afraid that declaring love would only ruin my friendship with her.

Suddenly Wulan looked at me seriously

“Bar. I'm the one like how?”

This trap question, managed to make me confused, confused to string the right words, so that when I answered there was no misunderstanding between us.

“mmm.. I think you are good, beautiful, tall, sexy. Your body size is also proportional, really boy's dream is wul.”.

My answer is steady

Haaiish, that's not what I meant.”

Wulan let out a disappointed sigh but her cheeks grew red.

“What is the mksud?”

I'm the one who didn't understand the wulan question.

“i who do you think I am?, who am I for you?”

Wulan again asked a question that made me hesitate to answer.