Boyfriend Lies

BC 12 | Technical Meeting

The draft concept that has been completed we discussed was rejected by Mr. Abigail two weeks before the technical meeting was held. The entire committee began to mists overhaul the reshuffle because it wanted the event to run according to the wishes of the school.

Mr. Abigail wants all the races to be overhauled, especially the mojang polling style competition. He wants the word mojang polling to be abolished, so that participants do not only show Sundanese traditional clothing. Obviously we are following, discussing the concept until the OSIS builder agrees. As a result, it became the name of the Indonesian Custom Fashion Contest. Later all contestants must wear custom clothing from the ball shuffle they choose together.

Bagas and I are so anxious. Suddenly have the desire to wear kebaya because among all traditional clothes, Sundanese customs are the simplest luggage. But apparently, God did not agree with our expectations. Evidently during technical meetings, the match for Sundanese customs is owned by the XI-A class, namely the Kak Bagas class represented by Kak Cecilia and Arfan. Beautiful are they. Kak Cecil's plan succeeded as completely as it seemed.

Now, there are three matches left for the three representatives of the organization and the extracurricular school. I who have resigned ended up throwing the opportunity to choose a match to Kak Bagas. All custom clothes that are easy to wear have been chosen by everyone. Convinced of that, I didn't have the passion to expect more knowing the end would be disappointing.

Brother Vishnu opened our shuffle. "good. I'll read the customary dress chosen by Mr. Chairman of OSIS."

The wide smile of Wisnu made my breath take a heavy blow. Never mind. The face of the meeting moderator has signaled that the clothes we choose will feel heavy to wear.

"OSIS representatives will display traditional Balinese clothes."

"Room?" My head was raised in disbelief at the announcement.

Brother Bagas who also heard that gradually stepped toward me. Head bowed.

"Sir, how is Bali custom?" I immediately asked the question as soon as Bagas arrived at our seats.

"Try us to search, yes," he replied weakly.

The phone came out of my lover's pocket. His fingers typed smoothly the material we needed, so before long appeared the thing we were looking for.

"That's it, his head wears what it is ...." My index finger leads to an image that is plastered there.

Bagas did not reply, only moaning stifled while closing both eyes. "Our words are answered, dear," he whispered regretfully. "We don't wear kebaya. So, God loves another custom shirt."

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We then informed the event of this customary fashion contest to Mother and Mami. Some kind of need help to find the custom clothes because the remaining time is only a week away. We submitted the costume issue to two mothers because we had to focus on memorizing material to answer questions from the jury later.

"Nih, Brother. Listen Dara first," I asked as I gave him a paper containing Raden Ajeng Kartini's data.

We have sat facing each other, choosing the living room as a location to memorize the material for the race.

"The full name is Raden Ajeng Kartini Djojo Adhiningrat. Born in Mayong, Jepara, Central Java Province on April 21, 1879. She was the daughter of Raden Mas Duke of Ario Sosroningrat and M. A. Ngasirah."

"Udah?" Brother Bagas looks sure.

"Yes, that's the poultice. Brother's also hapalin, dong. Adek time, doang." I said that because from the moment he got home he kept looking at the phone screen.

"Yet lazy. Sister used to study SKS. So, later, aja, hapalinnya." He looked back at the cell phone.

"Really, huh? Watch out, you know, if it's not memorized."

Bagas did not reply, only giving a short nod in passing. It caught my attention to look at him. Without him noticing, my head slowly peeked. Want to find out the reason Kak Bagas is constantly looking at mobile phones.

"Geez!" I shook my head in disbelief after knowing the reason he kept looking at the cell phone. "Kirain again reply chat or something, that is. You know look at Moge."

"Yes." Yeah." He ended up showing a photo of a green motor that was used as the main wallpaper. "Weight, I mean, because going to school isn't the same as him."

My eyes narrowed. The truth is not over thought. Leaving the moge a day is like leaving the bike for a month. About if told to choose moge or Dara, who will he choose?

"Become ... Aarg ...."

Mami's call from inside the house made our attention temporarily distracted. He came to the front room with a smile. "Come, get ready!" Without a plan, Mami immediately told me to get ready.

"Where are you going, Mi?" tanyaku represents Kak Bagas' confusion as well.

"Fitting shirt. Bagas' mother found traditional Balinese clothes. Come on, let's get to the salon now. Hunting for clothes hired by people." The excited mom immediately left us gawking on the spot.

I agree with that opinion too. "Hm, they're looking for his shirt."

"Good God .. Even dumb." It's just a matter of minutes you spend getting ready. "We left in a car, yes! Bagas can drive, right?"

"I-it, anu ... Mommy. Bagas doesn't have a SIM."

My eyes glared with a long breath. He must have reasoned because he couldn't leave without a moge.

"Yes, no problem." Lucky because Mami does not want her wishes rejected by others. "You drive, aja. If there's a cop, we'll change. Mama's gonna drive."

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We arrived at the location that had been sent by Kak Bagas' mother. Travel smoothly without meeting the police, so the driver of the car does not need to be replaced. Sis Bagas, although annoyed to leave the moge at home, he never once showed a look of dislike in the way Mami ruled. His face remained professional, smiling widely, and answering everything Mami had proposed.

The De Lafina Salon. We entered with Mami as the main driver. He who knew the location of the agreement also opened the shop door, then walked to the administrative table. I looked away, choosing to see the longest wedding dresses in the mannequin of the room. Too beautiful to wear, so it is suitable for display.

"Awe-struck kayak" whispered Brother Bagas as he nudged my arm.

"Hm, pretty-beautiful," I said happily.

"Losely worn Adek will be even more beautiful as it is."

My eyeballs are straight round. "Gombal mulu, ah."

"Seriously." Brother Bagas pinched my cheek in agitation. "Do you want all the dress fittings too?"

"Well, what the hell are you doing?"

"Make our wedding, you know," she chanted with a small laugh.

My mouth that has been open and intends to reply to the joke Kak Bagas was forced to hold back because Mami had finished talking to the salon employees.

"Come," take Mami who walked first to the door.

There's Esther's mother in this room. I was talking to one of the salon employees. His hands look busy hugging some prints for his son's custom clothes.

"Mommy, it's coming."

Miss Esther who noticed our presence then greeted Mami and approached her. I don't know when they were familiar. Calling to follow the call of his children.

"Sorry, yes, Miss Esther. A little ngaret," said Mami after previously hugging briefly with Kak Bagas' mother.

"Yes, no problem. I haven't been here long either. Just came straight to rent his shirt." Miss Esther showed me their clothes.

Mami immediately picked up the clothes that Miss Ester showed. Spread the cloth in all directions to pay attention to the details of the fabric more clearly. "Is this all there is, Mom, her shirt?"

"Yes, Mi. Hana said on WhatsApp there are two custom clothes, but fitting came this stay that has not been rented."

I can't stop looking at the faces of the two in turn. Appreciate with warm heart the movement of both mothers who are responsive to the duties of their children. I can only stop being an observer when this arm is held by Kak Bagas tightly. He led me to walk closer to the sofa provided.

"Old discussion, like, mending we sit down, aja."

That advice without further ado I leave it. I have the same feeling about it. Mami and Ibu will be involved in a long discussion in determining the traditional clothes that we will wear. It's better to wait while sitting, right, than to stay in the middle of them?

The man beside me again made a move. She wordlessly patted her side of the shoulder, as if gesturing for me to wait while leaning against her shoulder. Of course I'm smiling. I'll wait while leaning on Kak Bagas' shoulder with a deep sense of pleasure.

For half an hour, the two mothers discussed traditional clothing with salon employees. We who waited were almost tired and bored. Lucky for Mami to realize our boredom. He suddenly waved and immediately gave an instruction. "Try the shirt first, honey."

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