COBBY

Patelas

The atmosphere of the village market this morning felt brighter. There was hardly any fog covering the streets. Unfortunately, the market seems to be quieter. Quite a lot of empty stalls. I don't know where the traders who yesterday seemed to fill every corner of the market.

The angkringan coffee shop remained open, with the gaffed father sitting around it. Purbo hesitates, immediately join them, say hello with a familiar snob or better a drink message and just wait for someone to say hello first.

Finally Purbo chose to bow and just nod at the person who was staring at his arrival. There was a sense of awkwardness when meeting the eyes of the villagers. Somehow the villagers seemed unfriendly to him. When Purbo nodded with a smile, no one replied. They were indifferent to the look of a flat face.

"Sir?" call Purbo to the stall guard who crouches behind him.

The shopkeeper seemed busy entering the charcoal into the fireplace. Keep the water in the aluminum teapot warm. Thin smoke billowing in the air blew warm air that felt comfortable touching Purbo's facial skin.

"Paac?" call Purbo again, but the warung guard still ignores him.

"Mas seee, if you call Tomi, you have to be more concerned" always someone from behind. Purbo turned his head, it turned out that the Ceking who yesterday had argued with Mak Nah.

"Tomi?" Purbo scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, look after the shop. His name is Tomi. He was sorry but his ears are a bit lacking, so if your phone is soft it will not be horrified" Ceking explained.

"I am an example, yes" continued Ceking.

"Hoeee Tomiii!" ceking shouted arrived.

Brakkkk

The shopkeeper was shocked with a cheering cry. Instantly jumped and his head hit his own wagon. He looked over while rubbing his forehead.

How surprised Purbo was when the guard nicknamed Tomi turned his head. Half of his face was covered with burn scars. It looks wrinkled, with pink arian skin.

"Astaghfirullah" Purbo said reflexively and then covered his mouth using his right palm.

Everyone immediately looked. Staring and glaring at Purbo with rage. Purbo is clumsy and genuinely feeling guilty.

"Sit you!" snapped Ceking pulled Purbo's shoulders a little rough.

Purbo according, although a little ndongkol also with the act of Ceking like a market thug.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean anything" Purbo apologized.

"Si Tomi was his house burned, so it was. You have a little empathy," Ceking sat in front of Purbo.

"Familiar first, my name is Ceking," Ceking reached out his hand.

"Ah yes, I," said Purbo to greet.

"I already know. You're the 'openi' Mak Nah," cut Ceking pulled his hand. Finally Purbo just shook hands with the wind.

"Emm, sorry Mas Ceking. Why did I say yesterday that I'm a new citizen here?" tanya Purbo arrived.

Gelagat Ceking immediately turned strange to hear Purbo's question. He grabbed the cigarette that had been placed on the table. The fire was extinguished, Ceking ignited it again.

"Am I saying that?" sahut Flat ceking.

"Yes. I thought about it from yesterday the meaning of the word njenengan," sergeant Purbo.

Ceking refused to answer, he turned around and turned to look at Tomi.

"Two ordinary coffee cups" Ceking said, raising two fingers.

"Ordinary coffee?" ask Tomi to make sure. Ceking.

"Yes yes! Your chatty lambs koyok bojoku! As*!" snapping Ceking while pounding the table.

Tomi according to this time. He immediately took two cups made of zinc with ash-fried motifs. Then so deftly take the coffee powder in the jar and pour it into the cup with boiling hot water.

The smell of coffee dancing in the air. Fragrance that makes lazy disappear. Purbo just found out there is this aroma of fragrant coffee. The coffee is ready, Tomi thrusts it in front of Ceking. Then Ceking put the coffee on the front desk of Purbo's seat.

"I'd like to order ginger wedang only," said Purbo. He remembered not having breakfast. It's a little risky for his stomach to drink coffee now.

"This is me buying. Mbok ya appreciated to Mas Mas," Ceking protest.

"But Mas,"

"No need but but. Just drink, while we talk. Later do not answer your question earlier," cut Ceking.

"Ah, well then thank you, Mas" said Purbo relented. For Purbo Ceking is a young man who feels annoying. Powerful and likes to force. And somehow everyone looks ordinary with the disturbing behavior of Ceking.

"Let's drink it," asked Ceking.

Purbo touched the cup, and it still felt very hot.

"It's still very hot, Mas" replied Purbo later.

"This coffee is good to be screwed again hot you know Mas," said Ceking while blowing his cup niup.

"Slluurrrrppp, aaahhhh," Ceking sipped his coffee with his eyes closed, looking really enjoy.

"Kindness tenan Mass. Come on, it's so good, "Ceking smiled broadly. It shows a small, jagged row of teeth.

A little hesitant, Purbo finally imitated what Ceking did. He blew his cup. The smell of coffee pierces the nose. Purbo just realized, the smell of coffee is somewhat different. There was a slight fishy smell.

"Sluurrrppp," Purbo sipped and sipped his coffee slowly.

The first sensation is warm on the tongue. But after that, a very sticky and bitter taste appeared. The smell of fishy also stings piercing the nose.

Purbo's head suddenly felt dizzy and turned around. Purbo looked around, Ceking's face and everyone seemed to turn pale. Whether Purbo was hallucinating or not, everyone was seen laughing out loud. They laughed at Purbo, fussing at him, as if mocking the tormented Purbo.

"Hoeeekk! Hooeekk!" Purbo vomited out his stomach. A thick black liquid like used oil came out of Purbo's mouth. So much, spilling to the ground. Purbo's stomach was rumbling. Pain and heat.

"Haa haahh haahhh," Purbo panted heavily. Sweat on the forehead and temples. He crouched on the ground resting on his knees.

"Master!" the female voice shouted. Well come half running.

"What are you doing?" Jerk Mak Nah on Ceking.

Purbo's ears were ringing, he had trouble hearing the words of Mak Nah. Samar can see Mak Nah slapping Ceking's cheek, then pointing at his face.

Purbo couldn't stand it, his head was heavy. The back of his head was pulled and poked. He resigned, and finally fell flat on the ground full of black vomit liquid earlier.

Before fainting, Purbo heard whispers in his ear. A voice that is out of nowhere. The female voice, which sounded familiar and so Purbo longed for.

"Mas, gohome!"

And in the end, the voice disappeared, along with a blackened look of Purbo's eyes.

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