College Boy: Hanung And Wati

Photocopiers and Flower Pots

Before returning to the boarding house, I stopped by the copier on the campus deck, which of course is not to buy coffee but buy a pen to replace the pen Yeda which is either intentionally or unintentionally I have disappeared from the surface of the earth.

Why would I say that? Because the fountain pen has become an occult item. The proof is that when I go back to class, there are no things.

"Bang, how many pens is this?" ask me while pointing at the pen in the storefront, by the way the pen I borrowed the same that I pointed out had a hundred percent resemblance aka similar.

"Ten bamboo shoots," replied the brother who if I pay attention to his hairstyle is like Ariel Noah. By the way, I was quite surprised at the price because it did not match my expectations.

"Well? Not a bell, Bang?"

The brother daem snapped, continued shortly after that he replied, "Can the hell be a bell, but only the pen casing doang, want?"

I heard the answer quite flattered, how about it, huh? Yes, yes, just the pen casing doang? Yeda nulisnya use what? The pen that inked supernatural? I think that the brother is not the intention of selling, the proof is that his face is dull and still tangled like people have not taken a bath for a week.

"If this is how much, Bang?" ask me again still while pointing pen different models and the place is not far from the previous pen.

"Seventy rebu." I immediately glared too.

Buset dah, pen doang cost seventy thousand, what kind of pen is that? Gold-plated also no, the model is also ordinary. If I like this, I am sure that my brother does not intend to sell.

"So buy no pens?" I was quite jolted when the brother copier nanya kayak so when I was still confused to buy a pen which.

"Be."

"Yes bought, I want to sleep."

I also glanced because the look and tone of his speech was not friendly with the buyer. "Buset bye, so don't stay up, Bang. That's what it is."

The brother cuek while pounding wide kudanil kayak.

Because the brother said he wanted to sleep and I also did not feel at home for long here, I have decided to buy which pen.

"Well, I bought a pen that cost ten stews."

"How many seeds?"

"Two of them."

When the brother took the pen that I want to buy in the storefront, I took a sheet of twenty thousand in the bag of jeans. Then the brother gave me the pen and I gave him the money.

"Bang, I want a photocopy."

"Well, sorry. Nengs. The copier's broken."

I sneer not without reason, because when serving me the brother kayak has no spirit of life, but the turn of the new friendly consumers ask for forgiveness.

Dih, the mentang-matang that come with a girl, so kindly so.

Speaking of girls, I'm not a stranger is that the same sound?

"Well, when is it?" ask a girl, who succeeded in making me very sure that her voice was really familiar to my ears.

"Two days, Neng," replied the copier's brother with a smile, idih.

Because I was curious, without hesitation, I looked at the girl whose voice was quite familiar to the ears.

And it turns out, I really thought. That girl is actually a person I know, yaiyalah wong a week ago I met her at the mall.

"Well, leliness. Can't be today, Bang?" The flower pot, which until this moment has not realized my existence.

"No way, Neng."

There was a look of disappointment on his face, but the flower pot tried to make a smile. "Oh, that. Thanks, Bang."

And when the conversation that occurred between the flower pot with the brother of the copier who styled his hair like Ariel Noah, finally the former realized my existence with a look that looks surprised.

"Eh, Hanung?" call him who makes me nod short.

"Oh my goodness, I don't expect to see you again," he said excitedly, if I'm normal there is no fuss at all.

"What's going on here?" ask again.

Before answering, I pointed out two newly purchased pens. "Abis buy a pen."

Oiya, I didn't tell you, did I? So I bought two pens, one to replace the pen Yeda and the second for myself, because honestly I just want to spend enough time to have my own pen, wkwkwkwk.

"Yeah, Nung. I'd like to ask you if you know a copier other than here?"

Without much thought I nodded briefly. "Or."

Large pots of smiles when I hear my answer. "Where is the place?"

"In the fork there." I answered while pointing towards a straight road that if you turn left there will be a fork and not far from there, there's a copier who's like his keeper has a higher spirit of life than this guard.

"Decision is not the place?"

"Lumayan."

Flower pot diem for a minute. "Can you ask for anterin?" his question was somewhat doubtful.

If he had been on the brakes for a while, now it's my turn to be on the brakes.

Look, it's not that I don't want to help him but now there's a heart I have to take care of. Yes, I must take care of Bagong, Neneng, Ningsih, Anjeli.

"Lo just ride the angkot," said I sok cuek.

Pouty, yes. It was the expression of a flower pot. "Gue doesn't know the place, Nung. What if I stray later?"

"Yes, just ask the people."

After I said it like that, the flower pot frowned.

"Mas, it can't be. My grandmother said, if anyone asks for help to be helped, then that's the sweet one. Don't know the way, don't be evil with girls," chirped the brother who succeeded in making me the same pot of flowers towards him who again butt his chin, and immediately I exhale.

He said don't be mean to girls? But if the girl used to be evil how? Do I need to tell my past related to flower pots, let the photocopy stall keeper who has no spirit of life pull his words? But I don't think so, it's not important either.

"If I were there, I'd have anterin." I'm not that satirical sentence or not, but obviously the brother nyebelin.

"Judah, my brother who won't then."

"No, I'll have to keep the shophouse and I don't know where it is."

For the second time, I exhaled.

Yaudahlah, than I bickering the same copier mending I just miss, after all, also the flower pot if not helped. And it's like something he wants to photocopy is really important and should be hastened.

"Yaudah, I'm anterin."

His pouting expression instantly changed drastically. As I stepped for Bagong nyamperin, he followed from behind.

To be safe, I love him helmet has his neighbor Wati, the guy I call the fat face. Oiya talked about Wati, tuh girl has returned first time, very bad indeed.

Even though I still crave him, but at least I still have a responsibility to bring him home.

"Eiya, what'd you go to the place?" ask me when the Bagong engine starts, and of course I have a helmet.

"Motor, it was the same nebeng temen," he replied who then went straight up to my bike.

"Where are you going now?"

"Udah go."

Before I walk the Bagong, I take a speedometer that is like the word Bagong.

Immediately I looked at him, and in my heart he said. Bagong, please. I ask you please do not tell Nyi Wati Blorong if I boncengin girl other than him. It's an emergency so I hope you can understand it and I'm sure you can keep it a secret.