College Boy: Hanung And Wati

#S2 Night Sunday

On this Sunday night, the stars in the night sky scattered rice kayaks that were deliberately sown on the ground to eat chicken. And tonight I am again on the balcony terrace indekos again sitting relaxed while holding Tamara aka my favorite brown guitar that has been replaced several times due to break up.

In addition to Bagong, the duck bike is also my favorite. Tamara is one of my precious things, the beginning I met Tamara when I was cute and when I was still quiet (joking), and still quiet, still cute which I mean when I was still wearing a blue white uniform that at that time I had just stepped on second grade Junior High School. I was known as Tamara Sama bokap alias as a birthday gift because a week before my birthday told me to want a guitar.

The reason I want a guitar because it is cool is that immediately feel like the most handsome guy at once the coolest especially in front of girls, hehe.

But since I was in college, I was getting busy until I barely had time to make friends with Tamara like before. But this time, because I am not busy, because there are no tasks that must be completed, and no longer update on Sunday night on the grounds that the boyfriend again focuses on watching Indian films, he said, I am also free. And the leisure time I had before bed I used to go back to being the coolest guy in the index, hehe.

Maybe because long enough I did not play Tamara, I kind of forgot the same keys sometimes when my mouth murmured to sing my fingers put the position on the wrong strings.

"Tumben you're not out? Usually you are the same Wati often collect used straws on this week's night."

I hissed and didn't have to turn around because I already knew who did it, his name was Yuvino Sebastian a medical student who was busy interning at a famous private hospital and I usually called him bang Upin. Then I guess the guy is again standing leaning against the corner of the wall because that's his favorite position if again on the balcony.

“Dih, so carelessly it's the mouth,” my comment with the focus of putting the fingers on the right strings. Abis it's I flinched once. Okay, the sound's not too bad.

After one to three guitars, there is one thing that I ask about the existence of bang Upin that is here because usually if you are free to kayak tonight this week it must be bang Upin will wander.

"Lo is also a big tumben here? Usually also to the hospital nemenin Alsa," I asked while trying to pick up guitar strings again but this time the sound is slower.

By the way, the name of the girl I called was her childhood friend bang Upin who just met again and is now again admitted to the hospital where she interned. The fate under the guise of coincidence, right?

"Alsa told me not to come to the hospital because he no longer wanted to be disturbed."

The answer bang Upin made my hand movements stop then one of my eyebrows was raised a little. "Disturbed?"

Only when I trigger one word that can be used as a question that I can see the real upin bang actually leaning the body on the wall with one hand that is a plate and one hand holding the phone maybe read the article about medicine as usual.

"Yes, he wants to finish reading the comics," he replied while focusing on the phone.

At first glance I'm a mangosteen and now I don't want to ask more deeply about what comics Alsa reads or whatever it is, what, because now my focus is not there anymore but to the white plate held by bang Upin. According to my guess, the plate is filled Indomie fried because of its appearance and the wind blowing time I can smell it, but the aroma is different unlike the fried Indomie I usually eat.

"Bikin Indomie, Bang?"

"Hm, any more pranks just need a snack."

Bang Upin no longer focus on the phone because the electronic object he entered into the pocket of his shorts then bang Upin road approached to sit on an empty seat next to me that borders the same round table.

From the texture, aroma, the same color is somewhat different and because it is too serious see the instant noodles that I become cold and automatically worms writhing began to riot. Seeing bang Upin who started eating instant noodles mixed with eggs that have been yanked makes my mouth sound.

"Don't you?"

Bang Upin looked over. "Why?"

"Lo has to take responsibility."

"Huh?"

My roommate was also sizzling. "I'm not going to share, you make yourself there!"

"But, stingy," my lips.

"Bodoamat, anyways do not become a habit. Every time I eat you ask."

I know that Upin is upset but somehow his frustration is the same as his talk that makes me cry. Yes, let's just say I'm not self-conscious.

"Kan sharing is beautiful, Bang. You also ate wrong in front of me," my alibi defended myself.

"Gue tabok also yes lo mouth," ferociously that again makes me cry.

"Handle, Bang."

Okay, because bang Upin sewot I also do not dare to ask Indomiya even a little. After all, if you ask for sure dapetnya little different if you make your own.

"That's Indomie what's up? How is the color like not ordinary fried Indomie? The aroma is also different," I asked because previously I was curious about Indomie who was eaten bang Upin.

"It's Indomie fried chicken geprek."

"Oh, who's that abis hype?"

Bang Upin replied with a short nod as now her mouth was again busy chewing. Because I want and because I want to know how it feels Indomie fried chicken geprek that I have rounded the intention to make it too, too, then I got up from sitting down to go to the kitchen and left Tamara bang Upin on the balcony terrace.

***

Making Indomie chicken does not take long. Yes, the name is also instant noodles. Finished making instant noodles in the kitchen I went straight back to the balcony terrace because I plan to eat Indomie food that I have never tried while looking at the stars.

My chair is empty and there's an empty plate on the table, bang Upin is busy with his phone and I don't care because what I care about right now is the food on the plate that I hold.

One spoon I feel Indomie chicken geprek taste very good fit beautiful, but scooped the third time slowly my tongue taste fire aka I spiciness, but, with a sharp look I turned to bang Upin who now hold laughter.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT INDOMINIA PEDES?! YOU KNOW FOR YOURSELF I'M NOT STRONG PEDES!"

At that time bang Upin could not bear his laughter anymore. Fuck me on a prank.

It was my fault too, anyway, why I really do not pay attention to the package Indomienya well because I think it is just ordinary Indomie which means fried Indomie that taste of chicken geprek that no spicy at all and even spicy it must not feel too obvious.

"But it's good, Nung. The indomiya?"

"DORRA!" One word I put out while screaming because the spiciness makes laughing bang Upin worse.

Just look out, bang, you will not calm down at night.

Like what I said before, it feels good but spicy because the taste has been beat spicy, I prefer to spend because unfortunately if not run out. Let me just occasionally this I do not have anything to be spiciness until later in the next few hours.