DERRIS
23. THE FIRST SEDAN ENTERED THE VILLAGE
His name is already Mager Village yes, the spectacle of kelar yes on the mager of its citizens.
Tuk.. Turutukk.... “Ayo-ayo Sukamager residents time to disband the ranks. Because it's 10 pm, tomorrow the wake is not sluggish. The one with the tiker rolled back. Come bring flip flops, do not accidentally dituker paker sandal skin. Don't miss the child and bring their partners home. Don't be repossessed with cem-ceman's got people.” Jupri knocking at the patrol post he borrowed. To disperse the crowd who watched TV together.
Crekkk creekkkk, a self-help box of electricity pay dues given by citizens. In return for being allowed to watch TV. For Mrs Muji, business is business. And for Mr. Muji, his wife is a reliable financial manager. When he retires back in the village, it's time for mager every day. His wife is looking for her own money. And his children have graduated high school, except the youngest Sri Ayu. He chose a school at STM majoring in telecommunications and information.
“Well, the moustache of the father has returned straight again right after painted heheheh.”
Mr. Muji again smiled with satisfaction, his sacred mustache straight no longer crooked.
“Hehehehe this is what I want,” reflect and twist the tail of his rebonding mustache.
From the kitchen came a noise that was scavenging for something. It turns out that Sri Dewi, the eldest son of Mr. Muji.
“Ckckckckck mbak kayak kalong just midnight eating fruit and spices, hiii what not asem gituloh. How to grieve I.”
“No tau nich deck, mouth mbak bitter terribly.” Tasting his mouth that ate the young mango.
“Emang during mbak dating mas Prapto never neko-neko?”
“Uhukkk... Uhukk... You mean deck?”
“Mas Derris moved here just a few weeks ago. While the last time I asked for a sanitary pad that tastes cool mint on the skin was long ago. If not mistakenly calculated three months ago lo mbak hemmmbbb.”
****** me, if until Sri Ajeng calculate my monthly date. Could have failed my plan to marry Derris.
“Eh mbak now do not use pads that are not environmentally friendly. Mbak is now following the program to love the earth, so mbak use cloth on deck. Hemmmbbb.”
“Eh deck, tomorrow help mbak to the market find clothes for ruwatannya mas Derris. Kan ruwatan event that at the same time make a bad luck ahead of the wedding.”
“But Derris seems to disagree dech mbak. The proof is that you lost the debate even though mas derris was mature, but still a boy in it. Every day if you do not sleep, read comics in Mangatoon.”
Derris is indeed the type of do not want to take a headache about his complications. All this time he was just in the room and out to eat. For Derris living in the city or in the village the same. He remains introverted and adores online gaming.
“Hufffhhhttt would like to return to Jakarta, but..” Derris slapped his head under the pillow.
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The sun has illuminated the Sukamager Village area, as is the daily schedule. People here are more lazy to do their activities quickly. They coolly chat while discussing soap operas last night ‘Ternungging’. From a distance there was the noise of the village boys.
“Hyp exhaust smoke haeeemmmmm ahhh,”
“Eh the dust keeps tepokin on the cheek, how does it feel car dust Nice.”
“ayo we chase where the car is!”
“My face looks handsome yes, it turns out the car can make a mirror hore.”
The babbling of small children accompanied the car into the village of Pak Muji. A black luxury sedan stops in the yard of Pak muji's house. The excited village children followed where the car was parked. Busy admiring the latest saloon car. Enter their remote village and minus the facilities. A driver got off and opened the passenger door, which was still mysterious.
