Dreams of Devi

Alwi

It didn't feel like a week had passed and the midterms went well. Today there is only one subject tested and at ten in the morning it is time to go home. Don't ask me how I feel and my classmates are so happy.

Most friends choose to go home directly, but there are also those who are still in class just to chat together. I plan to go home, too, good enough to rest. I miss my nap a lot.

"Where are you going?" I asked as Alwi approached Nindi. They have a plan to go somewhere.

"Nothing, anyway. We just want to go to the parking lot. I brought my own motorbike" explained Nindi.

"But it seems exciting if we go to the meatball stall for a while," said Alwi expressed his idea.

"Seru, anyway. But I don't have any money with me anymore" replied Nindi.

"Just be calm if it's a problem, I pay. You're coming too, yeah, Dev!" Alwi also invited me.

"Eh, don't bother, Al. I want to go straight home, really. It's not good to be a mosquito repellent either." I laughed while nudging Nindi's shoulder.

"Start." Alwi returned to his stool and approached the Word. It seems he is persuading the Word to come along too.

"Where? Okay?" The Word just held out his thumb, after which Alwi came again to me and Nindi.

"The four of us, me, Nindi, Devi, the same Word."

"Yes, deh. I was going straight home, you know!"

"When you're finished eating meatballs. Yeah, now, yuk!"

The four of us immediately rushed to pick up the motorbike in the parking lot. Alwi told the name of the stall he was about to visit. The four of you drive your own motorbike.

"Next don't be tight, yeah. I can't catch up on it" I said as I prepared to leave.

"You are ahead if that is so," said Alwi.

"I don't know the stall yet."

"Yes, I'm ahead if so" said the Word.

I slowly followed where the Word was going. Maybe he thinks the speed of the motor has been so slow. But I think it's very tight. I tried to adjust, I increased the speed of the motor than usual.

Firman turned on the turnlight and a moment later he turned his motor. I feel a little relieved. Fortunately it has arrived, maybe if it is still far away I can be scared plus catch a cold.

"Why so fast, anyway, Man?" my protest was so off the bike.

"That's really slow, you know, Dev. You're the only one who catches up on a motorcycle." Upset as well, protested.

Nindi and Alwi came. They came up to me and Firman was sitting on a long bench that was available near the parking lot.

"He was afraid, Dev," said Alwi.

"Yes, I follow the Word. Being told to slow down even speeding."

"I was surprised, he said asking slowly, really, even leave us," added Nindi.

"No, man, I'm not the only one who says it's too soon. I know it's just a matter of." The Word laughed and apologized to me.

"Go in, yuk. You want meatballs or chicken noodles?" bargain Alwi to me, Nindi, and the Word.

Since Alwi chose the meatballs, the three of us adjusted accordingly. Deliberately ask to be standardized so as not to bother when ordering. After all, what is eaten later is the result of the Alwi tract.

Alwi came to the seller to order. Nindi invited me and Firman to go to the stall immediately. The available place is in the form of lesehan, I think it is very good.

Alwi crouched and sat beside the Word. While waiting for orders, we talked. Alwi who started, he made Risa as a topic of conversation.

"Risa's a little messy, anyway. New also Junior High but his appearance is like aunty." Word shook his head, he might have known Risa's bad side.

"Know where, Man?" manya.

"He was the son of Mas Arga, my cousin from High School. I don't know where Risa has Mas Arga's number. The contents of the message are also like a seductress girl. Well, when trying to decetin Mas Arga, Risa often through the front of the house Mas Arga. Where to wear clothes less material anymore. Mas Arga's neighbors to be uncomfortable," explained the Word.

"So they finally made it?" ask Alwi.

"No, Mas Arga was even disgusted by Risa. The message is never answered either."

"Thank God, if so."

"Let's be exciting, Nin. Then Risa likes to be a material ghibah, anyway." Alwi laughs.

"He wasn't just talking about Mas Arga at the time, he was-" Nindi nudged Firman on the shoulder, asking him to pause the conversation about Risa because the waiter had come to bring the order.

"Thank you, Mas" Alwi told the waiter.

"It is very exciting that you are grateful, until you forget that in public places," said Nindi.

"Hehehe, sorry. Eat first, deh. The hibah will be connected again." Word was so excited with meatballs in front of him. He immediately picked up the spoon and fork that was in front of him.

"Eating turns number one" I protested.

"Eating while talking is not good, Dev. It would be mending us eat first."

Whatever you say, Man. I also do not want to long silence the meatballs that still look smoky. The first thing to do is to taste the sauce.

"Enak, yeah. I've only been here once" I said.

"We've done it a few times, yes, Nin. This is our subscription place. Besides it tastes good, the place is also comfortable," explained Alwi.

"Not to talk first! Eat, eat!" the busy Word protests devoured his meatballs.

Not finished the meatballs I ate, I sipped orange ice first. This time, one glass is enough. I have to be careful that the drink is not toilet in one shred.

"You want some more ice, Dev?" ask Alwi.

"Eh, no, really. It's still a lot of my ice." I showed orange ice that only reduced by about a quarter.

"Yes, I want to add. Nindi the same Word can also."

"That's look. Later if less certain I say," replied the Word.

Not long after each meatball is equally exhausted. The Word sounded burped so hard, like my neighbor. I reflexively laugh.

"That's a sign of being full, Dev. Even in the match," protested the Word.

"The deposits look like Mr. Karso" I said.

"Pak Karso who? I'm not following him, you know."

"My neighbor."

"Right, Dev. So how? More about Risa?" ask Word.

"Gas!" Alwi was so excited about skinning Risa. It seemed that Alwi was already very upset with the girl.

"So Risa had Facebook, she was friends with my neighbor named Mas Gilang. Mas Gilang is already working, but it is really cute. The Risa can not relax if you see a clear little," explained the Word.

"Keep Mas Gilangnya also told you?"

"Yes, at first he just asked me which school I was in. He was astonished that the girl who was just sending a message to him. Mas Gilang said, the school is not foreign, so ask me."

"Keep, continue?" Alwi was so excited to know the continuation of the story.

"Risa sent me that photo, use melet again. I'm told you look, so disgusted."

"But they're really close?" Gosh, Tumben Nindi was also curious.

"No, the same Mas Gilang directly blocked. He was worried at the time, and he was getting married."

"Crazy, tuh, the Risa. It could be decetin prospective husband of people," Alwi chirped.

"Go home now, yuk! In a moment I want Zuhur, nih," Nindi invited us.

"New eleven o'clock, Nin," protested the Word.

"Yes, prayer preparation means."

"Later on, still fun ghibah, nih."

Nindi looked at me, she looked astonished by the Word. I was also surprised, only this time there are men like to gossip people. Me and Nindi were not really interested, but Alwi was so enthusiastic about hearing the Word story.