Fake Friend

Getting Tired of Racing

With my cool stelan confident to move my feet up the motorbike I had parked in the yard. The big bike belonging to Kak Gilang that I replaced temporarily became my possession. I don't know where I'm going to bring a bad mood and I'm bored at home there are no friends to confide in. I wear a helmet, a mask, and I turn on my bike through the gate.

Just came out, the mothers of the hooligans look at the cool makeup of myself a racing whiz, their eyes glared and fascinated. They think I'm a cool guy who just walked out of my yard. I accidentally opened my helmet and I blinked my eyes at them and turned on my motor horn.

Ha..ha. , I imagine the fat mom who thinks I'm the guy on the clamps gets flirtatious eyes from me. Rasai..., it is good in usili, sometimes in usili let mabok all of you. That's the first half, there'll be the second half.

The boisterous sound of mothers is very crowded, very insignificant as ABG expired.

With high speed I pull the motor gas like a racer who is already proficient in the racing arena. Very tight, if the comic maybe my jacket is torn.

No matter the other vehicle that continues to honk, suddenly a large motorbike also continues to follow the speed of my motor. I kept tucking in the other riders, not knowing what they were saying. Maybe praise, mockery, maybe even dangdut or kroncong chants that they let out of their mouths for me when I tucked their vehicle without giving a warning sign. I pulled the gas back when the bike chasing me was next to my bike. I didn't recognize that biker really made me hot and aroused my emotions.

Damnit damnit!! who this guy is, dare to chase me, don't know who I look like.

I use tricks at a crossroads, I instead of taking the road continuously but instead turn. Sipengejar finally lost track of me.

Yess, that's what I said my heart was cheering in joy.

I turn the direction back to the path again, by taking a cut path so the pursuers don't follow me back.

The left right street is full of shade trees really cool in the afternoon. The speed of my motorbike had become the center of attention of some young men who were riding on the side of the road. That young man is still the same age as me. They screamed as if they were not happy to see me racing and my unknown bike they dared to enter their village carelessly. I don't know them either, I realize I've been carelessly entering people's villages.

Well, it turns out I'm stray, wrong way. The path I chose was hollow. The boys chased me with their duck bikes. The handsome faces who had just grown up and their emotions were still unstable made them act recklessly like me.

I thought they were a guy. I put my bike on, let their duck bike smoke because it's chasing my big bike that I've modified the engine.

In front there was a huge pit that was very muddy. With shrewdness I pull my gas motor

passing through the hole at a rate, like a racer filmed in action, can fly through the hole. Eventually the hole passed and I was freed from them.

The pretentious youths could not brake, suddenly they entered into the muddy puddle like a buffalo puddle. I laughed at their actions. I held my thumb up and turned it back down. They were furious at me who said they were weak.

They stood up to throw me in the mud. I take off my helmet and look at my face with a mask. I open the mask and how astonished they saw me was a beautiful girl who was carelessly riding a big motorbike. I walked up to them and extended my hand to them so they could get out of the mud.

Finally one by one can come out with a shirt full of mud.

" I'm sorry bang? I said that I felt guilty.

" You're a real girl" asked a young man with a clean face but a body full of mud, surrounding my body in disbelief that I was a real girl.

" I'm a girl, a hoax, really" I said honestly.

" It's crazy that you ride the bike, so good of you, learn where Neng is?" asked the other young man.

" Study by yourself" I said kindly.

" Almost we punch you neng," said the young man whose face was full of mud.

" Oh yes, introduce my name Nisa, who are you?, "my words kindly introduce my name.

" I'm Dodi" said the short-nosed, black, fat-bodied young man.

" I'm Bayu" said the young man who had a thick hair like an army barber and a tall stout.

" I'm Rudi," said the young man with long hair and height like a baby.

" I am Ifan" said the young man of short stature and white skin.

" Who is that?" asked me, who is still lacking one more person has not introduced himself, but is very apathetic.

The young man who was wearing a hat but his face was exposed to mud, only his eyes were visible, he was busy looking for water to wash his face on the edge of the flowing times. After finding the water, the young man washed his face. Looked handsome face with his curly hair as, walking step towards me.

" My name is Nugi, just call me Uge" Uge said casually and a smile appeared on his face.

" Cool name," I said as spontaneously as I heard his cool name.

" Ahem,"the deheman from Uge was heard when I praised his name.

" Nisa, help us get our bike in the mud" said Dodi who had difficulty picking up the bike.

" Ah, you're the one who makes us dirty," said Ifan who was upset because the bike was also difficult to ride to the road.

"Who told me to chase after me" I said casually.

" Don't make a fuss, let me help you," said Uge who kindly helped his friend raise his friend's motorbikes while his motorbike was on the road, only his body flew into the mud.

They had difficulty putting their bikes on the road. I laughed at those who were exhausted. Tired of paying off already, the motorbike can be turned back on, after experiencing heavy snacking because one of the duck motorcycles can not live submerged in the mud. Forced me to tinker with emergency workshop tools on my motorbike. There is a point also good at automotive motors, can be useful for others.

Uge to the amazement of seeing my cleverness, they were fascinated to see me a madman, even in the veil of handsome young men. It's good to be friends with them, even though they are young villagers but feel brother.

We drove each other's bikes, splitting the densely populated country road felt foreign to me, but it really made me calm down. Our motorcade had become the attention of the villagers, some were laughing to see Uge and his friends muddy and some were fascinated to see my appearance. I tried to calm down, even though I was groggy and half dead at the sight of many people.

When we arrived at Uge's house, the house was big. He was the village chief's son. Car in his house up to two. His friends who fell with him also hitchhiked in the bathroom behind Uge's place. They used to gather in that house. There is a separate room for them to gather at the back.

Time has shown the time of Ashar, I have not performed prayer. But the one with the house left me out alone.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, up to 30 minutes I waited, it was boring waiting. I growled, I almost left if only a middle-aged woman would not come out of the house. When I was about to get on my bike back and put on my racing helmet, suddenly the woman said hello,

"The boy who is the packer is yes" asked the mother pointing to me who thought I was the delivery brother.

Oh, my God, cool gini said package delivery. Apes to me.

I opened my helmet again and I saw my face.

" Eng.no, I'm waiting for Uge, Uge brought me here" I said with a smile showing my white teeth.

" O..The boyfriend of Uge yes., very beautiful, the idea is still bathing was the seizure of the bathroom for his friends," said Uge's mother explained. "Let's go in, son," said the mother again.

" Yes thank you Mom, Miss Nisa apologized, can Nisa ride the prayer?," said my condolences to be frank.

"May son" said Mother walking ahead of me.

" Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered his house.

" Wa'alaikum Salam," said the mother replied to my greeting. "let's go with the mother, let the mother show me the place of prayer," said the mother took me to the prayer place near the family room.

I went to the bathroom to take my wudu, immediately to carry out my Obligations and to pray to God. I just opened my face and there was a commotion from the family room laughing. I pulled my hijab back and put on the powder in my backpack.

Get out of the prayer room to see who is very happy in the family room. I saw Uge and his friends joining his mother and a beautiful woman who was next to his mother. I'm the one who peeked, but was seen by Bayu.

" Here Nisa, we join," said Bayu who called me to sit with them.

" Yes" I replied.

" Let's have a drink, don't be shy" said Uge's mother, who served a drink on the table.

I sat down next to Ifan. Ifan misbehaves and moves to the side of the dodi that feels narrow.

" You're doing narrows here, this is not fit," said Dodi who felt because Ifan urged his body.

" Uge, you move there, sit next to Nisa let me sit in your chair" said Ifan who was still standing because there was no empty seat except beside Nisa.

" Apaan anyway, just sit down really hard," said Uge moved to sit next to me.

" Drink, your tea will get cold" said Uge who tried to pay attention to me.

" Yes, "I answered and immediately drank the tea made by Uge's mother who was almost cold. My eyes looked at the clock that was already showing almost 5pm.

" Uge, I want to go home" I said, saying goodbye.

" It's so fast" said Uge, who was surprised to say too soon.

" So Nisa did not say goodbye to the mother at home, the heart meant to take a walk, but stray here," I explained to all of them.

" So, my son?" said Uge's mother.

" The next time Mom, Nisa will be here again sometime," I said, who had touched Mom, Uge and her friends, last night to the beautiful woman next to Mom who made me wonder who that woman was.