Flashbacks

Chapter 11: Bucin

It's been over 2 months that Ryan and I have been in this relationship. We became a much talked about couple in school. Some like our relationship and some don't. Some of my classmates talked about me right in front of me.

"It's like that underclassman Ryan's dating."

"Yes. I see, Ryan doesn't like their relationship."

The words I heard while I was sitting in the cafeteria. I am used to talking about it like that. Because I'm sure about Ryan. Like the song we sang together, I believe he was really sincere. In fact, he never saw a face of annoyance, anger, or protest because he did not want me to ask for a tollongi.

The handsome and funny prince always smiled and said what I wanted. Just chill. I never asked for anything weird. Most just ask him to take me around town, eat at his favorite grocery store, or ask him to accompany me at home when Mama and Papa again come out.

Maybe it's too much and it's not worth what Brother Ryan asked for. He is a no-buss guy. One thing I have to do, "bikininin breakfast every morning, except weekends." It was his only request and I could do it. I don't have a problem every day having to wake up in the morning

make breakfast for him. I also have no problem every night having to look for a different breakfast menu every day. Most importantly, he wanted to take me shopping in the market.

"Gue give me 5 out of 10."

"That makes it hard, brother. Time's only got 5," my protest didn't take. I would wake up at 4 to cook rice with catfish. She must not know how dizzy I am because I keep asking Mama what to do.

"There's no sauce, it's incomplete."

I did not have time to make sambal, because I finished cooking at half 6 while I entered at 6:20. The journey from school to home takes only 15 minutes. But just now we were almost late because I still had to iron the uniform.

"Tomorrow do not have to cook hard. Make me a pussy chicken sambal matah I already menggin."

"Later Brother bosen. Just jerk."

I opened my dihp notebook. A note I gave the name "cooking value of the Prince". There are 15 foods I have ever made, including rice.

Of the 15 dishes he has rated, the cuisine that gets a score of 9 is sambal balado. "Okay, I'll give you a schedule. Monday I masakin brother sambal balado, tuesday chicken geprek sambal matah, Wednesday vegetable spinach plus omelet corn, Thursday... good what is well, brother?"

"Thursday makes me a cake. Wouldn't you?"

"Kue? Not that nolak. But I never make cake."

"As far as lo, deck. It doesn't have to be scheduled either. Trus, if you are busy do not have to make breakfast every day."

"No papa, brother. I will try to make a cake. Think of Sister's request as an experiment before becoming the housewife of our family."

He smiled and pinched my nose. If he does that second thing, I'm funny to him. I also pinched her cheek. "Now you've got the balls to pinch, Dad?"

"Who is, it's a boyfriend" I replied and he smiled looking at his neat and white rows of teeth.

~•~

Hearing the long story of the Economics teacher made some of my classmates already sound asleep. Yuli, my best friend just started putting her head to bed on her desk. Only Dita and a few ambient disciples in the front seat paid attention to him. Actually I pity you. But I also don't know what he's talking about. The topic is out of the learning.

My prince: Deck, what lesson again?

Tia: Economy, why?

My Prince: Want solob together?

Qia: Canteen?

Prince: Theater Room. I'm waiting here.

Tia: Okay. Otw, prince.

I also have permission to go to the bathroom. I don't know how many times I've been to the bathroom but skipped lessons. Most importantly I can be free from the story that is like a nina bobo song.

I closed the theater door. Ryan's sister is leaning in the back of the room. A place that no picket teacher would be able to see from the window. "Tumben invited me to skip lessons. Though there used to be someone who told me, if you like to skip will not go to class."

"Snake dong. It could be the same age, deck."

"Hush. Ntar there are angels passing by, trus granted new cry-nangis bombay," I said while hitting his arm. He just laughed, then told me to sit next to him. Actually, I was afraid that there was a picket teacher who knew we were alone in the theater room. Coupled with the dimly lit theater room, you can be sure the teacher will think no-no.

"Can physics is the concept, Brother."

"What does the frequency of screaming people get money?" he asked me both of my shoulders raised. "Mending me to be an actor. If my movie is in demand, I can make a lot of money."

"Enter High School here just because you want to join the exkul theater?"

"hey are. I'm not interested in lessons, deck. I just love being told to make short movies about historical events."

"No, brother. The feeling of Big Brother physics deh," I said after remembering Kak Ryan who had done my homework and got a score of 100.

"I don't know why, I'm tired of looking at the formulas. I also understand the chapter now explained."

"Cuihhh. Pro once. Pantes and bosen. Must be because it has been illuminated by the same teacher private tutoring Brother?"

After that brother Ryan told me if he didn't like physics. He entered High School because of his mother's forced. In fact, he often skipped private lessons because he did not like it. But I'm still confused. If Ryan doesn't like physics, why is his physical value good. Or maybe his brain does indeed master physics, but his interest in the world of entertainment.

"Never lo maxain what you don't like, deck."

"Yes, Brother. But Ryan has to do that too. Tell Mama Kak Ryan that Sis Ryan does not like physics and is interested in entertainment."

"Gue don't dare, deck."

"Want me to help you?"

BRAKKKIS...

The theater door opened with a bang. My eyes immediately glared at Pak Wahab. God, what I'm afraid of has been granted by an angel. Mampus, already. We were both caught off guard.

"What are you two doing here?"

~•~

I finished 2 cups of iced tea. My 4 friends just saw me. I must think I look weird. This is all because Mr. Wahab who gave the penalty to run the rear field 20 rounds. At first, Ryan said that if there was a gap, we could escape the punishment. But unfortunately, Mr. Wahab took care of us until we finished carrying out his duties.

"Lo why, anyway, Ti? Where you been?" asked Yuli who finally opened her voice. Ever since I joined the four of them, no one has questioned me.

"Gu-gue, told Pak Wahab to run to the rear field 20 times" I said with a breath of breath.

Laughter came out of their mouths. You brash friend. Laughing at the suffering of friends. They will get more punishment than I got today. "******lo to."

"Haha. Rasainic. Karma because we left it first," said Jihan.

"Lo did skip to the cafeteria and didn't jump on us. It's karma, right," Anye added.

"Gue didn't skip the cafeteria. I'm in the theater room, talking to brother Ryan."

They were immediately excited by his surprised face that I wanted to slap their faces one by one.

"Will not wash it."

"Lo knows for himself that dark theater room, even bucin there. How Mr. Wahab did not think that macem-macem."

"But I was just talking. Even I'm the same brother Ryan gave a distance of 1 hand," I pleaded. Even though I knew my defense was already done. Just now Mr. Wahab did not want to listen to the defense of me or Brother Ryan.

"Just like, Ti. Tomorrow we go to the library. If you can do not skip," said Dita who was approved by others.

I'm resigned. It is free to defend yourself while the punishment is carried out. Think of it as a sport during the day. When else run muterin field same Prince. Waiting from behind and not wanting to settle his sentence first. Enthusiasticized by singing together. At least he wanted to escape when he said to Pak Wahab, "Sir, my girlfriend ran 10 times. Let me run 30 times."

At first Mr. Wahab refused and said that Brother Ryan bucin. But he long ago agreed. Mr. Wahab is also good. He promised not to call his parents. If I can still skip the lesson again.

"Sir. Bread for you" said Brother Ryan who suddenly gave me strawberry bread. After I picked it up and said thank you, he left.

Right away my friends yelled, "bucin."

~•~