Flavor Anomaly

The Part 6 Baper

Angga said that I can't baper, gaes. Buty? How y'all? Baper hasn't come this far?

Yuk look again. Anga kebokilan and Ocha kebawelan.

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"So what are you doing?! Just make it ashamed! Fighting in a public place!" snapped Mr. Eko in front of the four of us. Me, Rahma, Doni, and Dance.

"Rahma first, Om. When I was doused in orange juice. I don't accept dong. Uh ... instead Ocha push me, keep nih!" point Dance to Doni's face," Doni just until beaten by Ocha, Om!" tata Tari with passionate.

"Udah fortunately watered orange juice. Not a water-comberan!" my cynic without seeing Dance.

"No, Om!" scream Dance while stomping feet to the floor.

"But! Bodo very ...," I whispered facing the other direction.

Dance apparently heard my sentence just now. He came closer then clutched my arm, rough.

"Dark! Hurt, Bego!" as I said, trying to get away from him.

"God! Lo know? Om I'm our boss! I can get you fired right now!"

Misty eyes. Full of revenge against me. I just respond casually. Rahma closed her mouth. Mr. Eko can't help it. Because everyone knows how Rahma feels now. And this is one of the reasons Mr. Eko sent us all here. Dance is wild. I like to win alone and. Utilizing the position of Pak Eko as his uncle in all problems in the office. Pak Eko seems to have been caught off guard by the attitude of Dance all this time. But can't do anything.

Door creaking. Appears 3 neat-looking people in a tuxedo suit. One person was wearing a shiny gray tuxedo. Just a quick look, everyone knows that the price of clothes must be expensive. And he's an important man. His two followers were just bodyguards. Their appearance was enough to explain their position.

"Loh! Good morning, Mr. Derry. Please sit down."

Mr. Eko was so polite and treated the guest just now in a special way. "Hey! You people! Greet. He's our company's commissioner!" whispered Mr. Eko to us.

Dari immediately tidied up her appearance then reached out with a contrived face. Face search. Maybe he forgot where to put his face.

"I Dance, Sir."

Mr. Derry is indifferent. Even keep looking at me sharply. There's something she really wants to say to me. I who understand my mistake just bowed.

"You're outrageous! Why never go home, Mom?! Aunt nanyain you keep going!" cetus Mr. Derry, who is none other than my uncle. Brother of Papa.

I spread my smile, immediately hugging her. Because this way he will surely melt. His anger subsided because I was the only niece he had milili.

"Om you know. I busy. Who tried to tell me to go from town to town?" I asked, slumped in the arm of the man in his 50s.

"Yes already. Tomorrow you will be a permanent employee, in Jogja."

My body stiffened for a moment. I don't think the news was a good idea. I feel like I want to stay here. "No want! I want to be here!"

"Why?"

Unnoticed. There were 3 people in this room who just kept quiet, watching. With a confused expression.

I glanced towards Dance. His face looks a bit pale. Just like Doni. Also Mr. Eko. Understand with their anxiety, I take advantage of this situation to check out Dance mat.

"Eh what did you say? Um you're our boss? And can you fire me when?" I asked with arrogance. To turn things around that Dance did to me.

He glared, gulped, and looked nervous. Especially when Om Derry looked at him with a sharp look. Gusar dance.

"I ... I ...."

"Known. He's about Derry. My om!" proud say.

Not only Dance, Mr. Eko also looks anxious. I never told this to anyone. After my parents died, they took care of me. Until after I finished my education, I decided to return home. Independent living. But Om Derry made the conditions. I had to work at Om Derry's company so he could freely watch over me. Not only that, I also put forward conditions, to be more fair. Very homely. That no one should know about this. I don't want to be arrogant with the power that my Uncle has. Because it's not mine. I'm just hitching a ride.

It's just, people like Dance, it feels like they need to be taught a little lesson.

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"Mba ...," call Angga as I walk down. Some friends have been home for a few minutes.

"Why?" I asked with a lazy face. Nova was going to his brother's house outside the city with Uci and Hadi. It's weekend. Everyone has plans to fill their vacation. At first I wanted to go with them. Only, Om Derry told me to come with him to the hotel, where he and Auntie Sekar stayed while here. But apparently just Aunty Sekar has left for the field. For work. And there's no way I'm in a hotel alone. Because I memorized how Om Derry is a super busy person.

"Watch yuk!" invite Angga.

Kunaikan next to an eyebrow, pretending to think. I almost had a smile on my face when I saw him standing in front of me.

"Why is his face like that? Don't wanna? Weekend, huh? Want to get angkrem at home?" search Angga, puffed up. "Just one more egg."

"Watch what?"

"Yes, I'll choose to watch anything. What is it going for?! If not, I'll take someone else!" threaten her while pretending to be gone.

"What's the intention?!"

"Yes exhausted, taught most considerations. Like a busy man. Mah in bengong doang house! I'll have a stormy chat mulu."

"Yes yes. Come on!"

I put my hand on his arm. Resignedly. And we immediately went to the parking lot accompanied by Angga's endless reproach. Many times I pinched his waist too, even I hit his arm if the joke went out of bounds. Crisp laugh. Typical Angga I've known all along. Laughter is like a magnet if I hear it. And he came back to get me excited.

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"The money! Who buys the snacks, who buys the tickets!" said Angga raising his right hand behind his ear.

We do the Japanese suit. Stone, scissors, hard.

"Well! I'm winning. You buy a snack. I bought a ticket, yes, Mba. Buy a lot of snacks. Drink, fruit juice is seger tuh. Keep piatos, durian flavored popcorn, chocolate too. Let the mouth not be asem. Can't smoke inside, right? Continue ...."

When Angga had not finished talking, I immediately went to the snack sales counter.

"Gue buyin white water doang!" I shouted without looking at him.

"Marrel!"

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We sit in the middle. It's on the edge. I opened the plastic bag I bought.

"Say you buy some water?!" sindir Angga, took a glance at the contents of the plastic bag on my lap.

"Don't you?" I asked to offer some snacks that I had bought.

He immediately took it from my hand. The lights are slowly extinguished. The atmosphere is getting dark. The movie also began to play.

During the few minutes the movie played, we were made to laugh a few times. The film that Angga chose was romance comedy. A film I rarely see in the cinema. It turned out to be quite entertaining. Even without me noticing, I don't know since when I've been leaning on Angga's shoulder. Angga's body also approached me. As if looking for a comfortable position for us.

Until the last minute, we were still in the same position. Lights on. The movie is over.

Instead of moving like other spectators, we still sat down to spend a snack while replying to some messages on each device.

"Lah .. lonely!" angga said looking around.

"Eh yes ... Come on out."

"It's fun to turn on me!"

"Well, you're in there!"

"Where is my heart. Again, you need a shoulder to lean on. Nih! There are!" he said he patted his own shoulder.

"Basic!"

To the outside, the atmosphere of the cinema is still quite crowded. Just natural. It's weekend. Until someone comes closer to us.

"Why?!" call him. Angga turned his head and was surprised to see the woman in front of him.

"Lo gapain? Same who?" he asked, looking around.

"That's a lot" he said, pointing to a group of women in the waiting room. "You? Same who?"

"Now! Temen," Angga replied, pointing me at a glance.

They had a conversation that only the two of them knew. Besides the Sundanese accent, I don't know who he is either. But his face was not foreign.

Anxiety tickles the heart. I put it aside by pretending to read the poster of the movie that is about to air. Even though I already know the story, it's just that I need a diversion. From being ignored, bored, and jealous.

Of jealousy? Huh uh?! No way!

But suddenly my hand was held by Angga. "Yuk go home," he asked, walking first and automatically I followed him. Because my hands are closely related to her. I looked at the woman earlier. He was with his friends and looked at us, cynical.

Rasain, you!

I chuckle in my heart. Like winning in a competition. Who managed to attract the attention of Angga. And I think I'm the winner so far.

Uh but. .. probably because I came with Angga. Try his position behind. I left him dong. Uh!

We arrived at a fried rice stall on the side of the road.

"Eating here is okay, right?" angga asked, taking off the helmet, looking at me expectantly.

"Well, that's okay, that's important to eat."

Angga ordered a special fried rice. I have heart fried rice. With two glasses of warm oranges, it is very fitting to be enjoyed at night like this. The atmosphere of the fried rice stalls was not so crowded. There are only 3 other people besides us. Everyone is busy with their activities, and so apathetic around.

"Good, right? The film?"

"Yes. Funnier. Exclaims."

"Eatya don't like to watch movies of the demon mulu. Scary, watch a serem movie!" sindir Angga, hit me in the head with a straw in his hand.

"Ih! Likes to horror. Good to know."

"Justin!"

Fried rice was steaming in front of us. Angga took a can of crackers and offered it to me. I remember the woman at the cinema. Because it turns out she is the same woman, who the other day deliver Angga lunch. I asked myself.

"Whose one was it?" I asked with my eyes staring at the brown rice in front of me. Blow slowly, then put it in my mouth.

"former."

Angga is also still focused on eating voraciously. Bites crackers in his mouth, along make the atmosphere more boisterous.

"Oh ex. The one who gave you lunch yesterday, right?"

He was silent for a few seconds, before filling his mouth with rice. Nodding sure.

"Why?" asked Angga with a probing look.

"It's okay. Why why?"

"Jealous, huh?"

"Diddeliver! Don't you! Very geer!"

"Huh! Just ngaku. Yo!"

Now his focus is still on me. My face feels warm. The accusation is true. It's just that I'm ashamed to bother him. Moreover, I still remembered the sentence some time ago.

Inget the first rule! Don't baper me!

It's just, I already felt that taste. It opened my heart to her figure. Familiarize yourself with Angga at all times.

"But the attention, yes."

"Who? She's she? My ex?"

Nodding the head represents my answer. I was afraid, my tone changed because of the curiosity and jealousy that was stirring in the heart.

"Ah not too. Eh no! The jealousy! I don't have anything to do with him, Yang."

"Diddeliver!"

"Yahaha!"

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I can't deny. I need this taste. So that I can live by feeling love. So that I can live as normal as I should. Not as a woman without a heart, without love. And without taste.

Although ... only a love clapping one hand. But as long as he's with me, that's more than enough.