Gondo Flower

Chapter 6: Pleasure plate

That afternoon I and Sharif did not do much, just sitting pensively in the room welcoming the sun drowned. Oil lamps have been turned on, the sound of night animals began to rumble in the wild.

I stared at the wooden table in the dim corner of the room, In addition to the Sharif book that piled up there was a plate of food behind the food hood.We did not cook or buy food, where did the food come from?

I looked at Sharif, he was fast asleep . I closed the room door because it had a highlight, Pamali opened the door in magrib time. I stared at the screen of the phone that began to dim, only 10% battery power left, There is no electricity here how to charge?

"Rips? Tangi o sek!" (Rips? Wake up!) I shake Sharif's body hard,

"Hmmm. "the response.

"Colc o cok! look at Kae Lo, Pamali look up!" (Wake up! Magrib it lo, Pamali magrib magrib sleep!)

"Crank-on!" (A little while!)

"As a little boy, Batre I'm weak! neng endi enek electric?" (This kid's dog, my battery's out! where is electricity?)

"Opo's the nal, your noisy tenant!" (What the hell is noisy times!) Syarif sat dumbstruck on the mat, he was still closed even though he had sat down.

"Electricity! Budek's got your ears on!" (Electricity! Budek times your ears!)

"Ora enek! enek e neng warung geden kae." (no lo! It was in the big shop )

"Yo neng endi warung e? All my manganese golek!" (Where is the stall? Just find me some food!)

"Seng stall ever you e dewe stop by kae, when I pick up kowe." (The stall we stopped by was lo, when I picked you up.)

" Yo wes terno!, wes luwe so much me." (Yes anterine! I was a laper. )

"Lek Luwe manganese kae sego neng mejo!" (You're hungry eat rice at the table!)

"Your wak seng tuku?" (You bought it? )

"No, no, no seko endi to the clouds want wes neng kono." (No, I don't know where it was from that afternoon. )

I got up from where I was sitting, I went to a messy table, there was rice and side dishes on a ceramic plate. Just looking at her my appetite was gone, Not a good meal like I imagined but a pile of rotten intestines with lots of fly eggs.

"Rep!!"

I almost spit out my empty stomach, I Syarif Yang lyrics still sitting collecting all his life, he looks fine.

"Will I want food?" (we ate this?"

"Let's go." answered her briefly

"Check o opo seng mbok food" (Look at what you eat)

"Obviously it is clear that ngono iseh takok lo!" (Udah obviously noodles it's still being asked lo!) Sharif replied annoyed

"Delok en sek do not need to meng neng kono!" (look no need to nag there!)

"Opo Yes"

A few moments standing approaching, his steps were gontai. When he saw the intestinal pile on the table he fell silent, his face sour. He could not stand his nausea anymore, the whole stomach was drained out.

"Nat?"

Hwekk!

Already the umpteenth time he went back and forth out of the room, only for a moment to spread he stood up again facing his shuddering body. How he didn't know something this rotten went into his stomach, even from his scent alone it was obvious this couldn't be eaten.

"Kok iso koyo ngene mbok food, nek luwe ki by the way tukok tukok to seng bener neng pecel lele ngarep kae!" (Kok can be kayak gini you eat, if the laper says let me buy a real catfish pecel front there.) My chant to Sharif.

"Ora weroh I'm a cok, iki want noodles lo Nal." (Do not know me, this was lo Nal noodles.)

"Keus seng ngekek i iki want sopo?" (Whose other person was this?)

"No eroh! Bar adus afternoons mau wes enek neng kono. " (I don't know! the shower was there this afternoon)

"Ora mbok takok ne neng tonggo tonggo?" (Aren't you asking your neighbors?)

Sharif was silent, he stepped out leaving me alone. I followed him walking towards the east, right into room number one. The atmosphere was very dark, outside the room there was no lighting, or the boarding guard forgot to turn on the lights or maybe the lights had died in the wind.

BRAK..! BRAK!!

Sharif banged on the door of the room very hard, no one responded. he was upset and started yelling. The room was still as dark as the night before, the night before, although Syarif has gone crazy there is no response at all from the owner of the room.

Because of the noise that Sharif made someone come to us.

"Open iki?" (What is this?) Ask the burly man.

"Doni neng endi mas?" (Doni where is mas? )thans Sharif

"Sneng my room, wes a week no turu neng room e" (In my room, has not slept in his room for a week)

"Sampean eroh sopo seng ndeleh plate neng mejo my room?" (Do you know who narok the plate on my room table?"

The burly man fell silent, he seemed to realize something.

"I weroh, but dudu Doni rip." (I know who, which is definitely not a doni)

" Sopo mas?" (Who?)

The man frowned like he was looking for something, then he approached whispering something to Sharif. I don't know what they're talking about, I can't hear them at all.

"Wes ngene wae, ben plate problem I'm a little straight." (Here you go, plate problem let me take care of.)

"Eling eling zinc no crap bag wau! Yo wes don't guwak e dik." (Inget I just said! yes I want to throw away his stuff first.) added the burly man again, then he left us who were still staring at each other.

The man came out of the sharif room with a black swipe bag, he smiled faintly from the reflection of the light of the lamp. Not knowing what he was carrying, he left and disappeared into the darkness.

"Anyways, will opo wong?" (What did the guy say?"

"Sopo? Mas Yanto?" Syarif

"iyo I want to" (yes it was)

"Wes ojo neng kene hawane ora kagai, kanko neng njero." (Not here the laughter is not good, later in I tell you.)

I just follow Sharif who left first, we went into the room and locked the door tightly.

The stomach that was rumbling was no longer felt, even my initial plan to charge the cellphone had to be delayed. I looked at Sharif who was sitting curled up in the corner of the room, he seemed shocked by what had just happened.

If I were him, for sure for a week I wouldn't have a taste for food, just imagine.