Hot DuRen (Cool Young)
Chapter 7
I drove Ara into the car.
"Nah Ara, nantu when you get home immediately to sleep yes, do not brush your teeth" I said.
"Siaappp aunty, aunty kappan - sometime change to play at Ara's house yes" he said.
"God willing, dear" I replied "carefully on the road, mr. eeh mas" I continued a little awkwardly.
"Yeah, emmh Nay" he called.
"Yeah"
"May I have your phone number?" His words caressed his neck.
"May sir" after that I mentioned my phone number.
"Bye-bye tantee Nay" said Ara waving her hand at me.
"Not bye-bye but assalamualaikum" I replied chuckling, Ara chuckled and Alan shook a faint smile. Then Ara repeated her greeting and I returned her greeting.
After Alan's car was invisible I stepped my feet into the house, my steps stopped when the melodious voice of my neighbor's son greeted.
"Whose car was Nay? I don't think it's Rizwan's car" he asked.
I raised his eyebrows and then approached the shoulder to his ear.
"Keppoooo!" My words then chuckle continued my steps into the direction that had stopped.
"Sialaannn lu Nay" he stomped his feet.
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Monday morning that really felt heavy .
I hate Mondays the most, I still want to hide in my blanket. But what is the power there is an obligation that I must fulfill and also the voice of my mother who calls me is not a call anymore but a shout to get up and have breakfast.
I lazily headed for the bathroom, fifteen minutes later I was ready and headed for the dining table.
"Mom, deck, cil" my broom then chuckled at the end of my words because I saw the sour face of Althaf who I called bocil.
"Well angkot what ojeg also gapapa kok ma, the motorbike will be used by Ataf aja" I replied.
"Bonceng I am mbak" said Noah.
"We are not in the direction of the deck, anyways you enter at 7 I enter at 8, mbak ride ojeg aja gapapa, itung-itung kasih bendeki oranag" I casually devoured my breakfast.
"Bak bring his bike, Althaf together with memen aja mbak, pity if mbak ride ojeg, mbak will return the last among us" said Althaf.
"Hadeh, this is why the morning already ngeributin shit motor, mbak gapapa ride ojeg. You will need the bike more, later if there is more money, then buy another motorbike, prayer'in aja" I said after finishing my breakfast.
"I go first ma, ma, mbak" said Noah kissing my mother's hand and mine.
"I am also leaving, ma, mbak" said Althaf doing the same thing as Noah.
"Assalamualaikum"salam Nuha and Althaf together.
"Walaikumussalam, be careful, do not speed" my memory.
"Iyaaaa" she shouted from outside the house.
An hour before I left, I helped my mom clean the dinner table and wash the dishes.
"You get ready there mbak, this is to be kept mama aja" said mama.
"Yeah ma" I said passed to the room to make sure no items were left behind. Mobile phone, charger, wallet and make-up. Things I should bring when I'm out of the house.
At 7 over 15 minutes I left using ojeg, I waited by the roadside, I passed the mothers who were shopping for vegetables. I greeted them kindly, and they also returned my greeting no less kindly.
"Tuh yesterday the malem-malem is said to be the same guy as a small child" faintly I heard the voice of bi Denok who was gossiping.
"So much ma'am, the friend of the time" replied A's mother.
"Yes, neng Naya can't be kayak that way" said the mother B.
"Tahuu deh, people keep changing the guy" he said shrugging his shoulders.
I just held tightness in my chest, breathed a slow practice of beristighfar in the greetings of the heart, fortunately my ojek has come, if longer heana I may no longer be able to hold my anger.
