Kuntilanak's girlfriend
Neighbors Don't Know Themselves
A man in an office shirt appears carrying a suitcase. He was looking for the address of his colleague. Between moments his body stopped. Then walk back and look back at the address that was in the paper. “Waduh, buyung, nyari kok hard address for mercy. This is home address what forbidden forest anyway!” his grunts were alone while kicking anything on the road.
From across the street came a pedicab boy. The office man intended to stop the rickshaw to ride it. “Mas! Trick, Mas!” call the man to jump up and down while raising both hands.
The rickshaw man stopped. “Ya, sir, where will I take you?”
The summoning man was upset because the rickshaw was so far away from him. “Situ means really far away, I'm so hard!”
“Oh Yes Sir!” the rickshawman took a few steps back. “Mafin deh Sir, abis I don't look at it anyway.”
“Don't keep me short! You think I'm a stray bear?”
“Aduh Sir! Don't be afraid dong. I have not deposited!”
“Stupid time! I am your boss! Swab! Send me to this address!” said the office man with the makeup of the drizzle and dapper but short stature.
“Eastern Yarn, Sir?” said the rickshawman finished reading the paper containing the address.
“Iya! Can you read no? Which class is it to?”
“I'm not in school Sir!”
“Loh how can I read?” the passengers were surprised.
“I graduated Sir. Why should I go to school again?”
“Terden! School kek. Want to skip the cake. Not my business!”The passenger man almost cried because of the anxiety of serving the pedicabeer.
“Saying you want to know, what school am I not in? How come now get angry.”
“Cepet! Take me to the address. Long time I can high blood ladeni you!”
“Yakin nih Sir? Not the wrong writing? Ntar stray again!” the rickshawman opened the protective hood of his pedicab to open wide.
“Bene! Follow what I said!”
Finally the rickshaw walked through the village and housing. The rich passenger with the good looks was further astonished along the way. He realized the rickshawman took him further and further away from the village and the crowd. However, he chose silence by continuing to look at his watch. A few tens of minutes after the long journey, the rickshaw reached the destination that the short man had just pointed out in his address. “Udah until Sir! Where is the fare?”
“Iya-iya bentar!” the man rushed down. He kept looking down without looking behind him. “Nih! Two thousand is enough right?”
“Aduh Sir! Add dong, chrismon just finished, do not stingy very dong same me!”
“You ask what nodong is anyway!” the fat man again reached into his pants pocket to pick up the wallet. While the rickshawman was laughing silently watching the man take his money. “Four thousand! All make nutupin bon inwarung.”
“Well father, sekate-kate, so ugly gini I never owe ya!”
A few steps the man turned forward. His face was immediately shocked to see the surrounding situation full of silence and freezing cold, not as in his address. “Cock cemetery! Heh! The pedicab! Stop-stop!”
The rickshawman stopped his leg.
“What's up Sir?”
“Kok you anterin me to the grave anyway! I asked for housing. Not a grave!”
“Loh earlier said Kenanga Timur. East Kenanga is the grave sir!”
“Terus which is exactly where dong! Ouch, hunted dong, I want to chase deposit!”
“Emang I thought, I am not the boss father!” the rickshawman ran through his tricycles so fast that it was several alleys away.
“Crazy basics!” the man was also forced to walk to find the real address.
Late in the afternoon with the kids riding bikes and joking with each other. They just got back from the field. One of them brought a football. Office man in the same shirt, not having breakfast and not yet to the toilet fell asleep on the edge of a public phone. Complex kids came to him. They surrounded each other. “Who the hell is this father?”
“It looks like a stray man!”
“Say mama, if there's a stray, it must be a madman!” said a boy among them.
“Ouch! How dong if we are kidnapped continue to be eaten by these fathers?”
“Your idea is good!”
The three of them started to take action. The fat and short man was very well, so tired he did not realize the three little children had tied their shoes to each other. “How now?”
“Let him spit out of this village. What if we throw this ball?”
“Good wuh!” the advice also gets approval.
They had stood not far from the wartel and the boys were counting down the time to act. “Now!”
The three called the man who was leaning under the public phone. “Go! Crazyhead!”
“Go you!”
The ball was thrown far away about the head of the plontos of the fat man. He woke up and was immediately surprised. “Heh! The boy! Offhanded! I give you guys!”
They ran with their own bicycles. The man stood as hard as he could but in a flash his shoelaces made him fall down! “Why again my shoes!” the man groaned because he had just been bullied by complex children. “Damn it! Where I was thought to be crazy again the same kids.”
***
Mr. Bondan just came home from the office and met his sidekick on a residential street. Mr. Bondan got out of the car and was friendly and smiling. “Wait on who, Sir?”
“Look sir, I'm from yesterday afternoon waiting for my colleague. How come this afternoon, have not come by?”
“By the way there is a business need what?”
“Oh this, sir, we intend to buy a ship to sail to Australia.”
“Kok today still make ship, sir?”
“Iya Mr. Bondan. We don't want to waste money just to get on a plane. So we need ship to save travel and bags.”
“Then it's good. We can support government programs to reduce the country's debt. By reducing large transportation such as aircraft, we are already a step forward leaving a wasteful life.”
From a distance the houses began to turn on the lights because it was almost night. A man just fell asleep under a public phone. He was dirty here and there his clothes and hair that lived a little like cotton, came to Mr. Bondan and his sidekick.
“Pak Munich right? I have been waiting for you from earlier. How new dateng?”
“This is Mr Bondan!” he said to shift the topic.
“Bapak wrote his real address dong. My time was told to the grave!” Munich is still upset about the wrong address.
“Hah? The graveyard?” Mr. Bondan held back his laughing voice.
“Maybe the Rini, my office assistant wrote it wrong, so you can go to the target. Perhaps, not East Kenanga but East Pejaten!”
“Kok shirt father dirty like this?” Mr. Bondan was astonished to see Munich's performance.
“Ehm, that's Mr. Bondan, I just fell asleep on the street, kept meeting badung kids. They thought I was crazy!”
“Loh how can you sleep there?” Mr. Kartomo asked back.
“Because the address is very difficult. I fell asleep under a public phone!”
“No wonder, that's why I thought you were crazy.”
“Already! I'm tired of it!” Munich is upset with the behavior of its colleagues. Moreover, his new acquaintance who he is not so familiar with, but has dared to work on him.
“Later my father placed in the East housing. You will occupy my house temporarily. During that time you have to take care and take care of my home.”
“Continue the boat Sir?”
“In the meantime, wait until my wife and I return from abroad.”
“Father would love to have kind neighbors, like this Pak Bondan Family.” Kartomo invited Pak Munich to enter his car and Mr. Bondan was back in his car to go home.
