Labile

Friday Night

My attempts to forget it have been in vain. It is still clear how he called me earlier and took a photbar. Why am I thinking too much about it?It could be that he was just bargaining, making small talk because of the pity of seeing me who was just photographing him. I really wanted to take a picture with him, but I was embarrassed. Though for mementos, let me show my children and grandchildren later if this is the man who ever hurt me, but I still keep the taste for him. Real dumb.

And from that day on, lately, he's been sending me messages, still the same as before, the messages are always unclear.

"Ntin, see indo's assignment"

He said one Friday night. Sometimes I think, maybe he chats because he wants to. Or in other words, he was just using me. Or it could be because you are lonely. I can't get too carried away.

"Start"

Repasku. I also sent him two pictures. Blue two check .

"Well Tin, look at it's not his job"

He protested because what I sent was a photo of the Indonesian assignment in the package book, not sending my answer. Am I wrong?

"So he said look at indo's duties"

I defended myself. He didn't reply anymore, but then.

"Eh Tin, you know what?"

He sent me another message, a new question and he forgot the Indonesian assignment he just asked.

"G"

Reply quickly and briefly.

"He's my reporter"

But it fits too. He is a hobby of asking, confident and not shy, sometimes even shy.

"But you're still a schoolboy, duaaa high school"

Reply again

"I read it while singing Ntin, seriously"

Reply again. Mentang mentang vocalist, anything sungin.

"Bodo very"

I said to him that I don't care.

"My name is Rafa, not really"

You know, no need to introduce yourself anymore.

"Not Ucok?"

"Wkwk is still interested"

I kept quiet reading her chat. Rafa used to say his name was Ucok, not Rafa.

When I called Ucok, he protested.

"Here, Ucok's a real salesman, just change to Ozan"

I was just shaking my head at the time. You weird guy.

I haven't had time to reply to the message, Rafa sent me another message.

"Ntin I want to tell you, so I'm buying martabak"

"Where? "

I was a little excited about the story.

"In the store next door, but it's not sweet, so buy money"

"Well, you buy a martabak telor, yakan?"

I guess first, who knows if my guess is right.

"No, the sweetness is in lo haha"

Nahah, the humor is very loose. I laughed for a moment. He could never be serious.

"Brakeh lu Fa"

Reply again. I turned off the cellular data.

Bosen, mijitin hape. Then move on to the family room. There, there were my mom and dad watching TV. I was like an only child in the house. My first brother, Ms. Citra is married, my younger brother-Ilham-is at school while boarding school.

"Watch what mom, not fun"

I said when I saw my mom and dad watching dangdut.

"It's a loh, still young, nice voice"

She answered, pointing to the television.

"Try you, can't you sing dangdut?"

Dad challenged me.

"It can, but it's males in front of dad"

I said half-joking and half-joking.

"Well, haven't you bought a martabak, but it's not sweet?"

I asked my prank on my father, who answered even my mother.

"Gapernah, your father's mother forbid to eat sweet, not good for health"

"But I like sweet things"

Answer father later.

"Dad should inget age dong well, mother ng elarang right because dear"

"The salty one doesn't taste good, ma'am, it doesn't taste bad.The one with stomach pain"

Said Dad chimed. Not to lose, I chimed in on my father's words.

I closed my ears with my hands, laughing at the expressions of those who were arguing over martabak.

"Yeah, Mom, Uti's just the name"

I answered while easing their little debate. Both of my parents are funny, a little debate, then get along later. They are like me and...

Why do I remember him again. No, this feeling must be gone.