Last October
October Octa
The rainy season without rain. That's how October introduced himself this time. Very hot since the sun showed itself.even when looking at the clock, this was only at 08.00.
Okta, the milky-white woman with round eyes with her non-thin lips was grumbling ever since. He forgot to put the key to his motorcycle where even though half an hour later he had to start making up. She is a dancer and today their art community under the auspices of the YY campus gets a job dancing at the CLR hotel, one of the city's five-star hotels.
"aduuuhhhh, why at this age I start senile," he grumbled.
"even though I was sure to put it on this folding table," he said as he flipped through the books arranged on his folding table
"aiiihhhhh... When should I stand out? where's the remaining money, "he keeps talking to himself while paying attention to the contents of his wallet which is concerning. What a shame the fate of the boarding boy who lives far from the family. Especially with a simple family background where you do not want to ask your parents to transfer some money when your allowance is thinning.
After almost half an hour of pacing, sculpting, thinking, checking and going, he finally found his motorcycle key was busy in the nail pool behind the door of his boarding room.
"yaaaa, naughty key.why not shrivel from earlier. stubborn base.let's go!!" He said to the key of the motorbike that could not even answer his scolding.
He hurried to leave his boarding house to his secret on campus. Arriving there 2 other friends have started polishing his face in front of the mirror. He joined them after throwing a smile at each other. Two others have not shown up.
"Eh, the musician hasn't come yet, has he?" Okta started the conversation with a worried mimic
"There's inside" said Viani
"Why is that?" Rahayu chimed in puzzledly looking at Okta's anxious expression
"Hahahaha it's because you're slow, miss. The part where there are people make up constantly forget about the make up tool where. Forget mascara, forget the eyebrow pencil, forget the eye liner. ckckckk..." Rahayu clucked with a laugh remembering how her captor was
"Remember in our nari Job last month at the Swissbell hotel?? Okta forgot to wear lipstick. hahahahaha, "Viani was spinning around remembering the incident that night
"It was good that shortly before the stage, the musician realized that I had not worn lipstick yet" Okta recalled. His mouth was conversing, but his hands were busy framing the eyebrows
"Ooohhhhhh musician??? hihihihi, it's because doi emang likes to watch your lips times.hihihi," Viani giggles at Okta's teasing.
"Huh what the hell. But save guaaahhh," Okta replied by imitating the speech style of the capital's millennial son
"What survived??? the musician hasn't come???" Suddenly Eldin chimed in and rushed to take his place at the side of his other friend and hurriedly opened the makeup tool.
Marsha, the other dancer, even immediately took a peek at the inner space.
"Ah congratulations. They were still sleeping, "She said breathing a sigh of relief when she found the musicians were still sound in the inner room.
They are not afraid of musicians, the people who always accompany them dance. It's just reluctant to argue or avoid hearing the phrase "you guys stack anything in the face. No need to menor-menor. if the sculpted skull is like that, it will not turn beautiful. Oplas all of you."
There is no morality in their mouths. But as often as they are at odds, they are the ones they miss on college holidays. Like I missed the rain in October.
