LIKE I CAN'T SEE

BAG 20 PLAN TO SHOOT JESSY

Mr. Bagas family-owned driver drove the car at medium speed. The streets seem to be jammed due to the hours of home office.

Seeing that Jessy was just silent as if thinking about something, Bagas grabbed her hand. "Hey, any? You can tell me. Or maybe you miss the same Om Steve?", Bagas thought Jessy was kangen with her papa.

Jessy was shocked when Bagas grabbed her hand. He pulled his hand from Bagas's. "Excuse me cake, play hold-hold", nagging.

Bagas chuckles. Since when to hold hands Jessy must ask permission first. Usually it is too. Bagas sensed something was wrong with Jessy. Suddenly his memory swirled over Jovan's figure.

Why did Jessy panic and stand up when Jovan stumbled? Are they close? Why did I not know? He was raging with his own mind.

"You go straight home or to my house first?", he asked later.

"Go home. I'm tired. You're tired too, aren't you?".

"I'm tired of it. But if you tell me to nemenin you, I can still. Aunt Eva hasn't come home yet, has she?".

"Yes Mama came home late" Jessy answered lazily.

"Yes, I brought you home first, after Maghrib I went to your house!", said Bagas and Jessy could not refuse. There is no reason he can use it. Their house is close. Bagas will know whatever Jessy's doing.

It didn't feel like it was in front of Jessy's gate. Jessy came down. The staff at his house opened the door immediately. Bagas lowered his car glass and said his greetings.

"See you later!", said Bagas as he waved his hand.

In the car, he was smiling. I can't wait to express my feelings to Jessy. "Bagas Bagas like yes Ma'am Jessy?", asked the driver to see his employer's son smiling himself in the car.

"Father knows. What would you bring, sir, if you shot a girl?", asking for an opinion.

"What yes? What does Jessy like? Maybe bring his favorite. After all, Mas has never had a girlfriend before", said the driver.

"Yes, this one is different sir. Very special", he said. Get out of the car and get into the house.

"Child today" said the driver, shaking his head.

At Jessy's house. Jessy runs into Mak Silah who is about to go home. "Would you like to go home?" asked Jessy.

"Yes Non. What is Non?", asked Mak Silah.

Jessy asks Mak Silah to wait. He took a p3k box at his house. It happens to have more than two stocks. "This is take home ma'am", while giving.

Mak Silah was confused while accepting it. "What is Non for?".

"Jovan tripped last time basketball. Give it to him", he said.

"Well, thank you Non", while carrying away the p3k box.

Jessy just nodded. I want to say more than that. But diurentkan.

The Mak Silah in his heart was happy. The pretty lady is considerate and still cares about her family. Even after he came back from London he said nothing about Jovan.

30 Minutes by angkot ride and walk. Now Mak Silah has set foot in front of his house. Open the door and say hello.

Jovan welcomed as always. Experiencing mom's right hand. "Here's my mom helping him treat his wound!", said mother made Jovan surprised from where her mother could find out before she asked about the wound.

"Other times be careful playing his basketball", apply the medicine on his wound.

"Where did you know that Jovan was injured playing basketball?" he asked in surprise.

"From Non Jessy's".

"He's just this nitip for mom to bring home. He said tell him to treat your wound".

"Only that?", he asked again in a disappointed tone.

"Yes you have to talk about opo meneh to Le?", said the mother with Javanese.

"It's a good thing he's paying attention to our family, son. Don't put high hopes on him. We're different. It will hurt if you fall later" said the mother later. Jovan just fell silent.

He understands mother's words. Then remember during his return from London Jessy had not met him directly. He didn't even say anything.

It was like Jovan asked him what the gift necklace meant at the time. Again he must break. Because at school wherever Jessy goes there's always Bagas accompanying. I don't think that opportunity will exist anymore. He could only hold his curiosity.

"Mom, Jovan is ahead first", said Jovan to my mother when night came.

He's got Jessy's necklace box. He looked at the necklace. Sometimes he asks her to talk. It was as if it was Jessy.

"Ro sopo to Le, by the way?", asked Mom when she heard Jovan speak.

"Ehm anu Mak's. Jovan is writing a dialogue for Indonesian tomorrow", he replied lying.

Mom came out and just looked at him in wonder. "Yo wis ra sue-sue ndang mlebu omah!", he said to his son.

*****

Morning at school. The kids started to get boisterous and rowdy in the classroom. Waiting for the bell to come in and the teacher approached them to start the lesson.

They are busy forming their respective gangs. Jovan as usual is only with Dodi.

"Tomorrow sunday. Want to go to my house, Jo? My plan is to go fishing with a bangap", an offer from Dodi.

For a long time Jovan did not go out just refreshing unwind tired. After leaving just looking for a tutut in the rice field. Dodi's offer is interesting.

"Bother you as much as you can't if I come?", he asked. He realized that it was Dodi's time with his father.

"Not times. Bokap even grin if I invite temen. Not much trouble though. It's even exciting" said Dodi reassured.

"OK tomorrow at nine!", said Jovan excitedly.

Their chat stopped when the Indonesian teacher entered the classroom. The class immediately turned silent. It only sounds like a teacher is talking about starting a lesson and delivering the material excitedly.

Less than five hours passed. The break bell arrived. Exactly at twelve. The kids are out of class. And the canteen is the most desirable destination.

"Jo wants to eat something" asked Dodi. They walked to the canteen.

"I want noodle soup like hot like this" he replied. The mediocre pocket money also made him choose what food he could buy. As economical as possible but enough to make it full.

"Yes already. I am too".

Arriving at the cafeteria they looked for an empty seat. It turned out that only two seats were left opposite Jessy et al and Bagas et al.

Dodi and Jovan sat there. Making Jovan a heart gymnast. But he tried to hide. To be unknown to those around him.

They do not rebuke each other. If Bagas himself had been there would have driven Jovan and Dodi away. But since there was Jessy, he just kept quiet. And it seems that they do not mind the two sitting close to the group.

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NB: WHO DO NOT KNOW THE MEANING IN THE JAVANESE CONVERSATION ABOVE CAN ASK THE AUTHOR IN THE COMMENT COLUMN YES. DELIBERATELY NOT RICH TRANSLATE AUTHOR BEFORE BECAUSE THE EFFECT EVEN MEETS THE WRITING AND NOT PLEASANT TO LOOK AT. RICH SEMRAWUT...