Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 2: Pimples and Sacred Talc

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Whitehead is a basic pimple in the form of whiteheads. If too long buried, these blackheads metamorphose into blackheads, then up the class turned into small red bumps. Experts call it Papula. Papula is not Paula, if Paula is Baim Wong's wife.

Anxious Datul, in front of the mirror that reflected his face, Datul's fingers nimble squeezed one of the acne collections he had. If in view of the appearance, Datul believes this acne is called the Pustula. Red bumps that contain pus if in a squeeze. It's too disgusting to just leave it alone. So Datul pressed him mercilessly. Although after forcing the pus out, Datul will grimace because of the pain. Datul was shaking his lips.

That face, Datul would love to hate him, but that's his own face so where can. All kinds of pimples are there. Whitehead, blackhead, Papula, Pustula, Nodul or pockmark, almost flatly adorned his face, only two of Datul's eyelids survived. From there Datul can still be grateful, the rest he insecure.

Datul's phone rang, took a quick look and Maktun's face filled the screen of his phone.

"Yes, what's wrong?" datul asked with lips still funny, for a long time he looked like a puffer fish when it was so.

"Weh again what? it's so ugly in his face!"

"Emang you've seen me beautiful?" ask Datul cynic.

And damn the girl across there who claimed to be a sidekick shook her head and then cracked up. "Absolutely! uhhhaha..."

Although Maktun is also not a beautiful girl, at least her face is clean from acne. The color of her skin that brown brown sapodilla mature close to rot does not make Maktun inferior, understand the level of confidence of this girl above Datul. Datul who is more minded and does not know the direction of his life goals deserves to be friends with Maktun who is more assertive and courageous.

"Just want to make sure you're together, right?" Though Maktun can chat you know, bother vidio call and disturb Datul who is harvesting acne.

"Be so, take a regular kayak home. If you don't, cook yes I ride odong-odong impression. I closed it first, it's complicated!"

"However, early in the morning have ventured into space, not waiting for the bridle!"

"Morely try?" ask Datul lazily.

"Well, you must be dealing with the meteor rocks on your face, right? Let's just why the hell, later it gets worse sad, cry, ga doyan eat, purge themselves under the bed, which there I fear if you suddenly die ga konangan, hahaha...."

"Njir.. his mouth, I want to embroider using kite yarn! you think I'm a dead rat! You're fucking best friend!"

Maktun chuckled again, then decided on the call.

****

Datul and Maktun are already in a special room in a leading car engine fabricator manufacturing plant. There are about sixty people or more yes, but only three people are needed to fill the vacancy of the production operator. With a thumping feeling, they waited for their name to be called.

"I'm not sure we'll get away" whispered the pessimist Datul.

"Hey, trying luck is not a sin!" timpal Maktun confidently.

Not without reason Datul pessimistic like that. On the requirements it is clear that the height of the body is at least 150cm. While Datul? the height is only 148cm, lack of help from where? And Datul just follow Maktun's call. Trying luck.

"Say my brother, fitting the measurement later we tipjit a little origin carefully, do not get caught by the committee" Given the height of Maktun is also not more than 150cm.

"Hish, that's the name of cheating.I don't dare" Datul immediately cold sweat if invited to a perverted road. Better to be honest than to follow the crazy idea of his friend.

"It doesn't matter if you don't dare, A1 failed"

"You want to use it that way?" search Datul. The more anxious the more the bladder is full, so want to pee.

"No, that's just advice!" answer Maktun with a flat face.

Datul gegegetan, it feels like he wants to throw Maktun to hell. Maktun does not want to get lost but wants to mislead his friend. Basic indeed!

"I peed, long time no call."

"Ajave time, permit there to bedwetting even ribet"

"Ga dare, anterine..." Datul whining. His oily face was as clear as a kitten asking for Salmon. Though obviously will not be loved, expensive Salmon. People like the two of them have never eaten salmon. It's fact.

Maktun raised his hand for permission, while Datul as usual became the tail behind.

"Yes ciwis..." Datul's back disappeared behind the bathroom. Ten minutes, the impatient Maktun banged on the door. Goods Datul overslept inside.

"Woi, pee what kog kong berak lama?"

"Start!" yelled Datul from inside.

"Don't tell me you're again touching your face with your dirty powder!" Datul did not answer. That's absolutely true.

Then the door opened and Datul scowled foolishly. "Don't like my powder leopard, I'll taste it!"

"But! leopard powder are you really good? oh, Maidatul Khan!"

Before being forcibly snatched and dumped in the trash by Maktun, Datul hastily pockets his sacred powder in his pants pocket. Counting talc from Datul has accompanied him for five years ago. Since Datul is still sitting in Junior High School Grade IX. And always take it wherever Datul goes. Even if Datul has a chance to take Hajj, Datul promises to take his powder tutul with him. Let all the powder leopards go on Hajj. Ga funny?

Save Datul, compared to using a tissue to wipe excess sweat on the face, Datul prefers powder leopards, more efficient and prevent global warming. Because it means he also reduces the use of tissue that is basically wood fiber.

"Indeed my leopard is not pleasant to look at, but this tutul accompanied me for many years and is still good to wear, I am comfortable with him, if in a new change is also not necessarily as good as this, I am comfortable with him, not to mention if you remember his services all this time, wiping the oil on my face, I don't want you to say he's cursed! He knows...!"

Maktun. Datul began to dramatize. "Congratulation is synonymous with magic, try to mention what is tutul, in rub also not turned into money, make DP motor also not sellable, already dekil ga never washed anyway, in rubbing also did not turn into money, there is even a beautiful dwelling of germs and bacteria"

Datul grinned, his narrow eyes were more in line because he was not hypocritical he chuckled. What Maktun said is true. Even so Datul will not replace the powder leopard, until anytime.

I suppose the origin is comfortable, rather than new but does not give comfort? That applies also to the man of his dreams, even though Datul is weak in handsome men, but if it can be slum Datul also will not be arrogant then refuse. Just to be comfortable in the heart that's all, ga neko-neko.

****

Datul got down from the angkot and walked into the alley of his house which was quite far from the highway. The sun was hot that day. Datul hates heat and dust. Not even his stomach was rumbling from hunger.

Knowing not qualified from the beginning, I should have come home from earlier, grumbled Datul inwardly.

While Maktun though thin, he passed the selection of height measurement and can continue to the next session . Once, Datul went home first. Sad when we fail, our friends get away. Sad twice, because it is not hypocritical that basic human nature named envy must be at least a lot in the heart, where acne scars in this morning still sore. Datul feels his life is not lucky. Apes is there. Acne dilemma, job dilemma, boyfriend dilemma.

Pardon Datul forgot to reply to a message from his first girlfriend. After centuries of being single, the thing that Datul should be grateful for, he has a girlfriend, a first girlfriend even if not first love. Datul's first love. e-em, e-em. So Datul just keep it in his heart without anyone knowing. Even the devil does not know.

Back to Datul's first girlfriend, his name is Zaenal. I've only been dating for three months, but Datul's been in love for half a life. Although his girlfriend was often vague, Datul was forgiving. Like this week, Zaen is without news. And only the signs of his life appeared when Datul returned from the toilet. Darul had not had time to reply because he had to focus again earlier Datul opened the message again, typing a reply while walking. Datul's feet have paved the way home, so Datul does not need eyes just to see the road.

Zaen💖

I just came home from Bromo, will I see you later in the afternoon?

Datul's smile is disgusting, his girlfriend does he miss Datul? just returned from climbing the mountain directly ask to see you. Sin disappeared without breaking news, because Datul was already happy with his own mind.

^^^Tutul macan🐸^^

^^^ Do you miss? where do you want to meet?^^^

Zaen💖

Near the banana garden alley your home, let you not walk far...

Datul grinned, his girlfriend attention does not want to trouble Datul. Even though their meeting place is not classy at all. It's okay, Datul is not the type of girlfriend who demands a lot. Just loved Datul was happy.

^^^Tutul Macan🐸^^

^^^Well, wherever it is, as long as I meet you, I want😘 Miss u boyfriend...^^^

Not in reply!

Dih, you krebo! always has been. Never reply emot kiss. I want to be given that emot...

Datul pouted again. This time he ran to get home. Datul is afraid of the sun. Exposed to the sun long ago his face immediately reddened. Datul did not want to fit the same intersection with his neighbors later, his neighbors were shocked to see the red face of Datul beat the red face of Mr. Crab. Worse there's a pimple in there!

OH!!!!

To be continued...