Malay Romance Zaman Now
11. Do it yourself
Late afternoon at Taman Kambang Iwak Besak. This city park is filled with lush trees. Mahogany or in Swietenia macrophylla and trembesu or Fragraea faargans roxb becomes a shade for every tired. The abundance of twilight sunshine is hindered by the firmness of shady trees. In the middle, the water of the mine/lake ripples because of the push of a small, bumpy-wave pinwheel, even as if tiptoeing displays a panorama of coolness.
The green clump and rustling of the foliage are creeper, soft, seductive, whispering, and soothing. Many people are jogging on the circular road in Kambang Iwak. Their footsteps go hand in hand to make the body healthy, burn calories, make blood circulation so smooth, and of course to entertain the soul in the spare time after a week of office. While the three other bachelors are hanging out, why not jog?
“Our project must be fast to run,” said Vio while throwing a small stone into the water. A forbidden act aside from fishing here.
“About when do we start banding?” ask Kiagus.
“Tomorrow. My hands have itchy taste because it has long since not megang bass.”
“Ya already, tomorrow we start the band,” timpal Rama.
Vio squeezed out his fingers as he squawked out a speech that from yesterday - still hiding in his brain. “Now in Indonesia has been flooded with bands singing crybaby songs. A little upset, a little upset. We must act hard against the plight of the bachelors. If again upset, yes do not listen to galaulah song, would be even more upset. We must change the piker pattern of the youth of the Fatherland so that it will be brainwashed by the deadly attacks of upset songs!” Vio's rant continued to race with his mouth littered. “Tudi me with invasions and attacks of songs that make the heart become melted unspeakable! It's time we build change, with the innovation of punk songs!”
Rama and Kiagus noticed Vio's serious facial expression. Want Rama to speak up, but Vio continued to push.
“Deliver love, start listening to songs upset, sing songs upset. The music industry is dominated by shallow-cast songs, boring!”
A bunch of punk kids, crowded, dozens of them, again fun to hang out also in Kambang Iwak. Rama watched them from a distance. Although Rama hobbies with punk, but he does not want to look more and behave ferociously similar to the punk children.
“Do not wear piercing and tattoo. We can look punk. But don't be brutal and anarchic,” said Rama.
Often the responsible teenagers who dress all in black disturb the peace around, like brawl, drunk, make trouble, and behave as they please. Streetpunk, rather they. Its members are teenagers and young adults. On average they are still in school, Junior High School and High School. And there are also those who do not get an education up to that level. Wearing earrings and pasting animal tattoos, skulls, and various strange writings are familiar to them. Their activities are just hanging out, chatting, smoking, drinking alcohol, using drugs, and singing and dancing.
If their mood is good, thank God. If their mood is bad, na’zubillah. Naughty in the city bus, snatch, begal, rebel, riot after watching the ball and make a scene at a music concert. Their actions are not unreasonable because they do it because they feel marginalized, oppressed by the establishment of high people, feel shackled by the rules and injustice of the rulers, and the loss of trust from around. But there are also those who act and work. I don't like to make a scene. The point is they play it safe. What is known by Rama is the term Skatepunk. Judging from the name, he already knows that members like to dress in punk style and like to play skate. Skatepunkers, that's what the people who follow.
Since the 1980s punk is rampant in America. There and when it was high unemployment and criminality rates triggered by the rulers and political actors. Punk therefore seeks to satirize people who have already caused moral deterioration with loud and sometimes violent music. The lyrics of their songs are often environmental, social, political, and religious, especially their attitude towards high people. Therefore punk is a resistance movement of young people based on “We can do it ourselves”. In addition to the musical genre, punk also includes fashion.
Punk are better known for their style, such as mohawk-haired and colored in bright colors, wearing boots, tight black pants, shabby clothes, wearing black vests, creepy black leather jackets, wearing black leather jackets, wearing black leather jackets, pierced, and tattooed. Punk, besides being synonymous with violence, is also anti-establishment and asocial. So from the music and style that punk contains artistic value. Punker also has a mindset: that the excitement of appearances must be accompanied by a rush of ideas.
DO IT YOURSELF!
***
“Aih, tired of me. Rest first yuk!”
Masayu and Dita were still excited. Keep running. No matter Devrieya's sweet whimper.
“Dev, just two rounds,” complained Dita.
They ran while lined up. Their shoes jerked the dry floor of the street. The leaves that had fallen out were flapped by their fine feet.
“Besides in Kambang Iwak, where else do you usually jog, Yu?”
“Around Jakabaring stadium, Dit. Sometimes also around the complex.”
“Oh, deserve your slim body, singset, and.. sexy.”.
“Can you do this, Dit.”
The cute and jutek Devrieya, still in a breathless state, tried to speak. “How many more rounds are we? Huh, huh.”
“Espirit dong, Dev, when else can run around in the city park? Usually we run around in the garden and in the forest.”
“Iya deh, yes.”
“When did you start dating Dodi, Yu?”
“Pas SMA first class.”
“More than three years mean.”
“Yapc. What's the matter, Dit?”
“Dak nothing, just ask. What makes you love her?”
“Try relationship!”
“What must be handsome, cool, macho, good, attention, understanding, patient, and blah... bla... bla... bla... bla... dare!”
“That means dare, Yu?”
“He alone dares love in front of me. Directly. Honestly, back in High School a lot of guys had a crush on me, but I'm a bitch. Same Dodi too, at first I was cute, Dit. He's great nian! Keep trying even though I often cueki. He was never desperate to pursue his love. I don't think he's that tough. So I've trusted him.”
“Oh, have you met your father-mama, Yu?”
Masayu.
“Kok yet?”
Masayu slowed his run while exhaling bitter breath.
“Depart, Dit, not yet.”
“But at least we are happy. Especially if you're sure that she'll be your match, Yu. Three years of dating, but I don't know her future father-in-law. He who doesn't want to know your family, are you the one who doesn't?”
“Anyway, Dita, later she will definitely meet my family. Point!”
***
“Look at those girls, steady yeh? Woah, not playing beautifully,” exclaimed Vio while raising his eyebrows. “I'm a girl who's having a bang. Gus, which one are you?”
“Three of them bangs.”
“I am the leftmost. You're the right-most.”
“Because, I'm the rightmost.”
“Seeing from behind, the leftmost is the most bohai. Must be a pretty face. Yes, dak, Gus?”
“Definitely, Jok.”
“If the rightmost, how?”
“According to you?”
“According to your taste of course. From his running style, it's like he's calling your name, Gus.”
“Yo’i, Jok.”
“Pas nian with us.”
“Pasti.”
Vio rubbed his chin. Started to know. Worship him, “Looks like the three of them were college kids.”
“I agree with you, Jok.”
“From appearance, running style, and their wobble fit again running, really showing that their brains are watered! Not playing! College boy, Jok! When else can we bachelors of unemployed Palembang get a cool college boy girlfriend?!”
“Sama, I also believe that they are college.”
“Place anyway.”
“E-e”
“Their hair looks like emo again. Not play!”
“Open play!”
