Malay Romance Zaman Now
12. Gathering
Vio turned to look at Rama who had been unmoved. What the hell is going on? Don't think he's naive, naive, like a fool, but think of nothing.
Vio's left and Kiagus's right, I automatically get the girl in the middle. Ah, be, good. When viewed from behind, it looks like the style is cool. Her face must be pretty, too. Her body is sexy. Emo hair style. Not playing, what Vio said, not playing. If I'm guessing, it seems right that they're college kids. Woah, not playing, college boy! An unemployed Palembang bachelor, bakungguk longs for the moon, craving cute girls and beautiful college kids. It's great that I could be his girlfriend. Oh, look at every curve of his body. Oh, look at every swing of his leg. Oh, molek nian that girl in the middle.
“Ram, do you want to dak with the girl in the middle?”
Rama still had a plain face. Expressionless. Meanless. While his eyes did not let go of highlighting every curve laden with elegance is as beautiful and slender as the body of Maria Sharapova so that whatever was captured by her eyes had immersed her in an imaginary ocean that seemed in the endless until finally he was absorbed in the longed-for temptation, which he longed for.
“If dak, I'll buy both.”
“Iya, Jok, the girl in the middle of it for me.”
Vio stood up. “OK, Friends. How about we start this mission?”
“You mean?”
“Yes we're approaching those girls, Ram. Who knows they want to be with us, these cute Palembang singles.”
Rama is a bit doubtful because Vio's body is considered to thwart all these sweet plans. Judging from Vio's extremely miserable posture, which he would never accept as a police officer and advertising model, Rama is skeptical, doubtful that Vio is his promoter.
“I will approach them!” said Rama loudly with the spirit of 45.
They sat in the hut waiting for the three girls who had been talked about to run right near them.
HUP! It's close!
“Girl!” rama screams with a wet hoarse voice. Inspiritual. Real men. Like the voice of the vocalist Green Day during a concert.
The three girls seemed to have no ears to hear even as if they had no heart to heed the seductive call of Rama. Instead of kapok, Rama instead repeated it again and the volume of his voice was somewhat larger.
“Ce... wek!”
The girl in the middle looked back.
Fit.
But only for a moment. Maybe a blink of an eye. The momentary view was like a meeting between two different atoms, then the atoms collided and exploded the absurd compound into a lively explosion.
Rama's heart was pounding, tumbling.
Not having time to run back, Masayu stopped for a moment, and turned back to look at the bachelor who again looked at him. Their distance was about seven meters.
“Raden,” hiss Masayu.
“You already know that girl? Well, it's worth it. Damn good the way you are, Jok.”
“I don't know that girl, Vi. Oath.”
Dita and Devrieya screeched to call Masayu who was again transfixed. “Come!”
Masayu again ran after his two friends. During the run Masayu continued to think and think. Is it true that the bachelor has been filling his mind for days? I was worried about Masayu while running.
Vio patted Rama's shoulder. “Serius don't know?”
Rama mangosteen fast.
“Later if they get here again, you have to reprimand him again and continue to acquaintance, Ram. Okay?”
They don't make a sound. Waiting for the presence of the three girls they will later. A few minutes later, it was the waiting.
“Well, well,” hiss Vio.
Rama stood firmly in the middle of the road while posing cool. But his face is plain. Without sins.
Masayu, Dita, and Devrieya were shocked like being confronted by a pocong.
“Awas! Move!” Dita's hands swayed like they were driving away a cat.
Boldly Rama looked at Masayu's eyes. But Masayu immediately slanted his eyes towards three o'clock. Glaring from Rama's sharp gaze. Dita and Devrieya ran past Rama who was standing. Masayu remained motionless. She's shy. Masayu lowered his head, then said quietly, almost whispering, “You Raden?”
“I Rama.”
Masayu raised his face and boldly looked into Rama's eyes.
“Sorry, I was wrong.” Masayu walked away from Rama with a calm feeling.
“I Raden Rama.”
Masayu stopped his way.
“I can contact?”
Masayu also reached out after Rama reached out. “My name is Masayu Selly.”
Wow, the Palembang girl apparently.
Masayu violently let out the grunts that tormented his inner niche.
“I've seen you. In Market 16 Ilir.”
“When?”
“About two or three months ago.”
“I did work there. But I never saw you.”
“You've been accused of copet, right?”
For a moment Rama dug up his memory.
“I'm the one who pickpocketed it.”
Rama surprised. “Hah? Seriously?”
“Iya, seriously. I'm so confused now to say what you are.” Masayu tried to find the existence of his friends who were far away there.
“Ya already, later we chat again, Masayu. Both friends I want to know your two friends earlier, so please convey.”
Masayu uploaded a smile and Rama downloaded it happily and then returned the smile with a smile as well. A special smile. The beautiful afternoon in Kambang Iwak increased the excitement because these six human children were being drunk beautiful meeting unexpected.
“Vio, if you want to be close to me, you should take worm medicine first. So that it can be fat.”
“You must also be diligent to Kambang Iwak. Many sports. To avoid obesity and slim like Masayu, Dit.”
“Later I'll make BPJS. So you can check-up at the Puskesmas, or good at the hospital. I'm afraid you have a disease.”
“Kurus, does not mean sickness, Dit. You're as if nian.”
But not for Kiagus.
“How many college?”
“One.”
Silence again.
“You all classmates?”
“Iya.”
Silence again.
“Know pas lecture?”
“If same Ayu, yes, but same Dita has been since childhood.”
“Akrab?”
“Ya.”
Silence again.
Kiagus turned to the left, right towards Devrieya who was down and busy with obroan in his social media. Kiagus.
“Ngekos?”
“E-e.”
“Where?”
“Silaberrant.”
Silence again.
Very boring conversation.
“Kok can you pickle that time?”
“I have to ask first, how can you be accused of copet at that time?”
“And the incident happened first, only I was accused of copet.”
“Hm, guys do like not want to lose.”
Rama laughed a little.
“Iya, I see, just as you were carried by your friend.”
“How about the wallet?” ask Rama. His tone remained flat.
“Forget. Dak important. Now, I'm sorry.”
“Sorry about what, Masayu?”
“For me, you're accused of copet.”
“You're wrong. So don't apologize.”
The wind blew, infiltrating their conversation.
“I call you Rama, or Raden?”
“Call Rama only.”
“What if I call you Raden?”
“I'm not happy.”
