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14. Profession Transfer
“Should have been yesterday we banded,” exclaimed Vio frowning.
“Indeed,” timpal Kiagus.
“Remember, Jok, do not let because of the girls our band affairs become destroyed. The one yesterday was just a lesson,” added Rama.
This morning they headed to the band's rental studio. Now is the beginning of their great mission to build a band again. On the walls were pictures of musical instruments and it appeared that someone was playing the guitar. Presumably he is a figure that spurs the spirit for people who enter here.
Vio was impatient, with undaunted spirit flared up in grabbing the bass that was lying down. “Finally! And finally! I can touch this magical thing again!” his screams. With the spirit of Vio rather raise the volume of bass sound in the sound system. Let his voice break.
Kiagus took a firm position to fulfill his duties. For a while he was playing with his drumsticks, slamming it up like a circus performer who was beratraction in front of the audience.While Rama began to tread the knobs to the effect of the guitar sound.Rama turn on the on button on the mic.
“Cek... check... one two three... check.”.
JREENG.. JREENG!!!
Vio started checking sound. DEM.. DEM.
“S.I.D . Not a Hero!” cetus Vio's.
Rama smiled wide, wide nian. “OKE!”
The first song is complete. But Rama complains, “Gus, you are less animate playing the drum.So you, Vi, do not hesitate to move the key. Your doubt will disturb the concentration of others.”
“OK, okay, Boss,” shouted Vio. “Now try the song Treading Hell!”
The song, Rama thought, wasn't playing punk!
***
They started their activities as usual after training. Kiagus to Pasar 16 Ilir. While sitting Kiagus reached into his pants pocket and took his Nokia HP. It should be that this thing that is not up-to-date is not worth using anymore.
What's up, Devrieya? College huh?
The sentence he had been thinking about was now contained in a short message. And Kiagus can already guess, busy or not Devrieya, he must have waited a long time. Exactly fifteen minutes later, his HP shook.
“Ya.”
Brief, dense, clear, and straightforward reply from Devrieya. Kiagus asked Devrieya what he was learning. Twenty minutes later there was a small earthquake in his pants pocket.
TIT TIT TIT... TIT TIT!!!
“Learn English.”
Kiagus scratched the jidat. Then he asked if the lesson was good or not. Half an hour later the HP in his pocket was back in revolt. The silence was dashed when there was a reply.
“Enak.”
Countless how many question marks he had sacrificed. Just like Kiagus who has switched professions as a journalist, Vio has also switched professions, namely as a motorcycle taxi driver Dita. The sound of the Carbon stopped when it reached not far from the campus gate. For today Vio put on a suit that looks like a college boy; shirt, jeans, and a small sling bag. Dita approached him—dia hollering Dita up to kosan—chatchat chat briefly—home. That's the activity, a little luckier than Kiagus.
What about Rama? His fantasies change every day. Like a series of episodes. Not only is he good at setting the screenplay, he also understands how to make each of his imaginary stories look unique and interesting; making the setting and atmosphere in scenes that are not all that; his story was so entertaining that he watched a movie in his own head from the work of his right brain.
There he was dinner and again had time to describe there was the sound of a song that fills the room of the restaurant, the song Lady Rose. Though he never once in a lifetime— in the real world of course—eat in restaurants. Rama intended to capture the moment when the two were with Masayu, namely taking a photo together. Both of their faces were very tight. Until the HP screen fits them only, selfie. Rama is so great in arranging fictitious stories, he never cut every scene he made. The director's soul secretly had it apparently.
Rama is getting naughty. Because he made a scene of no one in the restaurant except the two of them, he automatically had a golden opportunity to act something and satisfy his desires. He looks around. But no one really saw. For a moment he held a heavy breath. His heart is beating fast. Rama watched Masayu's lips red, wet, puffing again, sexy, delicious when the dikulums. Rama drew his face closer to Masayu's face and his eyes continued to be stuck on Masayu's wet lips to tease with an abundance of millions of passionate lust. His hand was embracing Masayu's neck. His hands caressed Masayu's neck and his lips drew closer, and….
No more clashing, collide.
If only he did not stop fantasizing, somehow the exciting scenes that are prohibited by the Ministry of Religious Affairs continue to be assembled to please himself. Rama squinted his eyes while smiling to himself. Wake up from his imagination. Although only a delusion, it has all given birth to a chemistry from him against Masayu.
What Rama, Vio, and Kiagus did continued for a week and went on monotonously.
***
The roar of the twilight wind greeted Dita when the door was opened. He watched Vio who was sitting acting pretentious on the seat of the Carbon.
“To Jakabaring?”
“Yes, Dit. In the afternoon this week a lot of people were hanging out there. You must be happy to fit in there.”
“As far as you go, Vi. Just so you don't kidnap me.”
“Idaknak I will kidnap, only I put in this romance bui my love, nianlah.”
“Gombal!”
“Support not padlocked.”
Dita saw the sky. “But it's only three o'clock. Still hot nian nah.”
“Don't till we're late at the event this afternoon.”
“What events are there?”
“You can see later, Dit. Let's go!”
THE TROTOT TOTOT TOTOT!!!
Vio's desire to walk together with Dita finally accomplished as well. Although he did not bring more money, he already knew that later they both just hang out and talk while looking at the sights in Jakabaring. Nothing more. There will be no eating. There will be no parties.
Road A. Yani they are terabas. Straight without pause until finally met with a crossroad. Fitting in Fly OverSimpang Jakabaring, then turn left. There is the Al-Fathul Akbar Mosque. After passing through the office of the Palembang City DPRD, they passed through the office where people who defend the truth in the name of the law and eradicate criminal acts, aka Mapolresta Palembang. Straight again, keep going again, until. Not yet entered the best sports complex in the country, they have seen many people downstream and downriver with his motorcycle. Someone else was hanging out on the bridge.
BRUMS! BRUMS! BRUMS!
“I don't know the people here who invited.” Vio's speech was swallowed by the air that was pounding. Almost inaudible to Dita who again glanced around the road. On the left-right was a vast green expanse of land and there were several towering buildings.
“Many nian in Jakabaring,” says Dita.
***
