Malay Romance Zaman Now
19. Calluses
This afternoon Kiagus went to Devrieya's boarding house. She already knew what Devrieya would do when she was with him.Yes, sure enough, Kiagus initially opened the conversation about Devrieya's lecture and the girl replied in her perfunctory manner. It was as if his tongue was very expensive. It was in Kiagus mind that he seemed to be unconcerned. He has great respect.
Grilled bread, ice fruit soup, chocolate, and once also gave a bunch of red roses to Devrieya. The last time he saw the flower was withered because it was not taken care of. In terms of economics, many have been issued Kiagus for all the time needs of his PDKT. In terms of sociological, he often paid attention through SMS and phone, plus several times to visit Devrieya kos. In terms of science? Or from a political point of view? No need to explain.
Kiagus swallowed bitter saliva. I want him to say something he has planned carefully from last night, this morning, this afternoon at the market, until now, but it feels heavy. He was afraid that his talk would offend Devrieya. Bile that is bitter does not need to be chewed, just swallow.
“I fear the day that technology will surface our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots.”
Not a single word Kiagus misses. Devrieya understood very well the talk earlier because his mood now immediately suddenly changed. There was no need for him to ask Kiagus to repeat.
“Where did you get that talk, Gus?”
“From Rama. And he said, that's a quote from Albert Einstein.”
Devrieya put her android in her pants pocket. Back past one last word: Idiots!”
“Dev, we have to be smart to put something at the right time and place. If the two are like now, or if again get together with friends, it's good if we are busy with HP. It's better if we talk. Later, if you are alone and there is free in the boarding house, you can, Dev, play HP again.”
Devrieya was silent for a moment. He said Kiagus. He waits. Because the speech of a quiet person is worth the wait.
“Because too often busy with cyberspace, we so forget the real world. We become individualistic and asocial people in the real world and in the places around us. We spend too much time on social media. Maybe it can be said to have many friends in cyberspace, but we isolate ourselves from the association around, alone, fun by ourselves.”
Kiagus' chest was pounding with nervousness. “We have to be smart, Dev, in living life right now. Technological progress has positive and negative sides. Good we take and bad we stay away. There are many benefits that we can take from the internet and social media. For example, we can communicate easily. We also quickly and practically seek out information. We can also learn a lot and seek knowledge. But, Dev, verbal communication with face to face is much better than through chatter in cyberspace. The problem of finding information and adding insight, mending we read newspapers and magazines rather than reading an information from the status of people made. And especially to find knowledge, we better read books or better learn directly to the experts. Because the level of validity is much more guaranteed.”
Kiagus seemed to be talking to the floor because he had lowered his head and was unable to look at Devrieya's face. Not even glancing. “Too often play HP will also make our physical health disturbed, Dev. For example, because we often duck, we can bend. Our fingers will also be disturbed, especially the thumb and index finger because too often touch the screen and push the HP button. To be sure our eyes will be tired, tense, and dry because of too long staring at the screen with a long duration. I've heard the term sleep deprivation aka sleep disorder. At the end we become insomniacs.”
Kiagus sighed and tried to dig into his memories. “In the morning open your eyes, check HP. We play HP all day. Until before going to sleep our hands never get away from that thing. If it has become a habit, we will be exposed to opium and difficult to escape with things like that. As a result we will feel anxious, worried, afraid, and our bodies will tremble if one hour just not megang HP.”
“Yes too, Gus. Thanks for the explanation and advice. I don't think you can think that far.”
“Actually, that's all I've heard from Rama. Just so you know, Dev, he was for us a great thinker. Behind that,” Kiagus looked into Devrieya's eyes with a strange look. “Rama is a stuck level dreamer and a tier legend dreamer. Surprisingly, he sometimes told us what he loved.”
Started pulling.
“What? Try jelasi.” Devrieya can't wait.
“Here he told us about his experience dreaming of meeting with Socrates. He said, a veteran philosopher from Greece in the century before Christ. Socrates is lost in the Musi River and confused about where to go. They talked while eating pempek and drinking red bean ice on the boat. He said they were getting closer and Socrates appreciated the typical Palembang food that he ate and greedily enjoyed it. Kalos* nian, says Socrates. I ask Rama, if you dream of meeting Socrates again, please say hello.
Two days after that Rama told me that he again dreamed of meeting a Greek philosopher. He said, ‘Night, I thought Socrates. I want to say hello from you, Gus, but apparently not. He was Plato, his student Socrates! The Greeks were handsome, tall, cool, athletic, had checkered muscles, curly hair, and a sharp nose. I learned philosophy from him in Greek. Nian superb. Plato said that essence has reality and reality is in the idea. From there I learned to be a true idealist who has unique ideas and sky-high ideals’. I told Rama that if you ever meet Plato again, please say hello. Okay, he said.”
Devrieya.
“I'm waiting for a story from Rama again. Almost a month. When he and I were at the market, he came back. Rama said, ‘Just last night I could barely sleep even though it was raining heavily last night. I feel weird, nian. Body shaking. I fear. Until two o'clock in the evening, I forgot what was going on in the room. I dreamt of meeting him. Students of Plato. Complete already. The King of Three met me! In my dream last night, there was a man banging on the door of my house at night. I opened the door. I was surprised, Gus, at first I felt unfamiliar with the guest who came, but my guess did not miss a bit. He's Aristotle! I kissed her hand and hugged her. I asked him why he could get to Palembang and he replied that he would love to eat pempek made by Wong Palembang. At about eight o'clock I immediately took him to the pempek sales shops at 26 Ilir. I spoke with Aristotle in Greek. Not playing great. I bought him a meal because he already doesn't have a dime. While eating the pempek, the handsome, curly-haired man explained to me how to think with a syllogism. Thinking logic that is still used today even though there are some additions to the refinement of’. Please get me a pen and paper, Dev.”
Kiagus wrote:
Palembang people like to eat pempek (premis major)
Rama was a Palembang (minor premise)
Rama hobby eating pempek (conclusion)
“Kata Rama, ‘Aristotle wrote that after knowing all about me, whatever. Apparently Aristotle hobby of eating pempek from all kinds of variants, such as pempek lenjer, egg pempek, pempek ada’, pempek submarine, even want nian tasting noodle celor, model, tekwan, laksan, laksan, lakso, burgo, and chimney. To latrevo*, he said’. Rama continues to say that Aristotle explained straightforwardly, such a way is called deductive logic, which measures the validity or absence of a thought. He said, ‘From here I started being a rookie rationalist’. Continue to omongi to Rama, if you dream again to meet Socrates, Plato, or Aristotle, please send greetings from me. Rama agreed to my request.
For many months, when he was in high school, he never dreamed of meeting the three philosophers again. Often Rama told stories about them, not in dreams, but he ngayal. There was just his fantasy. I think my friend is sane aka crazy. If you get together,” whispered Kiagus, he looked around. There's no one. “But don't tell anyone, Dev.”
“Iya, Gus, yes.”
“Rama often ngayali Masayuuuuuuu.
“Kok know?”
Kiagus moved his chair forward.
“He likes to confide that we are busy gathering. The paraaahhh! Gilo nian!”
Kiagus explained the fantasies Rama had heard.
“HUA-HA-HA-HA.”
***
“Family worm medicine. Dose once drink”.
The writing is on the package. He poured two pills of elixir into his palm. “Bismillah,” hiss Vio. He swallowed it and drained the water from the glass. Half an hour, the effects of the worm drug immediately reacted. His eyes feel heavy. So sleepy. He jumped on the bed, flat on his back, sleeping soundly. In the morning the effects of the worm drug were increasingly felt. Vio nausea. He felt that the worms in his stomach were starting to rebel and did some sort of long march, protesting against the policy taken by Vio to expel them. All kinds of worms took their children and did a massive demo.
That's what Vio's guessing.
He did not eat breakfast because his appetite was gone. He's still sleepy. So lazy shower. Hungry, he was cold sweat. Body's limp. Apparently, the worm drug and fat drug are destined to be together because the troublesome effects of worm medicine can be overcome by taking fat drugs, aka let Vio's appetite back sticking out. That single day at home. He went to the WC and intended to check if any worms would check out of his stomach. But he won't defecate. Ah, it's been hard he put out a deep energy to get something out of his rectum but the results are nil. In the afternoon, being engrossed in the room with the song Why Don’t You Get a Job by The Offspring, the unemployed bachelor felt like BAB. Go to the WC. Squat for a moment. Vio was very grateful for gravity so that the stool could plunge and plunge right on target. He noticed that feces.
Where's worms? Is he out?
His eyes are getting closer to the poop. But he did not see the beast he was looking for. The next bomb was dropped again.
Pluck up!
Or cooler if it sounds like this:
Uiiing. rossaaaaarrrrr!!!
He saw the debris from the attack earlier.
“Aih's. Mano pulo wormnyo ni?”
After breaking up and washing his hands, Vio came out of the WC feeling giddy. He stopped and looked back. He watched the squat closet. His legs tiptoed slightly and his head dangled upwards, watching the fortress hit by the bomb he had dropped. There were no signs that any worms were getting out of his intestines. He's getting sick of it. By night Vio was ready to take the second step. Forget about the worms. Maybe tomorrow the worms get out of his body. Or maybe he's not a worm. Anyway not every worm in the stomach is a jerk. There are those who are ethical and obedient to the rules of the digestive system because with the presence of the animal the digestion becomes smooth.
Vio opened the lid of the packaging of Chinese herbs, and halal of course. Dilungkurkan one grain of medicine that is not artificial it into the palm of his hand. He stuffed it into his mouth. Suction of water to push the drug to the stomach.
“Sleep, Son. It's night.” Nyimas' voice coming from the kitchen snuck into his room.
Vio immediately secured the packages on the table, then put them in the closet. This project to raise his weight should not be known by any human being including his beloved mother, except himself. The mission has been carried out. While his vision has not been realized, namely: Make a fat body at least before the New Year later to obey what Dita wants, so that the girl becomes my girlfriend.
Presumably a little challenging the vision that Vio was fomenting. If his vision has been realized, happy bujang who is lying down. He watched the ceiling of his room. The ideal body shape. His own body of course. The number 50 jumps to the figure of 70 kg. Body height goes up five inches, so 175. The size of the trousers is no longer 27, but can already wear 30 circular pants. When the glass is not embarrassed anymore because the cheeks are no longer deflated. Usually wear long-sleeved shirts to cover the bones, now wear singlets so that the arms are filled and muscular should be proud. If you need to go everywhere use the color only because it is so PD.
The ideal body shadow is lost as the effects of the fat drug begin to be felt. His eyes closed, and Vio slept. Even to snoring.
