Malay Romance Zaman Now
21. Antu banyu
Angry Nian Rama on Vio because he had called but never lifted. Rama called Kiagus and said Vio was not at the market.Rama's motorcycle stopped around the yard of Vio's house and he saw the man who was barking. Automatic Vio is at home.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
“Assalamualaikum.”
GECK! GECK! GECK!
There's no answer.
“Vio Carbonate!” Rama knocked on the door again, even to the point of banging.
Ten minutes passed. Finally there is a message from inside the house. Door opens. Vio nongol while muttering indistinctly. His face is so grim. After being told to enter, Rama inching inside. He saw the wall clock. The long needle stops exactly at the number two, as well as the short needle.
“Jam like now just wake up?” Rama flabbergasted. His eyebrows go up half an inch. There were three wrinkles on his forehead.
Vio yawned and muttered again, then to the bathroom. Rama sleeps in Vio's room. The package given by Masayu was being held by him. Vio, freshly washed his disheveled face, was surprised to see that his friend looked neat, wore a backpack, and was carrying a package.
“Where are you, Jok?”
“From Masayu's campus.”
“What's that pack? For me yeh?”
“Aih's. You dirty talk. Masayu gave this to me. Open ah.”
“This is all I open. It's great that you, Ram, got a gift from a girl. College boy pula.”
Vio took the parcel from Rama's hand and opened it. He tore his card paper and found something inside.
“Celana black jeans. Rubber base. Lepis. Wow, won a lot of you, Jok.”
Rama saw the Levi’s brand stamped around the right back pocket of the pants.
“Definitely expensive, Ram. Good for nge-punk.”
“Let's go to the seamstress first nak smalli size below.”
“Definitely. Feeling, your birthday is past, Jok.”
“Indeed.”
“Shoot!”
“Wear what, Jok?”
“Winds to kill the rat. You stupid nian. I mean, you're expressing love to him. You love her, right?”
“Temple, Seat. He went to college, I didn't. He must be a rich man's son.”
“Good if he's rich. Fixing descent, Ram. People say that our soul mate is usually similar to us. Well, your face is similar to Masayu, nian.If you have long hair again, or better if you wear a hijab, you will be a beautiful bachelor, Jok.”
“Gilo nian you ni.”
“Foot! Not only dating has been given Lepis pants. Especially going out later. You could have been given a Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle. Engaged, given a car. Marriage, given a home. Aih, fat nian.”
“Already. Can gilo me because of the garbage that came out of your mouth.”
Vio went to the kitchen and picked up some food, then returned to his room. There is rice, two fried tilapia, one bowl of tamarind vegetables, tasi fried sambal, and kemplang crackers. Pas nian, thought Rama, he was hungry because he had not had lunch. They both ate well. And the most eager to eat is Vio. With culinary policies that he has set independently, let alone this is his home so that he has authority, then he has the right to eat at will. Want not to want Rama who is a guest just eat his way.
Rama was aghast when he saw Vio eating ferociously. It was as if his friend had not eaten for two days. And Rama was more and more in disbelief because Vio added another plate of rice, while the rice on Rama's plate was only half gone. Vio went berserk and spilled the sour vegetable sauce onto his plate to the point that the fried tilapia was swimming around in the dish. Vio should have eaten with a bowl, not a plate. Vio greedily dipped the fried rice sauce and threw it on the plate.
So like there is a mountain of rice that is erupting, removing volcanic material in the form of fried rice terasi, and spitting cold lava in the form of sour vegetable sauce. The clamp cracker kept logged in into his mouth that had been gaping. Spoon, useless to Vio, because his right hand is no longer able to be controlled. To the point that he was sweating. He gulped down white water in awe because his mouth was pungent. The two of them simultaneously stopped eating, but Vio had finished two rice dishes, one and a half tails of fried indigo, three-four bowls of sour vegetables, three spoons of fried rice sauce, fried rice, and five clang crackers that are crispy-crenyes.
“So early in the morning you had breakfast?” Rama scratched the jidat.
“Breakfast. Mi two packs of eggs two.”
“Gilo!”
“It's new snacking. Breakfast was ten this morning. Rice padang.”
“Nian?”
“Body can be skinny, but must be a hobby of eating. I have a lot of pets in my stomach. Just fed the dinosaurs. There continue to be animal farms that are other eating hobbies.”
“You want to die of satiety, huh?!”
“I want bae eat satisfied until stupid.” Vio licked his fingers from thumb to pinky. “Soaring. I'm gonna clean up first. After that I'm going to take a nap.”
“Big! You were bbb... bar..”.
“What?”
“You just woke up, Idiot. Want to be a koala again?”
After leaving the kitchen, Vio jumped on the bed.
***
Until we reached the yard. “Love on First Look” or “Heart Piercing Eyes” or “Rain nan Mesra” or “First Call” or “Di Kala Rindu”. And there are many more poems.
I feel comfortable with his presence
When I felt he was there, I was happy
When he was far away, irresistible temptation was longed
Just the two of you, me and him, love each other
Loving each other, on a chair of love
His mind immediately floated and trembled about everything. So Rama opened the poem sheet by sheet. There's poetry again.
I love dead
I love dead
I love dead
Same to him
Until whenever and whatever happens
I'm still dead love
Same to him
***
“How much, Gus?” ask Sofyan.
“Full!”
“What's gasoline, Jok?!”
Kiagus recorded his HP number.
“Ten only, Yan. Do not do much, later the operator profits a lot as well. Sometimes strange yeh, the pulse we use continues to run out, it's lost to where, Yan? Just like gasoline, used, exhausted, filled, used, exhausted, lost somewhere. You know what, dak?”
“Ask the same Rama, Gus. Haha.”
Walk on the Stairs of the Buntung. This village is also located right near the Musi River. It is located west of Sekanak. He arrived at his stage house. Houses whose walls and floors are of wooden planks, large and long. The content in it is quite a lot. One of them there is a typical carved cupboard Palembang bright yellow gold. There was the sound of TV shuffling in the middle room. His father watched a political news show on one of the private TV channels. The sound was gone when Kiagus entered his room. He took HP out of his pants pocket. His HP screen then displays exiting calls. There's Devrieya's name there.
“Halo, Dev?”
“Ya, hello. Where was it, Gus?”
“Mancing.”
“Oh yes. You, keep Rama and Vio, hobby fishing yeh? Where to go fishing?”
“Near my house. Sometimes around Sekanak, near Rama's house. Never also fishing on the outskirts of BKB.”
“What's fishing habits?”
“Fish, sometimes also shrimp.”
“If mermaids?”
“It's been a lot if it was. Also never lured antu banyu!”
Antu banyu is another term of water ghost, a ghostly figure of small stature and long hair, likes to suck the contents of the human brain. Antu banyu became popular in the city area because of the frequent occurrence of the discovery of dead humans in the Musi River and visible traces of tear in the head. People will certainly judge that the person was killed by the ghost who was good at swimming.
“Wong Palembang nian you, Gus. Tomorrow to the market again?”
“Iya, sell as usual.”
“By the way, now what again?’
“Again sleep.”
“Where?”
“Away.”
“Normally in the middle of the river his sleeps, Gus. How now idak?”
“Bosen on the river. Try on the highway, once in a while.”
“There-there's just you.”
