Malay Romance Zaman Now
25. Watching cinema
"Don't be afraid, Dit.”
They sat in rows of seats number 11 to 16. Rama-masayu-Devrieya-Kiagus-Vio-Dita Station.
“Strong youhold my hand, Vi.”
“Let's relax, I'm here. Don't be afraid.”
“Iya, Vi, yes.”
Suddenly a pocong appeared whose face was shattered. Reverse the entire cinema. Shindy.
“Aaaaaaaa!!!”
Vio was getting stronger holding Dita's hand. His chest rose and his breath was like a railroad chimney. He closed his eyes because he could not watch the horror movie. The cinema is turning haunted! It's hideous!
“Any nian,” protest Dita, “you tell me not to be afraid, but you yourself are afraid.”
Vio stroked the chest after the screen was safe. “Casual, Dit, relaxing.”
The atmosphere that was once gripping now turned tense. This is the reality of Indonesian cinema. It's a horror movie, but the sex is more than a horror movie. Come on, dad, butt. The scenes of 18 plus that are indecent and highly criticized MUI has made lustful of perverted furry boys so stick out uncontrollably and those whose hearts are not strong resist evil temptations become limp and limp. So glad the boys are here. Rama, Vio, and Kiagus.
“Huuu... huuu.
Masayu smirked in annoyance. The hand of Rama. The boys are more fun when there is a friendly kissing scene. Then the excitement exploded in this room.
“Waaahhh!!” exclaimed Vio, his hand no longer held Dita's hand.
Rama's mind drifted, well, the cinema was much more fun and exciting than what I imagined, apparently.
***
Suddenly Masayu's smartphone shook. Call from his papa! Masayu moved away from Rama and the others. He's approaching the shoe store.
“Halo, Son? Where are you again, Masayu? It's seven o'clock. It's night. Go home!”
“Pa, Ayu again the same way friends. Love Ayu time well. Please, Pa.”
“No, Son. You're a girl. If there's anything with you, how? Anyway Papa wait, or Papa pick me up? Where are you now? THE IP? A PIM? PS?”
“PS, BPA. Pa, please, Ayu rarely gather together friends continue to walk like now.”
“What time do you want to go home so?” His tone was threatening.
“Not sure, Pa. Maybe I'll stay at my friend's place. Anyway tomorrow off, Pa.”
“Papa don't want to know. Anyway nine o'clock you should be home already!”
“Paa..”.
TUUUT…..
How's the turn of the year tonight? Should he cancel the planned plans? Is it possible that he broke another promise? He walked up to the others. Vio was upset because he could not wait to eat at the restaurant.
They eat at D’Cost. Orange shades enveloped around. His maid outfit was also orange.
Rama's mind flew, as if he was not in a restaurant, aih, apparently the restaurant was cooler and nicer than what I used to imagine. Not play.
“There is pempek dak yeh here?” chirps Vio.
“Any nian you nih. Aih, there is no one, Idiot,” Rama. “I order model.”
“I chimpanzee.” Kiagus started to follow.
“Nasi fried seafood only,” cetus Dita.
“Sama,” reply Vio accompanying speech Dita. “Nasi fried snail.”
“Ram, we order white rice only yeh. Lauknya fried calamari flour and vegetable kale garlic. Okay?” Rama agrees with Masayu's invitation.
“We, order what, Gus?”
“As far as you go, Dev.”
“You only choose menu.”
“Aih, anyway I'm happy what you like. Nianlah.”
“You're a boy, Gus. Must have dong initiation. Cook with girls?!”
Kiagus. Shame, but he tried to toughen up. “Where is the servant?”
“Let's grab a small piece of paper there. There is what we ordered. Continue to give to his servant,” explained Masayu.
“Oh,” says Kiagus. “Nasi white, keep the side dish... shrimp.... What shrimp is fat, Dev?”.
“As of you, Gus.”
“Not have initiation, but fear later you don't like what I love.”
“Sweet acid boiler only. Same vegetable, garlic kale.”
“Pay direct?” ask Vio.
“Later after meal,” Reply Dita.
Masayu and Dita went to the place to order. “Drink sweet iced tea only yeh. Same,” said Masayu. Soon, the two of them sat back in their seats.
“So papa I called. Emm... sorry yeh, it looks like I can not come with you all celebrate the New Year event,” he said sadly.
Sontak Rama was disappointed. He saw Masayu's face that looked lethargic and lackluster.
“This event is once a year, Yu.”
“But how else? Papa I don't ngijini.”
The six of them are silent. The voices of the people around them filled their silence. Rama hoped for intuition, or an idea that came acutely, or an inspiration that shot into his mind, so that he could speak something to Masayu. But his brain is dead-end. Unable to think clearly.
Masayu must exist!
“Yu, later if papa you call again, I'll talk to papa you keep asking permission so you can just stay at Dita's room tonight.”
“You're crazy, Ram. You don't know, papa I'm the firm guy. Especially if there is a guy who wants to talk to him. About problems like this anyway.”
“Be assured, everything will be fine, Yu. Be sure of me.”
“Ram, I rarely go out at night. Even if I go home now, papa I'll be angry. Moreover, I'm not coming home nian.”
Rama remained silent. But the crazy idea got wet. So since it's wet, it's better to be smashed in all of you!
“I'm in charge.”
Their orders arrived. The waiter put the plates on the table. Vio watched his fried rice and scavenged it. She's confused. “Dang... squid... emm... Dit, where are the snails? Yes already. Nutrition repair again.”
Despite looking cheerful, they, especially Masayu, eat in a worried mood.Masayu stood up and walked to the cashier. Seeing that, Rama invites Vio to pay immediately. Rama and Vio walk speeding after Masayu until they manage to cut off Masayu's path. Masayu.
“What table?”
“Yang there it.” Vio's ears slammed towards the table where they had eaten. Two o'clock from the cashier. Some time the girl with her hair in pigtails was fiddling with the computer in front of her. The cashier said their meal costs.
“Oh, let me, Ram.” Vio gave three hundred thousand dollars. Then he received the change.
***
“Emergence!”
“Old dad?” ask Dita. He ruffled his waist while throwing his gaze around the road. While Rama and Masayu still live on Jupiter MX, on the sidewalk of Road A. Rivers.
Vio's busy fiddling with the Carbon. “Many gasoline. Aih, what are the obstacles? The wreckage! Always spark plug.”
“Papa...,” said Masayu after feeling the vibration of his smartphone in his pants pocket. Then he reached out to her and... “Ya, Pa, Hello?”
“Go home!”
“Sini,” said Rama as he extended his hand. His head turned to the side. Masayu distanced his smartphone. “Do not, Ram. You'll be angry with my papa.”
“Be sure of me.”
Masayu gave her smartphone. For a moment, Rama caught his breath and thought for a moment.
“Halo, Om?”
Silence briefly.
“Who is this?” he was surprised to hear a man's voice from his phone.
“This is Masayu's friend, Om.”
“Why are you talking now?”
“Om, look, now I'm the same Masayu, just came home. Now on the road. I mean to ask permission.”
“Suspend nian you. What's your name?”
“I.. Raden Rama, Om.”
Silence gripping.
Masayu pushed Rama. “What did papa say to me?”
Rama keeps the smartphone away. “Papa nanya, I'm your girlfriend is not.”
With reckless reply Rama, “Ya, Om, his girlfriend Masayu.”
“Jaga Masayu is fine. Later tell him to stay in his friend's room in the syllaberti, Raden. Don't fuck around.”
“Eee...,” Rama. “Ya, Om, yes.”
“Morning tomorrow you send Masayu home, Raden.”
So astonished Rama. His father Masayu spoke slowly now, angry.
“Ya. Oom would like to speak with Masayu.”
Rama gave the smartphone to Masayu.
“You be careful, son. Tell Papa that your girlfriend is all kinds.”
CLICK IT!
Rama snorted, letting out a heavy breath. He has to accept the big consequences tomorrow. Scolded? Or even more than that? He must take responsibility for his talk and also dare to risk anything tomorrow even if it is bitter though. Is not living the reality though bitter is better than enjoying the world of ideas in the form of images and illusions washed away even though it is comfortable not playing?
Fifteen minutes passed, the Carbon healed.
“Next! EIGHT SIX!”
***
“Ram, we park the motor at your home only.” Vio's loud voice was swallowed by the roar of the vehicle and the horn.
“Silly idea! Could die I diocehi Father later.”
“There is no other solution.”
Masayu brought his head closer to Rama's.
“Later I asked the same permission Mr.”
Rama was unable to say anything more because all he saw was vehicles and people crowded, frenzied. On Jalan Merdeka, it was heavily jammed. The city's central road is covered by hundreds of vehicles. Pedestrians also block the road. Polantas and officers from the Transportation Department set the flow of the road so as not to get stuck. Some of the roads were diverted by officers.
With great difficulty they broke through the crowd of vehicles. Before being in front of the mayor's office, turn to the right and enter Sekanak. And they arrived in the yard of Rama's house. Masayu was amazed to see the Limas House occupied by Rama and his family. He was amazed at the things that made his heart tremble. Rama entered his house and saw his father reading the book.
“Pak, outside there are friends Rama, nitip motor briefly.”
“You want to see an event on BKB?” He still wears a koko shirt and sarong. His wife and daughter are asleep. He saw the wall clock and it was ten at night.
“Iya, Sir.”
“No need, Ram. There will be nothing there. Father scared. So no need.”
“Please, Sir. Delicious same friends.”
“Ada Pack and Kiagus? Get your friends in first. You should've told me from this afternoon, son.”
Raden Muhammad was shocked to see the girls entering. Nights like this? They said hello and greeted him. Raden Muhammad was even more flabbergasted when he noticed their clothes. He looked at Rama very closely. As if there was a threat.
Vio sat. “Mang Cik, we want to see fireworks.”
“Masha Allah.” He watched the girls sitting in the front room. “Where is your home?”
“My name is Dita and this is Devrieya. We're gnawing, Sir.”
“From hamlet?”
“Iya, Sir. The Muara Enim.”
“One more?”
Masayu, who had been fumbling around watching the entire house and was amazed when he entered this historic traditional house, so shocked. Suddenly he was embarrassed to be watched by his father Rama.
“I... my name.. Masayu Selly.”.
“People Palembang means. You were all invited by Rama and these two bachelors?”
Vio Assault, “Iya, Mang Cik. We brought them. Put the bike here. Continue walking to BKB. He-he-he.”
“Young people today.” He shook. After the kitchen Rama walked to the front room with a kettle filled with water and six plastic cups, then put it on the table.
“Turn this you, son. Take girls night-night like this. What do people say later? Like I'm not teaching you, son.”
The six of them flinch. Masayu broke the silence. “Pak, we can not go home because the Ampera Bridge is closed. Please ijini us.”
Walk Rama, Masayu, Vio, Dita, Kiagus, and Devrieya from Sekanak to the plaza of Kuto Besak Fort. Because that's where the fireworks will be held. Many residents of Wong Kito, ranging from small children, teenagers, adults, to parents go to BKB. The time is 23:00. Vio chatted, “Gus, try if you sleep from now on. Keep waking up at one o'clock. So it's the same you slept for a year!!”
Thousands of people poured out on Jalan Merdeka, Jalan Sudirman, around the Grand Mosque Roundabout, around Monpera, around Pasar 16 Ilir, even in Seberang Ulu, namely in Kampung Cina and Kampung Arab. The Ampera Bridge was powerfully holding the weight of the people above it. Around the Museum Sultan Mahmud Badaruddin II crowded by hundreds of children Adam. And thousands of people crammed into the courtyard of BKB.Masayu a bit away because he was reading the chat that came from Dodi. At BBM, she read what her boyfriend said. Dodi said, he again met with his friends at his friend's boarding school in Bukit Besar. If you gather with his friends again, you must forget about me. He turned off his smartphone in annoyance.
Exactly at 00:00!
Uiayg!!! Catar!!! Catar!!! Catar!!!
