Malay Romance Zaman Now
26. Bujang Palembang
Masayu looked at his watch. Eight o'clock is past. He sunk himself this morning on the boarding terrace. The two girls inside continued their lazing work and were willing not to eat breakfast because they could no longer bear the weight of their eyes. They party until morning. Four o'clock in the morning just arrived at the boarding. Masayu was actually very sleepy. His eyes were red and his body was still lethargic.
***
Kiagus' large and stocky body was considered a mattress by Vio. And Kiagus, who had been unable to look up at the sky, was now lying on his stomach. Her dreams made her forget the world. Rama slept near them. Molek had just passed by in the front room and watched three bachelors limp like victims of the tsunami disaster. Linear series series.
“Krrroookkk.
The snoring of Vio the umpteenth time made Rama wake up. At first glance he raised his hand towards her and was lucky for her because it landed right on her left cheek. Not conscious and angry because of being stabbed, Vio even more fun to snore. Then Rama woke up and wanted to slap him again, but a scream perched in his mind.
“Gosh!”
Rama rubbed his eyes and tried to collect his life. Once his mind was fresh enough, then he really realized, that now it must be to the Syllaberti. Staggering and presumably staggering like a drunk he walked towards the bathroom. The wall clock in the middle room, nine o'clock! He opened the door and immediately jumped without caring about the steps. Both of his legs were stuck on the ground, then galloped toward his motorcycle. He's streaking….
Rama feels safe and avoids traffic because the road is quiet. Not yet the motorcycle stopped, he saw Masayu was sitting sweet with a bitter face.
“Sorry, Yu, I was bad luck.”
At OPI, Masayu gives instructions. He said his house was on Jalan Kutilang. Right in front of the two-story mansion. “Just enter the motor,” Masayu said after getting off the motor. He opened the fence of his house. At a glance Rama noticed around, the trees and grass looked shady, cool. But the contents of his head were not as cool as the scenery he saw now. How will he tell his father Masayu about him being Masayu's girlfriend? Stare at his head.
Masayu rang the bell. Rama approached him. Door opens. A well-built man and his face somewhat similar to Masayu appeared from behind the door. Masayu said hello to his father. He came in and took a shower. While Rama was still standing nailing on the porch of the house. Masagus Setiabudi answered his greetings and sent Ramassoon in. Rama. There are river paintings. There is a picture of a little girl dressed as a policeman. Masayu time is still kind of cute and adorable.
“Raden, right? Sitting.”
Rama is comfortable sitting on the sofa. But repeatedly he arranged his sitting because this soft sofa sank too deep. Perhaps he used to sit on a wooden or plastic chair so he felt a bit strange now. The AC above his head made him a little cold.
“Where to go, Raden?” Masagus Setiabudi's face looks cold and the smile on his lips makes Rama's mood so warm.
“At Shane, Om.”
“There Palembang village. Many of the original Palembang people live there. Oh yea. What do you want to drink?”
“Not bother, Om.”
“Don't hesitate to play at Masayu's house. Coffee?”
A coffee? Who wouldn't want to?
“White water only, Om.” Both her legs are getting closer.
“Wait a minute.” Masagus Setiabudi left the living room and approached his wife in the kitchen.
“Hah? How come Masayu doesn't talk about having a Palembang girlfriend, Pa?”
“That's. If Mama wants to see him. handsome, Ma. Tall, white, and looks like a good boy.” Masagus Setiabudi considered it because Rama's clothes are now exactly like those of the office.
Rama cant stand to borrow his father's black basic pants and batik clothes so that he is well judged by the Masayu family. Really, it was fitting still at home and before leaving, Rama was ashamed to see himself. So far Rama feels the situation and conditions are safely under control although the core talks have yet to begin. Siti put a tray on which there were two glasses of water on the table. Rama immediately greeted the hooded woman. His face was also somewhat similar to Masayu's. Apparently Masayu's face is a collaboration of the faces of his parents.
“The boyfriend of Masayu looks like Junot. He-he-he.”
“Tante ni can nian.”
“Do not call Aunt. Call the Siti Cheque. Let's get to Palembangnya.” Siti over presses says “Palembang”. Siti sat next to her husband. “How long has it been dating?”
Rather than lying though sweet, it is better to be honest though bitter. If it's honest that it's not Masayu's girlfriend, it means he's lying, because last night told him he was Masayu's girlfriend. The more complicated, the more cluttered his head.
“From SMA?”
Time felt longer and space narrowed. He was in the most difficult situation of his life. It's more of a dilemma, more of a fruit meal. He had to get out of this risky situation. Anything will be accepted.
“Actually... i.. not his girlfriend Masayu.”.
Masagus Setiabudi was surprised. “Aih, why be shy, Raden?”
“I'm just Masayu's friend, Om. Nianlah.”
“Why talk like that, Raden?” ask Siti.
“Not yet?”
It's true, it hasn't been.
“Yes already, you two know each other first anyway.”
Masagus Setiabudi looked straight at Rama. And Rama saw a serious look from him.
“By the way, Raden lectures where?”
Oh, why is he about that?
“Ss... I did not lecture, Om.”
From there, the Masayu family began to doubt.
***
Around the yard of his house Rama was cleaning traces of corn and skewers. They burned last night. The sack containing the garbage was put in a garbage box on the side of the road. He went inside his house and saw Vio and Kiagus still snoring. Now the position of the two of them is no longer overlapping, but sideways. Their faces did not meet each other like two husbands who were falling talak. Rama realized that now he had to change his costume now, because if not, of course Vio and Kiagus would laugh at him. Get him in his room.
While taking off his clothes, it flashed in his mind the speech of his father Masayu earlier:
I used to be just like you, Raden. Life difficult. Not college. Just trading in the market. My parents, this Oom, are also hard, unable to provide tuition for me. A year later, in the following year I started college at my own expense to prove to the parents of my future wife that I could, that I could. Honestly, were it not for the encouragement and prayers of the wife, Oom could not have been as he is today. Rich wife, not me, Raden. Now, the important thing is to be honest. If you're serious about Masayu, don't be shy about it. We got confused. And Cek Siti agrees with you. Nianlah. He craved Masayu to be a match with the Palembang people.
***
“So Raden Rama is not your girlfriend, son?”
“Fun friends, Pa. Sorry for lying.”
Cek Siti said, “Ayu is the only successor in this family. So don't be disappointed Papa and Mama well, son. Mama hope you match with Palembang people. Like Raden Rama. And Mama's sure she's a good person. Change it, discuss it further, now you focus on college first, son.”
“Pa, Ma, tonight Ayu ask permission, want to go with Rama. Continue to stay at Dita and Devrie.”
Not a few of his parents refused.
***
Rama glanced at the hand that had been wrapped around his body. Although on the road today it is very cold, it feels very warm embrace from Masayu.“Have you been to Center Stage?” rama asked, looking slightly to the left. His head was getting closer to the head of Masayu who was leaning on his shoulder.
“Not yet. Just know from friends. Continue searching on the internet.”
After passing the Palembang Trade Center, the black MX Jupiters went to Novotel. The exterior of this luxury hotel is like a fortress of the royal period. Looks sturdy and not much looks any kind of motif. There Rama just looked up because he did not understand such a place. It is clear that Masayu booked the ticket and paid for it as well. After that Masayu quickly withdrew Rama's hand. Girls who dress in pink and bujang style dressed in punk style now enjoy the night accompanied by the bang of music in a sparkling entertainment place for young ladies.
Rama was stunned to see people dancing and dancing. The body movements of both men and women here are in harmony with the music tuned and played by DJs. No one is sad here. Everybody happy. The radiance of the light rays in the middle of the dimness of space makes the eyes so glare. Flickering lights are colorful.The sound of disco music makes clubbing parties more lively. Masayu sat right next to Rama. Rama accidentally holds Masayu's body. Feels by Rama Masayu bracelet. For a moment Rama kissed Masayu's hair.
“We have fun tonight, Ram.”
“Happy-happy.”
Rama drank a glass of wine. Continue, until the head of the bachelor is getting heavier. “Khhh.. you.. don't drink, Yu.”.
Rama puffed out his cigarette smoke. Masayu looked at his watch. It's one in the morning. Unfeelably. At this time Rama who began to lean on Masayu's shoulders because his body began to shudder. Masayu invited him to join the people who were swaying.
Rama looked at Masayu's face straight. Either because of the influence of alcohol, or the feeling from his heart, he whispered to Masayu's ear, “I love you My Special One. I love you, Philo.”
Pas escorted Masayu to the boarding of Dita and Devrieya, at exactly three in the morning, Rama sat lying on a chair on the porch of the cost. There was no one around. There was a crickets sound that broke the silence. And *******breaths of those who start clashing.
“You were happy last night, Yu?”
Suddenly Rama held onto Masayu's neck and slowly brought his lips closer to Masayu's. But Masayu dodged.
“You had a drink, Ram. Keep going when you smoke.”
