Malay Romance Zaman Now
31. Billiards
The boarding door opens.
“When to arrive, Dit?” ask Vio.
“Jam eleven ago. You see I left early in the morning nian.”
They sat on the chairs on the porch.
“You'll add white only, Dit.”
“Kan there I'm at home only.”
“What is Palembang hot?”
“Ya, hot nian Palembang. In the hamlet is also hot, but in Palembang it is hot because of the number of vehicles, jammed, kept crowded. Oh, yes, I have a gift by nah.”
Dita offers a bag of duku and rambutan.
“Wah, thanks nian yeh, Dit. Lebaran to the house. He-he.”
“It was from his own garden in the hamlet. Coincidentally it's now the season.”
A man passed the boarding fence.
“Well, this is my sister, her name is Budi.”
Vio shook hands.
The man went inside without much snout.
“Aren't you autistic?”
“Bigger! He is quiet. Dak hobbies mingle.”
“Not yet heard maybe.”
“Mouth you!”
“Sorry. Or maybe a tongue stroke. So it's hard to say.”
“You are, Vi!”
“Oh yes, she is a sister-in-law candidate.”
“So he sent me here. Later in the afternoon he returned again to the hamlet.”
“Fine?”
Dita directed her gaze forward, towards the expensive car that was near the fence. “Let's take a walk! Turn, usually I keep the badass, now replace, you're the same nebeng me.”
Vio gawking. Slowly his spit breezed into the esophagus. “Pake car?”
“Yes. Now it's gone.”
“Si Carbon how?”
“Biari used to be here. Dak may be missing. Who wants to steal it?”
Dita briefly entered the room and asked permission with her brother who was busy listening to music. Get in the car first. Then Vio, his head was shocked because he was less down fit into the car.
“Campaign!”
Vio rubbed his head that was almost broken. “You can drive?”
“Yup!”
The car drove…..
While justifying his ass, because first ride a luxury car, Vio squeaked watching the left-right of the road.
“Devrie hasn't been to Palembang?”
“Still in the hamlet, maybe the day after new to Palembang,” Dita replied while harmonizing the gears, gas, and clutch blindly.
“Don't speed, Dit!”
“Casual. Our lives are three.”
“Yes, only two are in debt.”
“Kan nice to die in the car.”
“Dit... Dit...”.
“Slow. I often worry if you're on a buffet you ride that butute Vespa. Now it's turn!”
Fitting in Jakabaring, straight and quiet track from other riders, Dita increasingly enjoy stepping on gas so Vio cold sweat.
“I want to test your adrenaline. Said he had guts.”
The car travels more than a hundred kilometers per hour…..
Vio. His fingers tightly gripped the seat belt. His eyes widened, but suddenly closed. “Diiiiiiiit!!!” His mouth is wide open.
“Cemen! Punk clothes, but pink heart.”
Vio began to catch his breath again as the car began to slowly drive.
“Maaatiiii.. gilo nian!” vio's comment gasped. He held onto his chest that was up and down. Breathing one-one.
They stopped at the JSC complex. Green atmosphere around. Dita was still smiling looking at the nervous Vio.
“Sorry,” the door.
“Cause, Dit. Now I want to make your promise. Kan, answer now.”
“On that. Right in the hamlet, I thought about it carefully, Vio.” Dita's getting serious. “I know a little about you. I can value you. In any terms.” Dita. “Sorry, Vio.”
“Sorry why?”
“From now on I can't be your friend again.”
“Why talk like that?”
“I... ak.. I can't. I'm not biased.”
“What?” Vio started to panic. His eyes and ears were focused. Just this time Vio was really serious. During these two weeks he waited, as long as he was upset to think about it, to think about whether his love would be accepted. Even if rejected, somehow, maybe his fate will be the same as Rama.
“Dit? Can't get me?”Instantly the bachelor's heart crumbled. “Serious?” I just can't believe it.
“I. And now you're no longer my friend, but.. my girlfriend.” Suddenly Dita immediately pinched Vio's stomach with anxiety.
Vio leaned back again while exhaling a breath that had been restrained.
***
Vio's out of the studio.
“Sign bae.”
“Me and Devrie are out, baby. Hot ears we are with your songs it.”
“Dad, it's good if you're both outside, it's hot like this anyway. Relax, Rama is angry again. Don't be afraid.”
Dita watches over Devrieya. His view marked a call.
“Ya already we are in,” said Devrieya.
Rama brought the mic closer, then triggered a song. “The Song Endank Soekamti, May You be in Hell.”
“Gus?”
“I've learned, Vi.”
Rama opens the intro. Then nimbly he shook the guitar while singing.
“May you... in hell.. with him.”.
Not yet after one full song, suddenly Rama stopped him.
“What, Ram? Why stop?” ask Vio wonder.
“Other songs only! Songs of our creation to be delivered fitting contest later. We haven't fixed nian cihai singing that song.”
Kiagus opened the song with repeated drum beats, then was greeted by a melody played by Rama and bass that was picked up by Vio. One day they will be famous for the song.
***
“Gus, we represent yuk. This midweek training continues,” invite Vio.
“Refreshing where, Jok?”
“Main billiards on PS. All of us digibur Rama.You two come yeh?”
“But not the night nian returned home,” Reply Dita.
“Wokeh!” Vio went back into the studio. “Ram?”
Suddenly Rama wiped his tears.Vio patted Rama's shoulder. “Ram, rest assured we will succeed! Don't be sad, man. I also sometimes like to cry if you think about the future of our band, think of our fate later.”
Rama was not sad because of that, but something else.
Arriving at Palembang Square, the five of them headed for the Billiard Office. The sound of billiard ball bangs filled the perimeter of this disco-filled room. Cigarette smoke billows in the midst of low boisterous preoccupation of people who are poking. Dita and Devrieya sat not far from table five. While chalking his stikik, Vio glanced at Dita's lyrics, hoping for support and praise.
“Dit, I'm a billiard master at Twenty-Six Ilir.”
“Ngorang. Wong Palembang nian you ni.”
“Serious.”
“Seriously nagging it?”
“Nianlah.”
“Who?”
Vio puffed up his chest while issuing a claim, “I!”
“Who is it?”
Kiagus broke fifteen balls because Vio told him to. Then.. tuuummm... taaarrr!!! The whole ball was scattered, scattered, moving in all directions. Now this style of Vio steady is amazing. Plus the boasting is very high, but the skill is far roasted from the fire. I can only poke a white ball, thank God. It rarely enters the ball, but the chatter is mountainous. Vio bowed his body, then poked. Tuuummm, far off.
“Aih, this stick is good.The table is also a bit tilted.”
Dita mocked, “You're not slanted. It's true that you suffer from inflammation of the brain membrane. Loves ngawur.”
Kiagus Turn. He picked a small number ball. With great he was able to throw seven balls in a row and only leave the ball number eight, and it was the last ball. Although he has a landslide, Kiagus does not want to be arrogant. He's mediocre, not a lot of style, not a lot of cincong. He intentionally did not insert the black ball.
“Aih, you've won fate, Gus.”
Vio poked again, and.
“Huuu.. yes.Regular, that's not quite.” He just put one ball in. Seen the ball number four already nangkring on the edge of the left end hole. In a moment, with his incredible arrogance, he pulled out the style, just like Cristiano Ronaldo was tidying his hair. Tuuummm.the white ball darted quickly, but. taaarrr.
“Agggrrrhhh! Agus ngugupi me.”
“I was quiet from earlier, Idiot.”
Kiagus was prepared and did not need to think much, because the last king was not far from the hole. Pluck up! Kiagus managed to overturn Vio.
“Win luck.Ni good, born on a pool table. Just born has been given a toy in the form of sticks and billiard balls.”
Kiagus replied with a smile. “Enemy catech. Cement! Ram, let's play. Lazy playing with people who used to play comberan.”
Rama stood cool while chalking his stikk. Style's relaxed. Like I can't play billiards at all. He invited Kiagus who broke the fruit. The nine ball in. Kiagus big number ball. The fight began fierce because Kiagus managed to clear four balls in a row. Now it's Rama's turn to poke. The white ball is drawn and aligned with the number two ball. Tuuummm. Continue until Rama managed to buy seven balls at once without any obstacles. Fitting to poke the last ball, Vio stood up while chirping, “Maaatiii... gilo nian this one friend! Great nian play! Aih, not this enemy!”
“Be quiet!” sergeant Rama. “You learn? Come home, bring coffee with cigarettes.Losers!”
Vio melengos's. “Not you shrewd because I taught you, Ram. You forgot the time?!”
“So get out there.” With enjoy Rama throw a black ball without any difficulty.
“I also play, Ram.”
“Ah. You've learned a lot, you idiot. Don't play first, you'll be embarrassed.”
The score ended in a draw.
“Wah, gilo nian friends. Not playing, it's hard to beat you, Gus,” said Rama astonished.
“Pengen learn, Ram? Tomorrow at home bring coffee with cigarettes. I'll give you the guidebook too.”
