Malay Romance Zaman Now
7. Take part in the contest
Her parents were a little bit luckier than Rama and Vio's parents. It can be seen that now he is capitalized by his fathers to open a business. His parents had a typical Palembang carving business located not far from the Great Mosque, but the business was not worth the needs of the family, especially to finance his two brothers Kiagus who were studying in Java there.
This small business is expected to be able to make Kiagus live independently. Actually he was told by his parents to trade since the end of Junior High. But he did not want to and wanted to continue his schooling. He probably only has an Junior High. Now after graduating from High School he began to do what his parents entrusted.
The two of them nimbly greeted his athletic-looking friend. They sat for a while near the pile of sacks. Walk them right in front of a bike shop. And in front of the store there was another fruit seller hitchhiking there. Therefore, the road in front of the store becomes more narrow. While the Kiagus sales pitch went down to the road to pass by. Soon the sun will be overhead. They spread a blue tarp over the stall to make the atmosphere a little more shady. Rama and Vio begin to help Kiagus prepare his wares. Shoes and sandals are neatly arranged on the table. There is also a shoe box on display.
Scorching to lurk, visitors are crowded.
If the buyer is a beautiful young girl, Vio is the most eager and bitter to serve, but if the buyer is a man, it feels lazy. They were shouting to get market visitors to get closer to their point of sale. Just to the right of their stall are the sellers of clothes and pants. The man who has a grin Palembang nian it looks fierce not playing.
“Limo poloh! Limo powder!” he used TOA.
His shrill voice stifled the contents of the market.
“Obral! The neutral! Poly limo! Limo powder!”
There were mothers with two of his bachelor children approaching the Kiagus field. Vio very excitedly welcomed the first buyer.
“What, Mom, shoes? The sandals? For his son?”
“Iya well, want to find shoes for school children Mother,” reply women who wear the red hijab while choosing good shoes and fitting for her children.
“Because of the handsome, the child is fit if this makai, Mom. Guaranteed.”
“Can nian seduce.”
Vio gives black shoes size 35. “Try first. If you use this one,” said Vio with a serious but funny face, “adik will be handsome like that brother. Try.” Vio's index finger slammed right towards Rama who again looked up.
“Wong Palembang nian ni you, Dik. Smart joking.”
The woman tried the shoes that had been given by Vio to her son who had just entered Junior High. Some time the little boy had a bit of trouble installing it, but Vio gently helped him.
“So similar Vino Bastian well.”
The teenager was smilingly praised like a famous actor. He had only heard that name for the first time.
“How much, Dik?”
Vio looked back and looked at Kiagus. Then raise his head quickly, as if to talk “How much?”
Kiagus stand, “If that one, six five, Bu.”
“Less, yes?”
“Fifty.”
“How so Mom wants to? You are lucky bit.”
“Fatty.”
Kiagus was silent for a moment. Vio did not say much more if it was a matter of bargaining. He actually understood the problems in the world of commerce. But now he does not have the slightest authority to determine the price because this is a business owned by his friend.
“Four five.” Tukas Kiagus's.
And the money of ninety thousand was poured out by Ciagus into his goods of sale.
“Sweet line. Best-selling sweet.”
Often Kiagus bought his two friends to eat and drink while in the market. Repeatedly Vio and Kiagus served a number of buyers. Sometimes their trades sell, sometimes people just ask and bargain, then go from there. They must also be patient to serve every buyer.Rama is sitting leaned. Eyes empty. Not as usual. This time he did not want to serve the buyer. Vio watched Rama with a strange look.
“It looks like you're possessed by a Silent Jin right now, Jok?” shouts splashy.
Rama shook his head, just smiling.
“It looks like packaged rice and iced red beans are very necessary right now to invade your hungry hull, Ram.”
Rama was silent.
“You'd better be possessed, Jok, to ngusir Jin Silent it.”
Rama started to smile.
“Dak well daydream in the market. If you want to find a girl, later, just relax, someone who is experienced in romance affairs, I, will help you, Jok. Just relax you.”
“If the girl problem, it is small,” said Rama showed the fingernail tip of her pinky taped to her thumb. “Look, handsome who tried?!”
Vio looked down lazily. “Yes, yes, blind grandmothers just know that you're handsome, Ram.From now on you were daydreaming. What do you do, man?”
Rama looked at Vio and Kiagus alternately. “I want us to band again.”
Vio breathed a curious breath because he had been held back to wait for Rama to speak up. Hearing that, of course Kiagus was happy not to play. He hasn't played drums in a long time. Vio holds the bass, while Rama is in addition to being the guitarist, also as a vocal filler.Waktu SMP their band was the most top and famous band because they were able to make all the audience amazed through the punk song they performed on stage. The SMP period used to be their golden age. But their band had to disband because Kiagus entered a different High School from Rama and Vio. When Rama and Vio High School have rarely met with Kiagus.
Three years more felt a long time so now they feel they must repeat from zero again their journey to build a band. Never thought that there are those who like to play guitar and sing, but are unable to play bass. The bassist was very false and never touched the drumsticks. The drummer could not sing and play bass. Their unexpected encounter while still in a white-and-blue uniform was early evidence that now was the way for them to pursue their long-delayed dreams.
Many people in this world have different pleasures, so sometimes it causes a little trouble. For example, the whiny pop music hobbyist will mock the loud punk music hobbyist. “This song of yours is hard to hear all!” or “Sok kebaratan anyway!” or also “Dizziness my head hear these songs of yours!”Undoubtedly, from the band together when Junior High had made them strung in the rope of friendship that is tightly bound so that they understand in establishing a friendship.They are three like flying pigeons, but they can't fly much higher, because they can't afford it.
Like a camel in a vast expanse of desert that seemed to be without edges the three of them, feeling bad in the midst of a scorching rumble with a tyranny of nestapa, trying to straddle the captivity of the storm, to find the limits of life, to find the limits of life, to feel the beautiful oasis. The three of them were like a group of rats that gnawed at the woodwork in the stilt house, making small cracks of life so that they kept moving and rushing, constantly looking for small streets that were difficult for most people to know, then again gnawing wood, stone, and anything that will block their footsteps in navigating the uncertain path of life.
“We have to join the contest!” cheer Rama.
