Malay Romance Zaman Now
9. It's hard to understand
A person cannot just be a person who is realistic, accepts everything, does not want to try, and seems to have no dreams in living life. Not likely. And for a true dreamer, it does not mean that he cannot accept what is from him now and cannot accept reality. The placement on both sides must be precise and wise so that what is sometimes an obstacle in life can be overcome.
Sometimes it's hard to understand.
That is the head of Rama.
For example, he had fantasized about having a band, and his imaginary band was able to rival Superman Is Dead who had Go International! He broke into his delusion, “Band we concert in Los Angeles, Turin, Wembley Stadium, continue in Tokyo, and various other big cities that are world famous. Our first album sold a million copies in its first year. Our band name is a trending topic on any social media.”Not until there, Rama fantasizes his name is on Google and often di-search people, his life history entered Wikipedia and read by thousands of loyal fans. In that case, Rama had thought that in his old age there would be people who made a special biography book about all the trips of his life. Including when he became Wawi, to success in the world music industry.
Furthermore, in his imagination, the waist circumference for the size of Vio's pants is no longer 27, but it has been 30 because he was embarrassed that his band members were malnourished. All performances from the three members were themed Emo Punk. That is, Emo-haired and dressed like a punk child. Because of his high level of delusion, he felt almost crazy. And the crazy is worse than Vio.
***
Rama saw his face in the rearview mirror. She pulled her hair back. Peci is installed rather difficult to stick to the head because the hair is getting thicker.
“No need to be handsome. Inside there is no girl,” chirped Vio.
Azan Friday reverberate. The three of them took ablution and entered the mosque. After the prayer, they went around the courtyard of the Great Mosque.
The sound of sugar cane mill machines clashing with each other with the sound of the original dawet ice seller Banjar. Pempek seller howls clashed with the buyer sate's call. Advanced tool traders mounted on antennas to repel television ants quarrel with ring-stone targetters who are bidding prices. The strains of shalawat tuned by Islamic CD sellers were swallowed by the noise of clothing sellers who were trading.
“The crowd at the Sixteen Market now may be a bit slack off. But look at the Great Mosque,” said Rama.
“This mosque what market?” ask Vio.
“If selling outside the mosque yes dak nothing. Nobody is forbidden. Was not our Prophet and some of his companions trading?”
They approached the shoe-seller.
“This one is how much is it, Brother?” Vio take Converse “jiplakan” in black.
“One hundred fifty. Bidable,” reply the seller.
“Gus?” hiss Rama.
“Seventy can, Brother?” bargain Kiagus.
“The capital is sixty, Dik. Eighty if you want.”
The three of them discussed.
“Bigger buy in which agent sixty capital?” kiagus asked.
“Kak,” said Rama, “my friend also sells shoes, so know.”
The merchant was angry. “There if you don't want to buy.”
“Traders who are always honest again trust will be with the prophets, the people who are always honest and the people who died martyr. That is what the Prophet said. Sorry, sak, not sok ngajari. Our grandparents were traders too. We've been taught since childhood.”
***
Masayu did not need much time to adjust to the campus environment and especially to find close friends. Two weeks is enough for him to determine who will be his best friend during college. The two friends are Dita and Devrieya.
“Let's friend me to the Sixteen Market yeh?” masayu.
“OK. Want to buy what?” ask Dita.
“Not buy anything anyway, but there needs to be another.Later me jelasi.”
“When plan to go to Market, Yu?”
“Next week possible. I'll let you know later if it's.” Masayu Temple is no longer visible because it is covered with hair. And her hair was thick and shiny. At first glance Masayu is suitable to be a model of shampoo advertising. While Dita and Devrieya, don't ask! As if they are very familiar with Western and Hollywood artists, such as Emma Watson, Miranda Kerr, Julia Roberts, Christina Aguilera, Angelina Jolie, and many more. So their typical Nusantara personality transformed into a liberal Western personality. Not play. They are celebrity personalities. Not play. Their faces are tempting. Not play. They have blushing red lips. Not play. Dita and Devrieya have a shahdu voice that seems to resemble a female voice at the airport telling about the departure of the plane. Not play. Students who are willing to squat and their GPA is far less than three and do not even touch the number two will certainly fall languid when they see their beauty. Not play. The basket-eyed and striped-nosed guy is no longer able to hold back. Really not playing.
Two weeks of college. To the three of them, many were already female enthusiast students who submitted love proposals to follow the selection. But the three of them greatly puffed out their chests and melengos rejected all the incoming proposals. As for Masayu, I know. Because there's Dodi. Where might be cheating. To Dita and Devrie? What about the two of them? Don't you want a girlfriend on campus? Far away from the hamlet there, changing all kinds of life patterns and appearance, stylish, so urban, do not want to have a girlfriend and live fun in the city?
Masayu was sitting on the bench in front of his class. No more courses.
“Well it was him,” said Masayu.
“Come, Honey, I'll take you,” take Dodi. Both hands went into his pants pocket.
“I want to meet today with my friend. You go home first, Dod.”
The campus buildings are walled with white ceramics so it looks shiny because it was hit by the scorching sunlight. Rows of vehicles fill the road around the campus which is starting to be crowded because many students who walk want to go home.
Kos Dita and Devrie are not far from campus. There are a lot of costs there. The densely populated house is neatly arranged there.
The boarding door opened and the three girls entered.
“Lemak, dak, if ngekos?”
“Kan hasn't been a month, Yu, so it hasn't been felt yet. Change if it has been a long time ago can be felt fat or not. But, if for now, yes comfortable.”
They talked about college this morning. Then the discussion moved on to something else.
“So you're Wong Palembang nian, Yu. Fatty yeh lives in town?”
“Emmm. I never lived outside Palembang. Go to hamlet. Or out of town. So I don't know very well, Dit.”
“Oh. Later take us for a walk around Palembang yeh? He-he-he. Mau hunting's. Hang out. Hanging.”
Masayu smiled. “Siplah.”
It is fitting that the two girls did not dare to respond to the boys in the campus who were bitter to want PDKT. Apparently they are afraid that there is nothing because they do not understand how to live in people's places.
“Oh yes, that was your girlfriend, Yu?”
Masayu mangosteen.
“Wong Palembang?”
“Not. The Muara Enim.”
Dita nudges Devrieya's body.
“We are from Muara Enim.”
Then Dita asked everything about Dodi, starting from his home where, the origin of his school, what the characteristics of the people like, until now where the index. Their conversation continued to roll without stopping. A girl's mouth is like that. The onion begs for mercy. Especially if the topic discussed is very relevant to his knowledge. Plus discuss the problem of men. Until one conclusion that Dita and Devrie know little about Dodi despite not knowing closely.
“The father is rich.”
“He said playboy,” timpal Devrieya.
