Manful Guys Overseas

The Neighbor's Girl Next door

In the afternoon I woke up. A golden orange glow gushed in through the room window which was very blinding to the eyes. I then wake up and open the suitcase to look for towels and stamps for bathing supplies. After taking a shower, I went to the dinner table because my stomach was struggling to ask to be refilled, in short, hungry. Maybe it's been about 10 hours since I touched rice last breakfast on the train this morning. Try there's an aunt here, I'll have to eat.

When I was eating while watching a tv show, there was a bell that echoed to the rest of the room. At first I was confused who came this afternoon because I myself just came today. Oho! I just wanted the aunt to come again. I left the food on the table and opened the gate.

Aunt: Assalamualaikum cep.

I: Waalaikum salam bi. Come in bi.

Aunt: Yes cep.

After my aunt and I went in, I went back to eating.

Aunt: Uh punten cep aunty ga tau acep again eat, so bother eating.

I: Gapapa kok bi...

Aunty: Aunt nyapu front page first yes cep.

I: Yeah...

I started to sprain a bit here, again cool eating but I kept talking and luckily the aunt came out. If I still talk again, maybe I'm angry.

I: Bi, I went out for a while and wanted to go around first.

The aunt who was sweeping the courtyard immediately kept her broom and rushed over to me.

Aunt: Want to be cep-menin? All aunts know the people here.

I: Ah don't need bi, aunty is here. Nitip bentar house yes.

Aunt: Careful cep...

Actually, I have no purpose to go to. But because I was bored and there was no entertainment at home, I finally decided to walk outside while making a map of the complex house in the brain. I walked down the compound, buter there muter here until I was reprimanded by one of the fathers who was sitting on the porch of his house.

Father: Nembe lives in his didieu jang?

I'm confused, I don't know Sundanese. Boro-boro Sundanese, at home I often use Indonesian. I rarely speak Javanese, and I don't understand Javanese either.

I: Sorry sir?

Father: Adek just stayed here huh? I have never stretched my face here.

I: Oh yes sir, sorry I don't know Sundanese. Not the people here.

I: East java sir...

Father: Oooh javanese yes, but kok ga medok anyway hahaha...

Did the father laugh? Strange, what's so funny?

To respond, I just smiled a little.

Father: What class are you in now?

I: I just graduated Junior High sir.

Father: Oh, now want to go to SMA or SMK? If you want to enter SMA, go to XX High School just so that my child is together. Yes, even though you will be a younger brother because he is in 12th grade now hahaha...

Strange, people here often laugh at things that are not funny at all huh?

I returned to give her a small smile.

Father: Oh, I called my son for a moment. Meeel's? Here's a minute ahead

... : Yes, a moment...

This father shouted a little towards the house and was answered also with a shout from inside the house. Once thought that this father is a batak because as far as I know, batak people often scream there shouted here (Sorry, do not mean for SARA). Then from behind the door came a two year old girl above me.

Father: Nih Mel knows our new neighbor, his name.... Emmm, sorry deck what's his name? Forgot ga nanya adek name, was immediately nyerocos aja nanya-nanya hahaha...

... : Papa how the hell it wasn't, shy deeeh...

I smiled and introduced myself.

I: Naufal sir.

Father: Oh Naufal yes. He knew his father's first son, Amel.

I then turned to the father's daughter and extended my right hand.

I: Hello, Naufal.

Amel: Hello too, Amel. Hello to you Fal.