My Unique Boyfriend's

Chapter 28 Pakde Karto

"Sopo kowe?"

A familiar voice eared Mala, only her intonation was slightly different. Mala turned around and saw Arthur's very strange appearance, he was wearing a striated long-sleeved shirt and black trousers that looked oversized, as well as head coverings commonly used by the Javanese or often called blangkon.

(Visualnya shadow yourself ya🤣🤣)

"Cah ayu. So, how about wae?" The strange man standing in front of Mala.

"Who are you?" Mala asked nervously, she already understood the situation, at this time it must be another personality Arthur who is emerging, Mala must be vigilant because she does not know who is facing him.

"I." The strange man pointed to himself. "I'm karto's sir." The man reached out his hand to Mala, but Mala did not budge, she still gaped in disbelief to meet the personality of another Arthur.

"Mbok yo nek was asked as the parents were answered, impolite." Firmly the man who claimed to be named Pakde Karto.

"I'm Mala.." Mala hesitated to call out the name of the man standing in front of her with his palms resting against each other in front of her thighs.

"Pakde Karto." Deuteronomy, he thought Mala had forgotten her name, because from then on the girl was just pecking. "Wlah piye iki, ayu-ayu kok budegg." Imbuh pakde Karto shook his head.

Feeling dikatai budegg, Mala immediately opened her eyes, she returned to focus on the hand of Pakde Karto who was still hanging in the air, the girl immediately grabbed the hand of Pakde Karto and regretted it. "Mala." Mala introduced herself briefly, very briefly.

Cryic.. Krikkk, the sound of the crickets was again heard, Pakde Karto immediately left Mala and ran towards the dark room again. Out of curiosity Mala tailed behind Pakde Karto and entered the room which is now bright because the lights have been turned on.

Mala stunned, his eyes perfectly rounded to see a large box containing dozens of crickets, or maybe not dozens more but hundreds, so many Mala will not be able to count it one by one.

"Infigured ayu." The word of the gentle pakde with his jaw-dropping accent made the sentence very pleasant to be heard by Mala's ears.

Mala entered slowly and approached Karto, who was smiling, satisfied to see his pet cricket.

"You're keeping all this? Mala asked with some hesitation, but her curiosity prompted the girl to dare to ask.

"Sir, call me sir." Karto's pakde protest because Mala did not call his name.

"Yes, sorry sir. Did you keep all these crickets?" Mala's birthday, the girl was apparently interested in the crickets being kept in a luxury apartment.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer the brief but solid and clear.

"But what's pakde for?"

"For the fight."

"In a fight, isn't it usually the chicken that is in the fight?" Mala was more enthusiastic to ask, strangely the girl did not feel afraid anymore faced with Pakde Karto.

"Crickets can also be fought to, children today do not understand this, even though in the past cricket fighting was very famous in the area of Java. In jogjakarta alone until famous among the Kraton." Bright sir Karto as if he had lived a long time.

"Absolutely, sirde Karto is not a boy today?" Ask Mala carefully.

"What kind of dirt you're obviously young and handsome." It was the inner Mala who finally recognized Arthur's handsome face.

Pakde Karto, another personality of Arthur who describes himself as a 60-year-old man, his jaw dialect is so medok but smooth to hear, his hobby pitting crickets with his acquaintances. By far, perhaps Kartolah's most manageable pack, this personality rarely appears, Karto's pack will appear if he hears the sound of his crickets. But make no mistake, once Pakde Karto appears, he will be very difficult to put to sleep again, especially if he has gathered with his friends to complain about crickets.

Mala observed Karto's pakde who was choosing some crickets and put them into a cage made of wood with wire as a cover, under the cage there are also two drawers used by Pakde Karto to store cricket feed.

Pakde Karto brought the cage and out of his room, Mala became panicked when he saw Pakde Karto going out of the apartment. Mala pursued Pakde Karto and tried to persuade him not to leave, but Mala was confused as to what to do.

"Where are you going?" Mala said, her body was leaning against the door so Pakde Karto could not get out. One of his hands grabbed his phone and immediately contacted Rafli.

"You're ngadu crickets. Watch out not in front of the door, *ora ilok."

"Ora ilok* what is sirde?" Ask Mala confused.

"Ora ilok ya ora ilok, just a child prawan ndak can stand in front of the door, later ndak so applied."

"Mala's boyfriend does not have a pact, especially those who want to sleep, certainly pakde's wits just in order to get out."

"Mesakno, ayu-ayu kok durung payu. Watch out for me to pass by." Said Pakde Karto while pulling Mala's hand away from the door.

"Mala anterin yes pakde, use the car, let the spit until the destination, but pakde wait Mala change clothes first, and this Mala bring as collateral." Mala grabbed the cage and took it into the room.

"Mala,.bocah is lacking." Shouted pakde Karto .

In the room Mala checked her phone and it was connected to Rafli.

"Hello, Rafli's assistant."

"Let him go, you go with Mr. Karto, I'll catch up with you." It was Rafli who understood the situation.

Hearing Rafli's orders, the girl immediately prepared and came out of her room with a cage of karto pakde cricket. Outside of Karto's pakde waiting for Mala, he immediately grabbed his cicada as soon as he saw Mala come out.

"Pie arep due boyfriend, cah wedok kok ora iso dandan (Where want to have a boyfriend, girls can not dance)." Murmured Pakde Karto, but Mala was only indifferent because he did not understand what was said by Pakde Karto.

They walked to the basement, Pakde Karto put his crickets cage in the back, while he sat in front next to Mala. Mala just resigned to see the luxury car was used to transport crickets, Mala can only pray that Artur is not angry to see his luxury car rammed.

**CONNECT.....

Crickets is not a game of Indonesian people, but a game from China/China. According to You Zhou in A History of Chinese Entomology, cricket has existed since the Tang Dynasty (618-907).

In Indonesia itself, the famous cricket contest in the Java area, in Yogyakarta, cricket competition is usually held during the second rice growing season.

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