Painting Your Eye Ball
AMAZED
The second time he came to the house Fahrani, Eagle kept his promise to himself not to invite the troublemaker. After a tiring and cautious hide-and-seek, finally the skinny guy managed to run away from Dika as well.
“Fuh. Safe. Fortunately, he believed I had a stomachache. Wait, noh, all day in front of the toilet. I will not be there,” muttered Eagle alone while chuckling. This time he has provided a brown hat patterned with two curved lines on the right front. Hours back to school like this, the sun is fierce again.
While whistling a little, the Eagle walked cheerfully towards Fahrani's house. Unlike before, this time Fahrani was already waiting for him in front of the gate. His big smile and narrow eyes were immediately revealed as soon as the Eagle came. “Hai, Eagle.”
“Hai too, Rani. Why are you standing here? Kan, hot. Later the skin of the item, loh,” God Eagle while pointing at Fahrani's face.
“Nothing. Bosen is inside. Come on, come in,” Fahrani holding the Eagle without awkward. Actually the tall guy was treated like this, but he was reluctant to escape. Never once has he touched or touched a girl. Especially coupled. The only girl he's ever been close to is his old best friend. They never touch each other either. It is also called SD.
“Ah, yes. Come,” replied the Stuttering Eagle.
“What do you want to drink?”
“What aja, deh.”
“OK. Then I take water from the bath, yeah. Mix soap dikit.”
“Hah? Am I a dirty cloth? Very tight.”
“Hahaha. Your sister said what aja.”
“Judah. The drink is up, the important thing is cold and sweet like you.”
“Emang I'm cold?”
“I mean sweetness, not coldness. I'm home, here.”
“Iya yes. It's aja ngambek. Bentar, yes. I made it,” Fahrani walked into the kitchen cheerfully. His little chant was heard all the way to where the Eagle was waiting for him.
“The voice is melodious too. This is a man's dream girl. Cook yes, anyway, she has no boyfriend?” The eagle wondered to himself. There was a hint of admiration in his heart. He himself does not know. Just to be amazed because they happen to have the same favorite or indeed he began to like it. To date, Eagle has not intended to write poetry other than to his childhood friend. No one had been able to take the place of the little girl in his heart. How is he now, huh? Must be pretty. Small is sweet, especially big.
“Hey, daydreaming what, anyway?” asked Fahrani who was suddenly sitting next to him.
“Ngak. It'sit's nothing. I was just thinking, what else is Dika now, huh? I lied to him. I texted him, told him to wait for me in front of the toilet because I had a stomachache. Males me if there's him. Ngerecokin.”
“Oh, yes. I almost forgot she wasn't with you. Abisnya, right, I need to be with you.”
“Hahaha Yes. That was my only good friend. No matter where I go, he always goes. Although his son is sometimes tacky and nyebelin, but he is good, kok.”
“Iya. It looks like, from his face. She is an innocent child, sometimes the jokes even crisp, but she is not aware and instead laughs to herself.” Fahrani laughed again.
“Tuh, right? Bengong again?” Fahrani patted the shoulder of the Eagle.
“Eh, sorry. Oya, these are your novels I return. Is there anything else?” The eagle tried to divert Fahrani's annoyance from continuing.
“There, dong. But I won't take it if you don't bring your novel. Kan, the exchange promise. Cook just borrow, anyway?”
“Who said I didn't bring it? Intentionally, anyway. Who knows you forgot, I just left, no exchange,” replied Eagle while taking out some of his novel collection and aligning it on the table.
“Evicious, ih!” Fahrani pinched the Eagle's arm slowly.
That's the drink can I drink?” point the Eagle on a clear glass of red water teasing it to eliminate awkwardness.
“Oh, yes. Excuse me. I forgot,” Fahrani immediately took the glass and thrust it into the Eagle.
“Still, yes,” replied the Eagle with a quick smile. Then he finished the sweet drink once.
Fahrani. “You thirsty? Want me to make it again?”
“Ngak. Don't need. That's enough, though. Ja. Very much so. Oh, yes, fetch, dong, your novel.”
“Bent, dong. You will go straight home. I don't want to, ah. Just a few more moments.”
“Emang why?”
“I'm alone in this house. Mother goes. Not good, right, no. Bosen.”
The eagle looked at Fahrani in amazement. This kid is so innocent, huh? With ease, he admitted that no one was home. What if I have macem-macem intentions? Thankfully I was good today.
“You why worry about me?”
“Ngak. There's nothing. I'm surprised, you're Chinesse's face. But, I see your Mother is not Chinese-Chinese.”
“Hahaha ... Ja. I dropped from Dad. It does not look like Mother. Everyone says that too. Father converted at marriage with Mother.”
“Oh,” Eagle mangosteen-beard.“
Their conversation continued without pause. There is just something to talk about, ranging from novels, writing to funny events that they have experienced. Eagle did not expect, the girl from the outside seemed shy, it was fun too if invited to chat. The person is easy to connect to talk about anything. His sense of humor is also good. It seemed, their friendship would continue again after this.
