Red Box

Bullet 4: Your Mouth Harimau

Not felt, the clock has shown eight o'clock past. During that time, the two of us just ate together quietly.

At first, I thought we were both unconcerned about the purpose of this meeting. But it turned out to be wrong.

“Omong-by the way, what's your goal? Come forward with my father's support, or just obey your father's wishes?”

He suddenly asked.

I put down the spoon, stopped eating. At that time, I was eating my second dessert.

“Papa is already a member, so I think it's impossible,” I replied, a little offended.

“I asked your destination, really. Even talking about parents!” the girl's nagging.

I took a breath. I wanted to vomit anger, but I muffled all that, along with a breath blowing restlessly.

“I don't know either,” I replied, “instead of talking about that, why not just talk about you?” I continued, eating again.

“My opponent?” the girl.

“Yap, I think it's more interesting. Anyway, just name we don't know each other yet?”

“T-Wait, you're Gilang Hanafi, right? Don't tell me this long..”.

Instantly I laughed. It's really very funny. It even made me stop eating once again, when I was usually very focused. Especially when eating.

How not? Just make sure it is not yet, this girl has dared to eat with people she just met.

“Why are you laughing, anyway?” his nag.

“Fortunately true, but if one person, it will be very funny,” I replied, “you are not anxious, or indeed.”.

“What's it?” sambarna.

“Indeed... oh yes, whose name are you, btw?”

I immediately switched the conversation. Not continuing it, because it felt a terrible pressure.

Although she looked curious, the girl did not ask. I guess, he himself realized what I wanted to say, so as not to offend anymore. We both realized that there was no point in continuing the discussion.

“Safira Ananta!”

He answered with a sniff. Anger was also evident in his countenance. It was amplified by the sound of clinking plates and spoons. Just like me, he was eating dessert too. I don't really care, and even more disturbing.

“Safira... I just call Sarobo can not?” my many.

“Hah, why?!” answer Fira, aka the girl.

“Because you guys are sloppy!”

“Then I call you Halambat!”

“Why is that?”

“Your name is Hanafi, keep likes late, so Halambat.”

“Ok, gas! So, Sarobo lives where?”

I looked at her a little cynically, and showed a defiant look. Replied sharp plot.

“Apaan anyway, my name is Fira!” answer with annoyance.

“Kan already deal, you call me Brad Pitt, I call Sa..”

As soon as I stopped the speech, reflexes hid behind the table.

Suddenly, Fira lifts up a glass filled with juice and looks ready.

“Sa-what, cepet tajuin?!” yells.

“Sa... midi?” I answered, while running.

“Ish!”

The girl kicked down the table, crossed her hands with a pouting face. He looks very angry. But luckily, he didn't get to me, even though he didn't take his hand off the glass.

“The name is prayer, do not change carelessly!” sama, then.

“Ok, I don't know you think that sentiment, sorry, yes!” I said, “but, can't you, don't flush that drink? Not good with food, you know!” my continue.

“Who's playing food?” Fira.

“Terus, it's a hand, why hold the drink so?”

I raised my head in fear, heading towards his hand that was constantly on standby at the glass.

Realizing I mean, Fira looked at her own hand, then said, “oh, this? My guy wants a drink, kok!”

He then drank and shortened the word, “tuh!”

Fira keeps her glass away. Instead, he crossed both hands. Although not a good signal, I still try to ventured back to sit.

“No need for spiciness, deh!” yell again.

While stroking my chest, I immediately approached the chair and sat down quietly. Full of fear, I nodded. Again apologizing. Funny thing is, he went back to eating, even though he was upset. It makes me want to laugh, but I hide my gel. I'm worried, not just a drink that will float this time, if you dare to laugh. But since the situation was still awkward, I ventured again to ask.

“So, why do you want to come, you know their destination, right?”

Oh no, I think I'm going too fast to the point. Fira suddenly looked at me with an annoyed look, as well as stopping eating activities. Even so, he still answered.

“I dare not refuse directly, so always come,” I replied, “but tomorrow, they themselves will stop it,”.

“So, you are also often betrothed?”  Fira.

“Not really, really, just a few times.”

“So, when will you reject me?”

“I never refused," I said, "first of all, I'm usually a gini, 'you want to come to an event like this, no man likes you?” continued, explained.

“Ish, arrogant highly?”

Fira looked away, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Indeed I intentionally,” clear me, short.

“Keep, what's their answer?”

He asked again enthusiastically.

“Typically, the heck they replied, ‘many,” I replied.

“Definitely!” 

Fira raised her head, looking quite satisfied. A cynical-looking smile was also clearly drawn on his face. I think he sided with them, as a kind of people.

“Let me ask again, 'continue why do you like me?” obviously again, “know-know, tomorrow the matchmaking has been stopped,” continued.

“Yes your people say that!” fira Sahut.

Her tone that sounded empathetic made me cluck. There's a lot I didn't tell you about, but he seems to have already drawn a conclusion. So, I don't want to bother giving clarification.

“That, yes?” my mum, “keep going, you like that too?” continued, asked.

While cleaning her lips from the food scraps, with a tissue on the table, Fira raised her index finger. I mean that signal, I sat down. Waiting quietly.

Before long, he replied, “after I refuse, there will definitely be another event like this. So, it's free.”

“Oh is?” muttered.

I paused for a moment, agreeing with that statement.

Not letting me be engrossed with my own thoughts, Fira continued to ask again, “afterward why don't you ask the same thing?”

I immediately withdrew my hand, quickly answering, “the first one, it was because I arrived late. I'm usually on time, so, I don't want to make you more upset.”

All of a sudden, Fira picked up the phone, then thrust it at me. From the many menus, he told me to touch the note apps.

There are some documents there. But he told me to make new documents.

“Write said, ‘responsibility,’ dong!” yells, shows both hands, “hands me shackles, sorry!” continued.

In a confused state, I wrote slowly, because I was not used to the phone.

“What is this?”

While finishing the writing, I ventured to ask, out of curiosity.

“Poin plus what I think of you!” the answer.

I looked up, surprised to hear his answer.

“Really?” ask, “doesn't you want to add more? Guts and authoritative, for example?” added, enthusiastic.

Fira instantly glared.

His head was slightly slanted, and his lips pursed.

With a ketus he replied, “basis shameless!”

“Sorry, I'll write it too!” I cried, no less stubborn.

“Quietly, I memorized all your minuses, kok,” he said, “likes late, brash, shameless, anyway a lot! The plausibility is too small, so it should be noted so as not forgetfulness,” he added.

“That, yes?” mumbling, annoyed.

He raised his hand, asking for his phone to be returned. Realizing that, I immediately returned it. Anyway, that thing is personal. Getting into the private realm that is sensitive enough to be touched upon.

I sat down again quietly. I think her curiosity is full. But apparently he again asked, “after the second what?”

I looked up, looking a little annoyed. I don't know how many times, the meal was interrupted.

To reply to him, I returned to jail with a reply to ask, “second?”

“So you said first, right?”

Fira frowned looking a little confused.

“Just because I said the first, does that mean there has to be a second?” reply, “only because got the first wife should..”.

Tang!

Fira suddenly just threw a spoon onto the plate. His voice made all the employees look at us, with faces of fear.

“Alright, that stupid parable,” mumbled, “I'm sorry!” my continue.

"Never say that, even if you're joking, if you want to be considered loyal!" yells.