Red Box

Bullet 12: Seven Unanswered Calls

Sighing, I went down the stairs. My mind was completely filled with shame and anger. Papa keeps nagging me and makes me want to beat up Roni. Once again I realized, he was a shitty co-worker.

I pulled out my car, looking at the traffic that made me feel the other side of life. The people who go to a place, those who are silent, until the sound of the vehicle roars. Each person strives with their own abilities and thoughts. It made me realize once again, I was not alone in wading the salt acid of life.

Like I said, right down the street is a private high school standing. Every day, hundreds of students commute from the place which makes the focus of the economy somewhat centered around it.

In rush hour, congestion even, often occurs. It made me check traffic to Waser housing and Om Hadi practice sites, via mobile phone. The reason is, both places are much more prone to traffic jams than my home.

While busy monitoring community activities, a middle-class sedan-type car suddenly blocked the view. The black car was pitching with a still very crisp sound.

Although he was a dozen years old, the car was cared for by two owners who were considerate, in relay, so it was still very healthy. In fact, ¹velg two piece made from carbon installed, also looks very cool. How not, for the sake of buying it, the owner must save for two months.

“Call!”

Papa lowered the window.

Hustle and bustle and the view of the school that I was watching was covered with his face that was like genderuwo. With such a creepy face, she glared at me.

Without asking for any testimonials, his dissatisfaction with the car was obvious.

“All right, all right, I'll say hi Roni!” my spoken.

“Roni?” papas.

“My previous winners stopped by.”

“Oh, who brought the sport motor?”

“Yesterday, he borrowed a car for a date,” nods me.

Papa just cleared his throat, looking around the car. His facial expression was like asking, "there's also someone who wants to borrow this car for a date?" makes me feel upset.

“I've cleaned!” I cried, feeling uncomfortable.

“It looks like so,” says papa, “it's not like garbage shelter, but it's still like near got!” he added.

“Cih!”

I just looked away, holding my annoyance, because of his hurtful speech.

People always comment on the interior and exterior, and ignore the engine. In fact, those two elements were only trivial matters.

“Emang, papa's most fragrant car!”

I patted papa's car gutter, pissed.

“No need to hold, later broken!” snapped it.

I just clicked, staring at the interior of papa's car which was still very good. How not, this Japanese manufacturer ²SUV car is a new output, and costs hundreds of millions. Although not a superior brand, at least people will not underestimate this car.

“Party, who doesn't like SUVs?” my thinking.

I shook my head, giving up looking for a crack to mock back. My car is clearly outclassed in any way.

“Why not leave yet?” my many.

“You didn't plan that weird, did you?”

Papa asked back.

“Weird how?”

“Slap him, hit him, or act inappropriately like last night?”

“Papa have checked bumper car yet?” my question, glaring.

“Udah, strong, coke!” nod, “emang why?” continued, curious.

“Yakin? Not tried yet, right?”

With a pouting face, I pressed the gas pedal, and kept looking at it. The position of the teeth is still in a neutral state, so the car is only still in place, even though the sound has been roaring.

“M-You what are you?” ask papa, looks tense.

“Test bumper resistance to front school gate!” I answered, sniffing my head towards the school, “who knows the burik?” continue, smile.

“Serious, Lang!” exclaim papa.

“Oh is?”

I move the lever to the right, then down. I lift my left foot off the clutch pedal, so the car starts to run backwards.

“Alright, alright!” papa shouted, panicking.

Instantly I stepped on the brake pedal, shifted the pedal to the left, then climbed up. Although upset, I returned to advance the car to its original position.

“Stop talking nonsense!” myrag.

“Papa was afraid, you made mama sad,” she said, “today, she woke up early to make you breakfast. Mbak Tini until have to make rice twice, because your mama failed to continue. You know what that means, right?”

He adds.

“I understand!” nod me, “Come this too for mama, kok!” my continue.

Papa's face looks sad. It seemed, he was still thinking; I did it forcibly. Certainly, it was because I did not say anything about my interest in Fira. It was too embarrassing, so I didn't explain anything.

Papa nodded. Waving his hand, he moved the car forward and said goodbye.

“Papa departs, yes!” said it.

“Do not forget souvenirs, after work!” my mouth, give my thumbs back. While waiting for the sound of this car is stationary.

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I turned off the engine. Papa has left for work, and soon Om Hadi practice hours will be opened. I have confirmed the smooth route, and contacted about my arrival. My job is to shower and get ready.

While entering the house, I pressed the remote. The sound of the car and the lights that were on made me shake. It's hard to deny, it's cool.

“New car is different,” murmurs, impressed.

Sighing, I rushed into the house and looked for a towel. I might start thinking off if I look at people's cars for too long.

After the shower, I changed my clothes and got ready to pick up Fira. But my mom was facing me in front of the car.

“Where are you going?” tanyanya, ruffled waist.

“Says tell pick up Fira?”

I asked back.

“With clothes so?” his protest.

“What's the reason?”

I stared from the bottom up.

Denim-made sneakers, jersey trousers, and white combination black hoodie. Everything seems natural.

“What date do you want to go on nobar?”

All of a sudden, mom picked up the hoodie I was wearing and pulled the soccer jersey behind it.

“Kan, jacket cover ma, invisible!” my protest, “lagian, everyone knows that I am a true Milanisti!” imbuhku.

“True milanisti?!” ask mama, cynical, “True milanisti, why buy clothes kw?!” he added.

“Alright, alright!” seruku, forced to go up again and replace it with a regular short-sleeved shirt that I bought during a vacation to Bali, during High School.

At that time, I still bought it despite its size, because it was the only shirt I liked. Ironically, now only soccer shirts and this alone still fit in use.

Outside, again an inspection of the clothes occurred, and again did not pass.

“No more loading, ma!” my protest, “all clothes in the closet stay old clothes, the rest of the football shirts doang!” he added.

“Celana! Why are you still wearing training pants?!” his nag.

“No more, ma!” my eyel.

“Ya already, just use the semalem!” mamma.

“No match to his shoes.”

“Change everything, shoes, pants, shirt, suit. Better wear that, than let you go now,” said mama, “oh yes, which suit, Lang? Didn't you take it home yesterday? That's expensive, you know!” continued.

Hearing my mother's question, I immediately turned my body. I just remembered, last night used it to cover Fira's shoulders. Instantly I shook my head. I think I still have some jeans.

Rather than explaining that, it is better to look for pants that still fit.

“Where are you?” ask mama.

“Change pants, than wear the ones yesterday, slovenly!” my answer.

Mama looks smiling. I guess, he wasn't suspicious about the suit yesterday and didn't mind the reason.

"Great!" muttered.

While picking a few pants, I suddenly saw a notification of a missed call. On top of the cupboard, the phone's LCD light is on which makes me curious.

“Roni?"

I opened the pattern and opened the call history.

“Seven times!” to my surprise, I found many missed calls from the same number.

I think he called me while I was in the shower. Along with that, the working hours have already started. Suspicious of something happening at the base, I immediately called back.

“Halo, Ron?!” my reproach.

“Backback, Lang!” answer Roni.

I immediately scrunched my forehead. I think I'm asking for a leave of absence officially. Because the one who calls is not the superior, it means there is no direct order. However, Roni's voice sounded very panicked, which made me curious.

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¹Velg consisting of two separate parts, which are assembled into one.

²Sport Utility Vechile, is a type of car intended to be able to pass through various terrains.