Red Hooded Girl

Kaifa Haaluk

"It's like a guitar belonging ... Gods.” Deka Mumbles.

His memory flew a few years ago. Where Dewa whines for company to watch Green Day concert in Singapore. He who is not so fond of rock music finally granted his only brother's wish.

"Bang Deka bought the ticket. The VVIP. I don't have any money, Bang.”

And he who is not so fond of rock music in the end dissolved in the frenetic noise of the rock music melody that throws. And prancing around following her sister.

His sister was unceasingly grateful to him after watching the concert. Especially after the opportunity to meet Billie Joe Armstrong to take pictures together. And get a signature of the idol that was built on his favorite guitar.

"So, the promoter was Bang Deka's college friend. Well, Bang Deka is cool, so I can sign Billie Joe Armstrong. Thanks Bang."

"Hey... Why Lo! Help me with my guitar!!" openy suddenly came out of nowhere. And make Deka shocked by it to disperse his daydream.

"Here, the guitar's yours?" ask Deka.

"Yes....!!" Opi snatches the guitar from Deka's hands. "here! This guitar is me!!" yells.

The creeping eyes of Deka observe the appearance of Opi from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

"Huh...!! Don't get rich, look at it! I made fun of your eyes!! furious Opi.

"Who are you??" ask Deka.

"There's also me. Lo who?!" reply Opi.

Coinciding with the arrival of Mimin who brought a glass of orange-flavored ice syrup on a tray.

"Opi...! The polite one. This is Teteh's boss," Mimin scolded.

"Oooh.." said Opi as he breezed into the house and brought God's guitar.

"I'm sorry for my brother's disrespectful attitude,” Mimin said.

"Oohs... That's your sister?"

Mimin. Then put the orange-flavored ice syrup on the table.

"Please drink, sir."

Deka sat back in place and drank the orange-flavored iced sirops in half.

"Sir..."

"Yes..."

"Sorry before. Emmm.. I am not disrespectful and do not want to harass... Uh, I mean .. I have not prayed Asar," said Mimin while squeezing the end of his veil. Although hesitant, Mimin finally said it and rectified the word 'exorcised' which was almost spoken.

Jasmin, you are not being disrespectful. But you're expelling me in a polite way. Mumbled Deka in the heart.

"Again the afternoon" said Deka, looking at the watch in his hand.

"I'm sorry to go home then." Then Deka stood up. "Next time you can play here again, right?" Sounds not like a question but rather a slightly pushy plea.

Mimin nodded despite his doubts.

Before going home, Deka again grabbed his drink and gulped it down to the toilet while standing up. Then he said goodbye home.

The white Honda Jazz car that Deka was driving just passed when the number one rental door opened. And the gods are out of there. He just had a bath marked with his body that looks fresher and also more handsome of course. As well as the fragrant aroma of bath soap and shampoo that is smelled up to Mimin's sense of smell.

"Mimin.." greet God with a smile.

Mimin looked at him for a moment and then entered the house without saying a word. Along with Opi who just want to come out.

Patience Gods. You can conquer his heart. God's murmur cheered itself.

"A God...!" exclaim Opi.

"Hi Opi" said the Lord.

"Ka, there was a guitar who wanted to take a look," Opi reported about the incident earlier.

"Eh, don't get it. Take good care of my guitar dong" said Dewa. He approached Opi and took over the guitar from Opi's hands.

"This is a historic guitar. Also, look at Billie Joe Armstrong's signature," said the Lord proudly, showing the signature on his guitar.

"Wih, cool. This is Billie's signature for Green Day?!" Opi watched the guitar closely.

"Yes dong. I lied, " said the god.

"Who would want to pick up my guitar?"

"Mimin Tea Temen tuh."

"Cowok??"

"Fahri??"

"Not it."

"Jasril??"

"Not."

"Keep who?"

"I don't know, don't know. But the guy's a handsome guy."

"Which side am I with?"

"Emmm... Let's see Opi first." Opi looked at the face of God. "Against the gods. But it's cooler Ka Dewa anyway," he continued with a smile.

"Originally said it was similar. When my handsome face is there KW," God's murmur. Because it never occurred to God that what is meant is Deka, his biological brother.

"Ka.. guitar for Opi yes," pinta Opi.

"Can't do it."

"Gue buy it. How much?"

"I can't buy anything."

"What time??"

"It's because this guitar is so valuable to me. Except...."

"Except what Ka?"

"Unless I get more valuable than this guitar," said the God with a look of laughter. Staring at the beautiful yellowing sunflowers blooming in the courtyard of the house of Haji Zainudin.  As beautiful as the smile Mimin always expected. Semekar feelings of love for Mimin who always wanted.

"Ka Gods... We're learning guitar again!" exclaim Opi.

Opi's call instantly erased the image of Mimin's face that was being painted by his heart.

"Not now Pi. I want to go around the streets first," said Dewa as he walked to his motorbike and sat on it.

"Well, the new motor."

"New but used motor. Used but new motor," God's sloppy. Then he stopped his motor.

"Opi's guitar borrowed again, yeah, Ka."

"Can.  Take good care of the guitar. Watch not to be lost!"

"Yep....!!"

"Gue go first, Pi."

"Yes be careful Ka."

The god also drove his motorbike around the village of Cibening. Things he had never done while living in this village. Passing through the green of the rice fields that cool the eyes. Looking at a stand-alone Primary School building. Along with the cemetery. Oh my goodness this is a school. Front, side and back are graves. Kids aren't afraid of school here. His inner.

The gods read the big writing that was there. SDN Banjar Agung's. It turns out that this SD building is the end of the village of Cibening. As a border with neighboring villages.

God turned the direction and returned to the motor. He intends to go to the football field to watch the football match between the children of the village of Cibening as he had watched with Sol three days ago. But on the way, he met a man who was fiddling with a motorbike.

The god stopped the bike and went down and approached the man. The man wearing a grey t-shirt and a black base sarong with a groove motif turned his gaze to the God who was walking over to him.

The god threw a smile at the man and continued walking over to him. The man frowned trying to remember. Until they both stand face to face.

"Assalamualaikum," said God.

"Waalaikum greetings," the man replied. His eyes were still observing the handsome, shoulder-length long-haired man with metal accessories on his arms and neck. Still trying hard to remember that familiar face.

The god threw a smile. "Kaifa haaluk (How are you?, Fahri?"

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Meet Deka mah later, meet Fahri aja first. 😁😁.

Kaifa haaluk, this is for the figure of a God. So who is this God, then??

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