Short Story (Cerpen)

Absurdities

Category: Gokil Short story

Title: Absurdity

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My name is Abigail. Call it Bi or Abi or Abigail. I am a dreamer who does not know when to stop dreaming. Everyone knows that the earth is round, endless, and there is no end to it. Just like a dream, it will not end and will continue to spin on its axis in the brain of every human being. Because dreams are a delayed reality, we just need to believe them.

Talk to me again in Hollywood. I lived and grew up with my idiot cousin, his name was Faro. We both live with Grandma and Grandpa. Faro came out of the stomach three days after I whined for the first time. There is nothing special about this one indigenous creature, he calls himself banana peel garbage that in the inject continues to make jatoh. Forgotten, yet entrapping. His life is too haunted to talk about and peeled sharply as razor sharp. Mystical.

One day on a Friday morning at the Kultum show, I row in the back. To my left stood a bone, a pile of meat wrapped in dark skin called Faro (not knowing that the child was very thin). He makes me talk. I nolak. He made me run around the field. Think about it, which crazy person would want to run around while kayak gini?! I pinched Faro's cheek - which was just a bone - so he wouldn't fuss anymore, and that deadly hand scared me…

“Eh, what the hell?” I looked back.

“Forward!” pussy, Mr Udin! I'm shocked. I'm shock. I'm panicking. I wish I had fainted then!

“FOR ME SAY!”

“T-but, Sir..”

One step. two steps…

“Sorry, sir, he's just..”

Without a second thought, Mr. Udin approached the young man from the local next door while dragging me. Shuffling me!

“YOU ARE ALSO FORWARD!”

“Lho, Sir?”

And finally he dragged us both out to the field.

“Sincerely!” shouted Mr. Udin while pointing at the sun. I don't know DJ Danger this one has a cs satan what species to give creative punishment.

Finally, Kultum was finished. Thirty minutes of torture was over. Praise be thankful. Thank God, it's time for me and the young man from next door to return to our respective fields.

“Eh bego!… bla... bla... bla...” (gue if angry already hard to distinguish which demon is human, so I censored the dialogue so that the devil does not come out when you read this again).

“When else, Bi? Kan, not alone. Hehehe...” Faro really has no sense of sin at all!

“Ciee Abi..”

“Ciee Bian..”

“Ciee is legally bound..”

My class is making a mess.

“Name Bian?” ask me who doesn't know.

“Abi no apdet nih.”

“He's captain of basketball, his fans are many, there's his club too you know,” all in the limp at my table.

“You mean the Andromeda aliens who like to scream are not clear like monkeys, keep watching basketball games like to rub hands into the air but the fur of his armpits looks like?”

“They are everywhere, Bi.”

“Eh! You're talking to us, huh?” an alien approached me.

“Newly also I sayin,” whispered Tia.

“Again,” replied I relaxed to the alien chairman.

“Boong. I'm sorry you said what.”

“By what?”

“Arrgghh..” the alien leader is ready to eat me.

I wonder why children are afraid of humans like gini alay. Neglected creatures who do not know how to socialize, do not know how to appreciate others, and do not know how to shave the fur of ketek right!

Hours later, Faro was not in class. I was worried that he was stepping on the school fence, continuing to run around himself like a Bollywood artist, continuing to meet a giant eagle from a television station with a winged fish mascot, then cut into the multi-layered atmosphere, glide with an acrobatic eagle, continue to speed towards the constellation paliyingg sweet. Finally, at the break I cut out for Faro's nyari. But my search failed. Faro's missing! The bag is gone too! I'm panicking. I. kebelet pup! (the last one is lupain)

In my house, I dig my room Faro.

“Beg! Oi, Beg!” meaning ‘bego’.

“APA?” Faro opened the door to his room.

“Lo truant, yes?”

“WHAT? I'M NOT DENGER!”

“LO BOLOS, YES?”

“HAH?”

“REMOVE HEADPHONE LO!”

“Eh yes, sorry. Why?”

“Lo truant?”

“Again. I went to the seminar, kok.”

“…”

Seidiot-idiotnya Faro, he's my cousin. As big as Faro, he's still my cousin. Auntie knows, sometimes her son can be hyperactive, so I asked Faro not to let him macem-macem, because he could go crazy if not stopped immediately. If his nerves shift again, crazy, crazy son. Therefore, I would panic if suddenly Faro disappeared from circulation. If it's not the same, he'll definitely follow me. So sometimes we're like lutungs, I'm his body, he's his tail.

At 19:00. Grandpa and Grandma are gonna make us eat out.

“Where do you eat, Grandma?”

“In Family restaurant, Bi. There's a friend Grandpa wants to meet. Where's faro?”

“Already in the same car Mr. Momon, Nek.”

Even if it's just a driver, we all consider Mr. Momon to be like family. The person is kind and sincere, sometimes also a place to confide in me.

We finally arrived at Grandpa's restaurant. A man who was also Grandpa-age grandfather was already sitting waiting and waving his hands towards Grandpa who was also in reply to Grandpa. It's complicated the lives of grandparents. They can not shout anymore like young people who usually just call his friend with ‘OI’, kayak the Ega, frenzied as much as Faro from the next local. That child's brain full of charge huh to not be able to make his name one by one? I often wonder if Faro's accomplice has played home.

“Faro, anterin me to the toilet!”

“Self gih!”

“Gue fear.”

“Shortly will turn off the lights,” suddenly…

THE PLANGG!!

“Dead the lights, right?”

THE PLANGG!!

“Idup again, right?”

“Farooo!!”

“Iya, yes.”

I was locked alone in the toilet because the door was broken and could not be opened (yes it could not be opened). I panicked, and the phenomenon of the lights off made me panic. I panicked, panicked! I have a phobia in the dark.

Once one night, the lights off. I cursed myself until Faro almost upset me and told me to sleep on the balcony because that night I was hanging in his room. The one who turned off the lights should have understood that Thomas Alfa Edison invented the lights not to be turned off.

“Nek, we both go to the toilet first, yes?” we're just permission from Grandma because Grandpa ran first into the restaurant.

“Yes, be careful!”

“Sip, New!”

In the neighbor's toilet, I found a guy who looked like a basketball captain at school. Unfortunately, backwardness (meaning kebeletan, if kebelebeletan is the language is true, no?) I beat anything that went by then.

“Lo wait here, don't go anywhere!”

“Iyaaa..”

Then…

“Eh, Ro! That was sitting there grandpa, wasn't it?” me and Faro whispered from a distance.

“Iya, why?”

“Kok now no longer grandfathers, yes?”

“Hah?”

“But how similar..”.

“Come, ah! I'm laper!”

And it turns…

“Hai!” that's the captain of basketball!

“Lho?” Faro.

“Psst... temen lo, yes?” I whispered into Faro's ear.

“Iya.”

“Oh.”

“Eh, already! This is Bian, Grandpa's granddaughter, my” and Faro's just in their bego look.

“Ah, sorry I was long,” Her grandfather the Captain appeared.

“How? Meet his phone?”

“Yes, already,” we who from earlier glared at the captain now glaring at his Grandpa.

“Abi, Faro, let's sit!”

I don't understand the talk of parents, they are like going back to the black-and-white era, where everything was only black and white which sometimes mixed with gray. Nostalgic with the jokes of the 50s that I don't think are funny at all, but they laugh like, “ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha..” be advised if you are old, senile. We Grandsons are just mute and impassive, ‘storms must have passed! We're definitely home!’.

If my life was an FTV where I was the script writer, I would make a very simple plot, I would make! Maybe I will also make a portal anywhere - even though it can not be finished. Here's story.

While enjoying dinner, Captain's Grandpa gets into an accident. No, not a hit and run like soap operas-sinetron alay that often appear on the tivi that the person just a little car or motorcycle nudge but the blood is a bucket. However, his heart attack relapsed suddenly, he had to be rushed to the nearest Hospital. The captain panicked. My grandparents were panicking. Faro followed the panic because he did not know what to do other than follow the panic and panic because he did not know, do not know why he panicked (and why I have a cousin bego really?!). I'm panicking. Bottom line…

WE ALL PANIC!

Captain's driver is getting ready to head for the hospital. My grandparents took the same car Grandpa captain and asked Mr. Momon to help me and Faro go home because tomorrow has to go to school. Script writer with another will, Grandpa-Grandpa could not go home because he had to help the captain keep his Grandpa at the Hospital.

But after all, God has His own plot, God wills another. Script writer lost. God gave me my script. I'm sorry, Cake. This script comes true is painful indeed.

“Pak, we don't go home first, huh? Tomorrow's holiday, kok.”

“Lho, Neng? Grandma said tomorrow it's school.”

“We forgot to tell Grandma with Grandpa if tomorrow there is a show event, Mr.”

“But, Mas, I don't dare. Later scolded,” pity also if Mr. Momon did not sleep all night because of Grandma's diomelin. I used to live with Faro three days and three nights, but my ears were hot for a week.

“Ya already, Sir. We go home, we finally go home.

“Hacciihh!” Faro alighted in front of the tivi with a glass of hot chocolate and a blanket wrapped around his body.

“Soge, Cong! One Direction are performing again!”

“Ha?”

“Bencong move!”

“Haccihhhh!! Yes...” Faro sat next to me and put his empty glass on the table in front of the sofa.

“Lo hurts, Ro?”

“Wind as it turns out.”

“Udah take medicine?”

“Udah.”

“Ke room gih, sleep!”

Pukk!

‘Yes, that's heavy, Ro! What is the skull?’ i'm internalizing. Faro managed to make my shoulders pegel-pegel overnight.

Tomorrow, 12:00.

“Abi, you're not in school?” Grandma just got back from the hospital.

“Sorry, Nek, Abi forgot to say that today there is a performance at school. Which grandfather, Grandpa?”

“Grandpa is still in the same Hospital Bian, was Grandma among his Grandpa drivers here.”

“Why don't you just look at it then? Must be interesting, right?”

“It's like that, Grandma. But Faro was sick again. Who is looking after.”

“Lho, what pain? Yesterday was fine.”

“Last night in the wind, Grandma. Now it's better, kok.”

“Thank God. Yes already, Grandma wants to take a shower first, Grandma will go to Faro.” room

“Iya, New.”

Go to sleep, good night

Forget only me

Dream in your sleep

With stars

At 20:00. Faro is asleep. Usually at this hour we are again in the evening service, wildness is not clear mutarin home complex. But I can't possibly catch a cold again tonight, so I told him to sleep so he wouldn't ask to come along. Finally, I work alone.

Tonight I'm just half a complex. Tired of gnawing at my brain, my brain telling my feet home, my feet off, my brain finding sense, I finally hang. I'm lowbatt. I'm panicking. I looked up, I smiled at the sky and said, 'black. Darkened. Yep. Dark.' You must be wondering why I'm not afraid when it's dark (don't be stupid for the same swaying grass, they won't answer until bald head though). That's because I'm just afraid of the same lights. Darkness differently.

When my body began to stabilize. I sentusin to go home.

The next day, I go to school without Faro, he said, HARPITNAS.

'Nanggung, Bi, National Sandwiched Day. Yesterday Friday holiday, now Saturday, tomorrow Sunday holiday again.'

'Yes already. Grandma same Grandpa again not at home, you do not macem-macem huh? Don't take the fireman you call home again, ' I used to live alone Faro at home. He's kind of eager to try the delivery of the pizza, uh, he knows the firemen.

'Yes, I won't. I must have checked the number again if I wanted to call.'

I left until I finally got to school.

'Bi! Where's faro?' The local next door approached me.

'Why the hell? I just came by nanyain Faro. It's me, the cake, it's already made PR what yet, cake.'

'Hmm... You've made PR?'

'Not yet.'

'Yes, I have, Bi. There is something bad!'

'What? What the hell?'

'This afternoon there is an Art Stage in the Hall. My band has listed the same OSIS, well the problem was my cousin you text me, he said he did not school today. I think he's kidding, so I'm the same lo.'

'Lho? He didn't tell me anything about your band. Forgot times. Udalah, just a Faro a storm. At most he can only play guitar C A minor D minor doang.'

'Not that, Bi…'

'Find it instead there. Faro won't come. What is he doing?'

'Vocalist.'

'Ha? Whahuh? What'what?' I can't believe a space creature as amazing as Faro can sing. There are two factors that might make Faro males the same story about the band. First, he's calm and doesn't like the koars of my kayak. Second, he was afraid I would call him a hunchback even if it had nothing to do with it at all.

'Yes, Bi. Vo-ka-lis!'

'Ga! How's nih? Faro's number could not be reached, ' Boer (classmate Ega) called Ega from his classroom door which was only about two meters from my position and Ega in front of my class. Regarding Boer, I have experienced an idiot thing that I still want until now.

In the past, one day I was the same Faro went to the teacher's office to do the task of making English comics. On Ma'am's table, I saw a piece of HVS paper in the right corner that read like this:

Muhammad Ayyub

Muhammad Aulia Rahman's

Azri Boer

'That's Ega and Boer's comic, but who's the other one?' thought I.

'Eh, Ro, Ro! This is Muhammad Ayyub right Ega, ' I once asked Ega why he was called that when his name was Ayyub. Try watching! There is no E anywhere and A is only there at the beginning of the word. And I don't know, he doesn't know why, he said, 'gue doesn't know either, Bi. I don't know why I called Ega. That's weird, huh?' very sad, Ga!

'continue Azri Boer's Boer. Who is this one?'

'Where?'

'This, the second, ' I pointed to Muhammad Aulia Rahman's writing on the paper.

'Bego lo, Bi.'

'Kok that?'

'It's only two people, you're a geblek! Muhammad Ayyub and Muhammad Aulia Rahman Azri Boer!'

'So Muhammad Aulia Rahman is the same as Azri Boer?' I am concerned about how he will fill LJUN or such exams, people have opened up about, he is still busy making names.

'yes. Uh, lo…'

'The abyss is very big like the tower of SISPALA-Students Nature Lovers-. I know that there are only two people. Unconnected anyway. Whose writing is this?'

“Ega. So sorry I.”

Okay fine! Back to the beginning! I know early in the morning Gini HP Faro will not be active, he makes HP to survive overnight and will charge it if it is up early in the morning gini.

'Bi, you want to help us, don't you?'

'Nolongin what?'

'Click, you replace Faro, huh?'

'Lo told me to sing?'

'Yes, Bi. Wanna, huh? Faro once told me about lo being a bathroom singer. The quality of your voice will certainly not be much different from him. Yea?'

'A-…?!'

'Don't be angry, Bi. Hold it until four o'clock, I tell you, it's still 07:20 and the Pension event starts at 15:30. Faro's band will perform at about 16:00.

After school, at 13:30 hours home accelerated because there is a Pension event. Ega and Boer took me to the studio at school for rehearsals before performing at the Pension event.

'What song?'

'Payphone Maroon5, Bi, ' Ega-Boer have taken their respective positions. Ega on guitar and Boer on bass. But there is less…

'Whose drummer?'

'Myan, Bi. Just come back, really, we practice first.'

'Captain basketball can band too?'

'Ciee Bian's.'

'Ciee Echa's. Ahahaha.'re…'

“Ciee captain basketball.”

“Ciee captain class.”

Echa, the head of my class who doesn't know really what the hell else deket same Ega. Some say they're a maho couple.

'Abi! Ega! Shrimp cie-cie, storm! What are you doing for practice?!'

And immediately the music played its role beautifully. I, take on the next role.

At a payphone trying to call home

All of my change I spent on you

Where have the times gone

Baby it's all wrong

Where are the plans we made for two?

'Sorry, I'm late! Oops.' and Bian destroyed my lyrics.

'Oh, said Boer who changed Faro, Abi huh? Thanks, huh? Hehehe.' Bian smiled.

'Yes, equally,' I returned Bian's smile.

'Two hours more! Two hours to go! Plis, stay focused!' Boer became a band manager. He told me this and that, like he was the band's mom. Mamma…

Yeah, I know it's hard to remember

The people we used to be

It's even harder to picture

The sound of the drum swelled until it was no longer heard. What was? I keep singing.

That you're not here next to me

You say it's too late to make it

But is it too late to try?

The guitar sounds so bad that it is no longer heard. Feeling astonished, 'why is the drum silent?' maybe so he thought. I'm still singing.

And in our time that you wasted

All of our bridges burned down…

The bass sounds were so loud that they were no longer heard. Feeling astonished, 'why are drums and guitars silent?' maybe so he thought. I don't stop singing.

'I've wasted my nights.' I shut up. I'm silent. I threw a look of wonder at the three of them. What was? Bian, Ega, and Boer share a smile and sneaky look at each other. What was?

'We go on again, Bi!' bian shouted and smiled again.

'Yes!' l understand. I'm excited for this. We all smile. Smile for one purpose. One hope. A story of young people and dreams of tomorrow, later, and so on.

At 16:00. Well, it's not easy. This is my first time playing with a band called 'band'. I feel cool.

“Gue creeps nih. Sorry if we didn't win?”

“Papa, Bi. You want to replace the bego Faro only we are very grateful. Hehehe..”.

Time goes like fastmotion. My heart beating feels so awful. Those people who were wandering around seemed to pass by in uneasiness waiting for their turn. My sweat is pouring. I wanted to pee, but I didn't have time to go to the toilet because the MCs called our band names. This Is Us!

Music played. Good start, I sang it successfully. Yet…

THE PLAANG!! THE PLANGG!!

Guess what?! Exactly, the lights off! Pliss, whoever comes out of this damned darkness!

I'm scared.

Help me, Faro! I'm silent. Close your eyes as much as possible. And…

THE PLAANGG!

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

The voice. Handed. The bone. Skinny. Faro's? Faro! I still crumple, I can't see. The hand then embraces me and whispers, “hey, sist, what’s up?!” he smiled, I looked at it, then raised the microphone I was holding towards near the mouth. Music flows happily. We're going to a duel! Uh, duet!

All the audience sang along while haunting Faro's name.

“FAROOO!! FAROO!!” I didn't expect the cheque to have many fans as well.

And they sang, “ALL THOSE FAIRYTALES ARE FULL OF SH*T.. ONE MORE STUPID LOVE SONG I”LL BE SICK.

Now I’m at a payphone…

At the end of the day, we've only been voted Favorite Band. Although we did not win, we are all born winners. We are winners. We're all winners. Life is the way God has given us to live that role. Our hearts will determine which path we will take. We step in for a big dream, not to stop for failure, but to start for a more beautiful ending.

Faro ngaku if he menggerjain me and his three friends on the grounds not come to school today. He's sure they'll band me (based on Faro's ‘insting theory is always true’). Faro know I never really pointed, ‘who the hell am I really?’ and now he's shown me that everybody has a chance to be up here.

“Gue also wants to have a single concert in front of 10 million people like that, Ro,” while pointing to the Korean boyband concert event that I forgot his name.

“One day, Bi. One day!”

“Gue not sure, Ro.”

“Could have, Bi. Everyone who dreams has a chance to be up there.”

Faro managed to justify his theory to me, that the dream was a delayed reality. We just have to believe it.

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