Short Story (Cerpen)

Ahhhhh!!!

Category: Gokil Short story

Title: Aaahhhh!!!

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I was the worst when I was on school holidays. Holidays are the happiest days for some people, but not for me. For me the holidays make me a moss man. I just scoop at home, thinking when I can get eggs out of my ass. But that was all the more aggravated when I told you to take care of the special clothes store mothers he had.

I'm the worst if I'm rich. According to my calculations, a day in the store is a thousand days in real life. In the shop, I was isolated. I can't say anything, I'm just sitting sweet behind the table.

“pan, bla bla bla bla PITIH bla bla bla bla” my grandmother tried to talk to me using the language of the field. And I don't understand the language of the field at all. The level of difficulty of the padang language is twice as difficult as English.

“iya new.” I answered sok-nerti, but only one word that I understand from what he said, PITIH (money).

My grandmother belongs to the category of grandmother okem, although she is seventy years old but she always has the spirit to go to the store. Although he just sit and sleep (exactly as I do) but he was so excited to live his new routine. She was afraid that she would have to be left home alone, so she always went to the store.

That day I came to the store from eleven in the morning, usually I came more unfortunate. But since I told him in the morning, yes I have come at that hour. On holidays like this, the fashion hunters are again rame-ramenya, my shop became one of the targets of these slang mothers and this is bad news for me. The more customers, the more mothers. The more mothers, the more brain cells I will be damaged. The essence of all the core: I am most ogah if I have to face the same mothers.

And really, it only takes an hour, my shop has become rich ragunan. Mothers enslaving. Since my bokap employees only have two and the customers who come are not counted anymore, then with a heavy heart I have to help serve these mothers.

How many “mas is this?” Said a consumer, pointing to a red dress.

“oh, that one is 250 bu.” I know I don't know what the real price is.

“expensive highly.”

“can be less bu.” I was being pretentious, but my heart had grumbled from earlier.

This frenzied mother continues to ask the prices of my same clothes, my brain has begun to fuss because of this one human being. But because I act as a good producer, I also provide full service to this one mother. Oh yeah, this mom brought a boy, a skinny item. He's about two years old. I have noticed that this boy does not want to be.

He hops himself on the mother's sling (yes, that is, if under dragged his name) maybe he bosen membatiin his mother who from earlier muter-muter not because looking for clothes suitable for his fat body.

“mak.. empet,” the tuyul child was speaking indistinctly. Maybe he could not wait to go home, kept netek with his mother.

“iya son, briefly again yes.” Said the mother, still picking clothes.

“owek..owek (not a baby crying rich gini sound?)” tuyul's son was crying.

The mother tried to silence the child. The boy cried louder. I scratch my head.

At a time like this hearing a cry child it feels like stranded in the Sahara desert 7 days 7 malems. Heat.

“ai why cry.” Again I try to be pretentious by pinching slowly the cheek of the tuyul child.

“OWEK..OWEK.” he's crying louder.

His mother is still trying to calm the little tuyul that “cep..cep.cep diem nak, later circumcised loh same om ini” while pointing to me.

I just smile ugly while thinking if my face really looks like a circumciser. I began to make sense to silence this one tuyul. But here there is no toy that can make him calm that there is only a duct tape from earlier nangkring beside me. Seeing the duct tape so seductive, my cunning brain started to get crazy ideas. How about the mouth of the tuyul child I duct tape yes let diem.

Because at this time I still act as a good-natured producer, then the crazy idea was I did not do. My eyes searched again, finally I accidentally found a round object, black, located just below the table. Ball. I found the ball, out of nowhere it was the ball, I didn't think. The important thing is the ball I took and I gave it to the little guyul. I hope he likes it.

“ini sister have ball nih.” I try to seduce the tuyul to calm down, while throwing the ball up, hoping the tuyul will be interested.

The tuyul began to calm down. His eyes now follow the rhythm of the ball that I throw up again. Feeling get a little tightness, I just love it the ball (malang) to the tuyul. And quickly, now the ball (malang) has changed hands to the tuyul.

Now, the tuyul. His mother looked in my direction.

And, my blood pressure started to drop.

After the business with the little tuyul was done, I again offered clothes to his mother. But the problem is, offering clothes to the mother is the same as want nonjok jastin biber. Difficult really. Of the many models of clothes that exist, there is nothing interesting in his eyes. I'm not sure if he'll buy.

“bingung very yes.” Said the mother, while scratching her teeth. “if the red robe that was suitable not yes for me.”

“fit kok bu,” said I, sotoy “good it, impression luxury.”

“try to see any color aja.”

“many bu, jerk ya.”

When I turned back to pick up the item of choice of the mother, suddenly “PLAK”

“AAAHHH!!!.” my head is nyabit.

I thought it might be a stray bullet from a cop who tried to shoot a chicken thief, which hit me instead. I rubbed my head without bleeding. I turned back my body. And I saw that little tuyul giggling. His hand no longer held the ball. I feel like there's something weird here. Now I glance at his mother, it turns out his mother again a mesem smile saw me. I am still angry because of this incident.

“ih kok even nimpuk his brother the son,” said the mother “jangan that.”

“hehehe..” the tuyul even giggled.

I just found out that my head was hit with that tuyul kampret. BASIC TUYUL ITEMS, DON'T KNOW YOURSELF!

I still sprained the same tragedy tuyul item, how is not? I was tired of serving the will of the slang mother with his length plus dapet gifts from his son, the tuyul item. But they left without buying a single piece of merchandise in my store. Watch out for you here again!

The situation in the store is now back to normal and I can relax again. Consumers who enter can still be handled by two employees made by my bokap, so I do not need to bother anymore to help wait. Boss crazy.

If again rich gini, I most like to look at the book catetan shop, in which contains the income of the store every day. I just realized, it turns out the income received by my bokap from trading every day can reach one million, even more. That's just one store, while I have five shops (not lo nyombong!) so it can be ascertained that one day my father gained approximately five million benefits. Just make a PNS salary for two months.

The secret of why bokap always demands me to be able to trade was revealed. Because of the magic catetan book, I increasingly want to try trading. In order to be more than my bokap and the one thing that makes me steady to be able to trade someday is, the fact that even Prophet Muhammad SAW is a trader. And trading is the best job of the best. From trading also later I will be able to create jobs for many people. Steady.

A few minutes after my fantasy of becoming a successful trader (which he said) ended, I came.

“for a million more yah.” Answer I am proud, even though that from earlier ngelarisin that bokap employees not me.

“alhamdulillah, trade is good right?” I continued, this time with a smile.

“Iya well.” Answer me steady.

After a few minutes, I noticed the motion of the bokap already began to strange. I saw him from earlier busy bulking up his pockets, like looking for something valuable in his life.

“Hp dad no.” As soon as my father panicked.

“apa?” I followed the panic, my eyebrows wrinkled rich fish cone.

“aduh kayak where this,” bokap I increasingly look panic “mana all confidential documents there are all in Hp it.”

“Haaah?”

Confidential documents? that's actually what HP is crooked. Bokap I immediately went, to the place where his alleged HP was lost. I've never seen a face like that before, last I only saw a very tense expression when wanting to nyunatin this child.

Ten minutes later, I'm not back yet. I'm starting to believe that her HP is gone. But suddenly there was the sound of a phone ringing from inside the store's desk drawer. I opened the drawer, the sound was getting louder. I rogoh-rogoh it's a drawer, it turns out I found that my bokap (allegedly) is missing. I saw his HP turned out there was an incoming call from my nyokap. I lift the HP.

“halo bu,” says I

“halo.” Word nyokap on the other end there “please ya bu balikin this hape.”

“Haah,” I'm shocked “halo bu, this is Ipan.”

“iya bu please ya balikin his hape,” sound nyokap start sounding panic “important it bu hape his”

I am even more sad because even nyokap can not distinguish the voice of his son with virgin mothers. There are only two possibilities at the moment. Kuping nyokap so budeg due to the shocking news that the bokap hp is missing or indeed my voice is rich virgin mothers. I don't know.

“halo, hello mom,” I started sluggish “ini Ipan bu, Ipan.”

“oh Ipan,” nyokap I began to realize.

“iya, hape father is not lost, this is again the same Ipan. Ada di-caci hape-nya”

“ya already pan kirain missing.”

After the talk through the pitiful HP for me was cut off, I immediately horrified my heart.

AAAAAHH!!!

Is it possible that my voice from the phone sounds like mothers?

If so, has my boyfriend known that my voice sounds like my mothers on the phone?

But why was my boyfriend always found out his girlfriend's voice like mothers?

Did he purposely hide this great secret, for fear that I might be frustrated and commit suicide?

LT DOES? LT DOES? NOOO!!!

I am saddened by what just made me sad. I was thinking of leaving this mortal life, but I had no money for naek angkot. (i.e.)

God, all this is so short, that I can't feel the pain.

I still think I came with a panicked face.

“hape dad really pan, in the store there is also no” said bokap, sad.

“nih yeah.” I recommend Hp Bokap.

Bokap I'm surprised to know his HP know-know there in me “kok there is the same Ipan?”

“ada, his hape people in the drawer as well,” I masang face melas.

“oh, kirain dad bring”

“emmmm”

The next day I called my girlfriend, just to make sure my voice is not rich moms if from the phone.

“halo darling.” My greeting.

“iya darling.” Says she's at the end there “tumben malem-malem call?”

Notably I never called him malem-malem.

“I want something with you.”

“nya what?”

“what's real, if through the phone like this time, my voice sounds rich mothers huh?”

“loh how do you know?”

*JLEB*

AHHHHHH!!!