Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar

Zia Fried Banana

“You still don't understand either, Han?” zia said then let out a long breath. Inexhaustible with the intelligence bestowed on Handoko. “You squeeze the fried banana until it is soft, keep putting it in the bottle. While you apply evenly in the mouth of the bottle until smooth. Then slowly try to release your eggs” said Zia trying to explain.

Handoko did what Zia suggested. Ali and Zia only looked at each other while trying to understand the situation. Zia then shook her head, then said “I just understand now, why my parents put me into a unified Islamic school. So that I can learn Islam first. Learning to be civilized. To make me accept higher knowledge. So every science that we receive, the question that is always the first filter is, whether it is in accordance with the Quran and Hadith, with what religious teachers teach.

“So I will never believe there is a Muslim who shows off his aurat for the sake of science. Will not make mistakes like this Handoko! I'm still astonished! How can this Handoko believe in Javin”, Zia told Ali. Intentionally spoken out loud so that Handoko also heard. The insinuated Handoko, just shut up.

“Hey! Why are you there” asked a upperclassman. Ali and Zia were shocked not to play.they did not realize that someone had come. Ali also realized, they did not prepare an answer at all if anyone came.

“Oh.. not, not nothing.” Ali replied trying not to panic. Zia was just a clumsy smile.

“Why are you still here? Others have entered the class from earlier you” said the upperclassman again. He still watches us. His friend who just went to the toilet so follow to watch Ali and Zia. Then immediately he commented.

“What are you waiting for? ‘And there are many empty rooms. Kok did not go directly to”

Ali and Zia are confused as to what to answer. They stared at each other, hoping that his friend could take them out of this awkward state.

“You again ran away from the class ya” guess the other upperclassman.

“Not really!” reply Ali and Zia compact. “We just finished. Again, back to class. Again wait temen” said Ali while pointing to Handoko's room. “biar together” continued Ali.

Zia understood Ali's intentions. Then he improvised, his intention to be more convincing in the presence of the upperclassmen. “Haan!. hunted.” Shouted Zia while banging on Handoko's room door. “What do we do first?”

“Zia.. Nay! Don't stay with me!” shouts Handoko from the room.

Zia directed both her hands to Handoko's room. As if showing a strong reason why they had to wait for his friend. The two upperclassmen each headed straight to the empty room. One of them can be seen shaking his head. Maybe they can't believe they've wasted time caring about the absurd behavior of a younger classmate. The doors of both chambers closed almost simultaneously.

It is true that it is said to need intelligence to make a lie and keep it until people believe. But choosing to lie is foolishness. Ali is still trying to find answers that don't have to lie if the same question comes up again.

Ali only realized that it turned out that there were very few school activities or events that could make students familiar from different classes. Ali remembered the time he was still participating in football activities. Although training together with upperclassmen, but familiarity with upperclassmen difficult intertwined because the meeting is only once a week.

If only Handoko could be silenced as long as there were other students in the toilet, perhaps making the reason why they were here would be easier. Just now Zia moved towards the door of Handoko's room, Handoko suddenly shouted, blaring into the restroom.

“Ooh. So given fried bananas, let me swipe my eggs not scuffed. Yes, so soft on the skin. But the bottle mouth is still too small. My eggs still can't come out.”

Zia and Ali were just smiling because Handoko had just realized the function of fried bananas.

“If the idea is like this, why not just use soap. ‘Kan is equally slippery. So you can try from earlier. You don't have to run to the cafeteria. But why our toilet does not have soap, yes” said Handoko continued to rummage.

Yet they stared at each other with wide eyes. There's a big sister in the toilet! They may not hear it too!

“Ehh.. Han, you will be in the inter-class match in what race?” ali asked in a loud voice. Uh! Also, piker Zia. Rather than silence Handoko, it was easier to try to control what would come out of the mouth of this fool.

“Heh! Why are we suddenly talking about a class” match asked Handoko innocent.

“Just answer” said Zia while whispering through the opening of the toilet cubicle door.

“It has to be now, Zia. I again have more important problems than the class” match, Handoko said. All this time they said he was weird. Can't tell which one is important. Though they themselves are also the same behavior, Handoko.