Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Guests Not Invited

Saturday-Sunday is the most awaited day in a week. Because, on that day, I was free to do anything. Eat, sleep, paint, lie down, or play the violin. But, for sure, painting, so my priority activities all day.

I can, I can bear the hunger, because focus hold the brush and doodle on the canvas. Boiled cassava and a cup of coffee, so loyal friend.

Moreover, sitting on a round-shaped carpet of lamb fur, increasingly makes me so lazy to move.

If there is a phone or chat, sometimes I like to cuekin. Anyway, Saturday-Sunday, Me Time. No one tried to disturb my calmness that day.

If still desperate, yes consequences most I cuekin. Want a five-star general though, I have nothing to take care of. Ahahahaha!

***

I see, it's 18:00 wib. A shower? Uh! Unwilling. Change it.

Tumben, my stomach is hungry. Damnit. No food at home.

Open the refrigerator, it contains only water in the bottle. Cooking rice in a rice cooker.

In the past, when there was Mama, it would never be empty rice cookernya. In addition, Mama likes to cook vegetable lodeh the same fried egg omelet.

Now, fate. Want to eat must fight alone, cook rice. It was my fault, not marriage until now. If there is a wife, there must be food ready to eat every day at the dinner table.

*Tok tock tock*

"Assalamallaikum." a woman's voice said hello. Then I heard the knocking on the door, slowly.

"Who is? Maghrib want no rules, visit people's homes," I grumbled.

He knocked on the door again, and said hello for the second time.

Curious, i. I want to know who that woman is first. Living room curtain part window corner living room, I open a little.

Hira?!

*Dag dig dug.*my heart is reacting inappropriately.

"Ngapain, that little girl came to my house. He must have wanted to ask for help with his face painting. Ahahaha!" I murmured in my heart.

I swear I can't believe the view this afternoon. How dare he come alone. No one accompanied.

Hurry me up, call Subandi. To find out what purpose Hira came to my house.

"Woiiiii monkey. Why did that little girl come to the house?!" ask Subandi from behind my mobile phone.

"Hah time yes Mas Bro. The real Mas Bro," asked Subandi, puzzled.

"Cooking, cooking in the kitchen. Get you to my house now. As long as you haven't come, I won't open the door for that little girl!" I was obviously at length, and half threatening.

"I I yaaa wait Mas Bro, I'm coming soon. Fifteen minutes, I got to Mas Bro's house, yeah!" subandi promised.

"Quickly anyway," I said in a high tone.

Subandi kept his promise. He immediately shouted to me. Along with the rioters coming, I immediately opened the door of his living room.

"Mas Bro, this cute and charming lady, would like to have her face painted. He said he wanted to be on display in his bedroom" Subandi said, opening an afternoon conversation ahead of the maghrib.

Hira I see nodding. The sign justifies what Subandi said earlier.

"How much does it cost?" suddenly Hira spoke.

"E," I said. I wonder what his response was.

"How many, Mom?" ask again, come after me.

"However, yes. It's expensive anyway," I said playing on his emotions.

"Yes it's okay. Please just do it" Hira said in a reassuring tone.

"Later when it's finished, tell me yes Mas, or can also info to Mas Subandi.

"But, this can't be spurious. You see, many orders," I explained to Hira.

"How many days? Before Lebaran, can you finish Mas? I really need to decorate my bedroom?" tanya wants certainty.

"You can, for Hira's sake," said Subandi to take over my answer. It should have been me.

"Heheheehhe." Subandi frowned while scratching his head. Characteristics of Subandi that can not be eliminated.

"Yes, I have tried to make a spit," I said.

Suddenly, Hira peed. I became a drunk. I rushed to the middle room. Then get rid of the picture of Hira's face. But, I'm confused. So, only I turned it over, the canvas on the front facing the wall.

"Please," I said, letting Hira back, towards the bathroom.

But, along with Hira heading to the bathroom, the painting fell down.

Duh Gusti's! It's been exposed to my secret. Spontaneous Hira fixed the position of the painting, by upholding it against the wall again, with a perfect position.

While upholding the uprooted painting, Hira was grinning at the painting. But he did not comment anything. Duh what comments he yes, after knowing the painting.

Hira's position is still in the bathroom. Suddenly Subandi's phone shook. That sign there is an incoming message via chat whatsapp.

"Mas. Bro. My face painting, it's ready. Sakti ya your friend, the painting I just ordered, uh instantly so. He made the painting, helped by Aladdin, huh? Ahahahahahhah!" hira said at length, via whatsapp Subandi chat.

Subandi still does not understand, what Subandi said.

"What does Non mean. I don't understand!" ask Subandi to explain in more detail.

"Hahaahahah. Salute me yes. Friend Mas Bro is powerful," added Hira again, while affixing emoticons people laugh loudly.

"Be serious" urged Subandi.

But, Hira's statement really made Subandi not understand what he meant.

"Yes already. From here, we meet at the food stall. Very hungry. I haven't eaten all day" Pinta Hira.

"OK," said Subandi briefly.

"For so long that little girl in the bathroom" I said, half whispering to Subandi.

"She peed what she wanted to give birth anyway" I said chuckling.

"Sttt.ada Hira," said Subandi as he pressed his index finger against his reddened lips.

I also try not to talk anymore.

"It was a long time ago Non. Kirain brojol in the bathroom earlier," as usual Subandi chuckled.

Before long, they withdrew from my home.

***

Shortly after Maghrib's adhan reverberated, Subandi and Hira arrived at one of the street's five-foot stalls.

"Pecel lele. Drink iced tea," Hira said after he took a sitting position opposite Subandi.

"Sama, I also pecel lele," said Subandi.

"Hmmmmm. I love the same as pecel lele. Origin of eating, would want pecel catfish," chirped Hira on Subandi.

"I swear hungry" said Hira again.

"That's busy, yeah. Until I can't eat" said Subandi.

"Hahaahaha. Not really," replied Hira casually.

"Hmmmmm. Surely again kasmaran yes, how can withstand that hunger. Later sick, ayang bebnya sad, you know," seduced Subandi.

"The beb what. Big liar!" chirps Hira.

"Ups" said Hira who immediately smothered his own mouth because of the wrong speech.

"I mean. Who is a liar. Dong story. How did I just know, if there is already ayang beb. Woro-woro dong in medsos let on tofu," said Subandi.

"Hahahahahahah, let's sell products, use all woro-woro," protested Hira.

"Who the hell, you mean. You know. The same time I was, playing around in secret?" ask Subandi full of search.

"Later, I'm telling you. But, not now," replied Hira. (connect)