Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Interviewed

Hira. His name is very short. How could I like that girl. But he's not my type.

My type, the pretentious girl is expensive. Lah si Hira, he actually likes to seek my attention, until finally my defense fortress collapsed as well.

Yep. The charm of the girl is able to hypnotize me.

One thing I like about him. He said he likes to paint. But, it's strange why he asked to be my student. In fact, he was willing to teach private painting, even though he had to mix with the boy yesterday afternoon.

Ahahahaha! You silly little girl. I am not ashamed. Old age, want to meet the same boy. Is there no other place, other than having private lessons painting in my place.

I remember well, he liked to force me, so I would teach him to paint.

***

"Hira, tomorrow accompany Mas looking for canvas, dong," I said spoiled, via chat whatsapp.

Hm...Long time no reply to him. Even though it ticked two. But, it's still the color of ash.

Why so upset kayak gini if chat is not reciprocated with Hira. Where the hell is he. It's Saturday.

Yes, if not to reply. Stupid fuck!

Just become friends, already arrogant. My ego started to come out. This time I chatted with him. Unrequited, emotion.

Continue my work. "Paint only. Not going anywhere" I thought.

However, I felt uncomfortable doing the activity. It's because of Hira.

Until the night, I still see no reply to my chat. Why is he? A thousand questions, stop in my brain.

Want a phone to his phone. Prestigiousness. Because, the one lodged in my mind, is just my emotions.

***

Sunday morning, Hira just replied to my chat.

"Why did you disappoint my mother. You said you wanted to come, to the house. My mother told you to eat empek.

"But you have. Make my mom sad. He's been waiting for you all day. He wishes you came. You have disappointed me greatly" said Hira at length. He must have written it full of emotion.

Oh, God how is this. I forget. How can I apologize to him!?

I also ventured to come to his house. If I accept it or don't apologize, I don't care.

"Assallamoallaikum" I said.

In that house, I was warmly welcomed by Hira's parents.

But, Hira looked at me with a frowning face. O Allah. Why can I forget yes. Yesterday I was willing to come, to meet the invitation to eat empek-empek.

"Come in, Budiman boy. Yesterday mom waitin, eh Nak Budiman no nongol-nongol. Though yesterday his special empek wanted to be treated to Nak Budiman," he told me, still with his friendliness.

I haven't had a chance to talk to her mother. Hira was angry and angry with me. It seemed like he wanted to shed his already peaking emotions, since yesterday Saturday.

"Ah. Liar," chirped Hira sewot.

When he said that, I was really sorry. Because I broke a promise.

"Sorry mom, yesterday I fell asleep. Because of the exhaustion, finished cleaning the house." I explained, while glancing at Hira who was still putting on an emotional face.

"Yes already. No what. I can understand." said his mother softly.

"His father's mother, Nak Budiman, how is it, healthy right?" ask him again.

"My mother is dead, ma'am. So did you, father" I explained.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. Mother doesn't know. Hira never told me the same mother. I don't know" she said, patting me on the shoulder.

I also agree with what Hira's mother said.

So did Hira, starting to change. The one who put on the face of sewot, now he sympathizes with me.

"I'm sorry I don't know" Hira told me, spontaneously.

I just nodded to hear it. Unintentionally, my eyes glazed with tears.

"Ups. Men of yesteryear cry," I murmured inwardly and tried to quickly wipe it with my index finger.

"Yes already. Wait a minute, I fried the empech. Budiman boy talk first, same Hira," said his mother Hira.

Along with that, spontaneously stood up and followed his mother into the kitchen.

"It has. Let me just, Hira. Hira the same as Budiman. The past of his guests is left alone" his mother chirped.

But, Hira continues to wander into the kitchen following her mother.

Half an hour later, the two brought crumpled fritters, a cup of tea and a cup of coffee. There are other cakes too. I don't know what cake, I don't know the name. All I know is a sweet potato cake wrap leaves. The Javanese call the cake a lemon cake.

Tastes, really good. Cakes or snacks typical of Java as well, mothers often make it. In the past, said mom, you also like the lemon cake.

"This let's get spent. If it doesn't run out, you can't go home" Hira's mother continued.

For some reason, his mother asked again about my parents who had died.

So, I explained that father, was an immigration officer. Mother, the principal at one of the SD in Tanjungpinang.

Hearing my story, Hira's mother was just a beard. Then, occasionally chiming.

"Then, this Budiman boy lives alone at home?" tanyanya.

"Yes, ma'am" I answered briefly.

"An only child, son of Budiman?" ask again, still curious.

"No ma'am, I happen to be seven brothers. I'm child number two. There's my Mas. Number one in Java. While brothers number three to number seven, in Java as well. So I am in Tanjungpinang alone," he explained.

I see, Hira was fixedly looking at me. He was so focused, he listened to every explanation about my family.

"I'm sorry, Budiman, I asked. Let's get to know each other. As the saying goes, don't know then don't love," said his mother again.

***

"Bro. Meeting yuk. Let me pick you up," I said to Subandi, via whatsapp chat.

Not wearing long, Subandi immediately agreed, ask me.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at Subandi's house. If for speeding, do not ask, I am the champion.

We also, headed to one of the Soto Ceker stalls subscription. Where else, if not in the shop Mr. Man. There, I was a little outspoken with Subandi.

I vented all-out with him. Because, to me, he is the best friend, who can keep secrets.

"Bro. I'd like to ask. Honestly yes. What's Hira like, the guy?" ask to the point, ask for an opinion from Subandi.

Because, I know, he knows Hira more closely. Hira with Subandi. Of course, a little bit, Subandi can give you an idea, what a girl's figure looks like.

"All I know is, he's a little rancid. Just like Mas Bro's judgment. Kan Mas Bro said, he's rancid, "subandi replied casually.

"I don't want the answer, that answer. I'm serious about it. Plissc. Help me, to get to know Hira further," I said begging Subandi.

For a moment he was confused as to what to answer. Again, he pulled out his mainstay. What else, if not the mainstay of the grin and scratch the head. Maybe, it was her innate style since birth huh. As long as he has an opinion, he can't answer, he must have taken out the style earlier. I also can't say if it's like that.(connect)