Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Resignedly

All day, I accidentally didn't activate my phone. After all, my internet data package is also up. Gotta fill it up again.

I thought Subandi couldn't take me to his SD friend's reunion. The proof, after Isya prayer. Suddenly he was nongol on the porch of the house. Gedor-gedor door, just like Bang Kredit Bakri.

"Dug dug dug dug dug dug dug dug! Mas Bro's. Bukain doors. You peed!" yelled Subandi from outside.

"Ashm. Pissing to my house. You monkey boy!" I nodded my own head.

I have not allowed in, Subandi immediately nyelonong while holding a bird on his knees behind his jeans.

"Based on iki!" I said yelling at Subandi who passed nagging to the back bathroom.

"Mas. Bro. We go yok!" yelled Subandi again from inside the bathroom.

I just kept quiet and didn't say. Pretend not to hear. Because I have a lack of hobby to come to reunion events.

Besides, if the SD reunion event is like that, most of the girls have become mothers and already have a husband, of course.

So, why also, ngincer mother-emak who already have a husband. I'm not, I'm still a tong tong virgin!

"Woi Mas Bro's. Ready dong. We're looking for cem-ceman to dance cool!" shouted the bully again ordering me to prepare to come to his residence.

Before long he was nongol, while tightening his belt.

"Come on Mas Bro. Imani looking for cem-ceman on the show. There must be a lot of girls," persuaded Subandi with a convincing tone.

"Ah. Nope. Masa, you must know me to mother-mom. Find in a fresh virgin tingting dong!" chirp me with a protest tone.

"Haha. Which comes a lot of ordinary mothers. But, make no mistake. The girls love to come, you know!" persuade Subandi for the umpteenth time.

"The Ikutan deh Mas Bro. Let's not mrs. Help me too, Bro. Because I can't go there by myself!" said memelas.

"But there are conditions. If I get bored, I can go home first." I asked.

Subandi showed his thumb.

Signs agree.

"Oce oce Mas Bro" he said.

Subandi's answer can't be ignored anymore, because I've got the wrong strategy. Maybe, if I had a fever, he wouldn't have forced me to accompany him.

But, yeah, that's it. Counting worship, has helped people. He said, God will make our business easier if we help people.

I who initially desperately refused, finally collapsed also with the appeal of the island of a thousand Subandi.

"Mas Bro don't forget to spray a lot. Let the smell be as fragrant. Keep the mums on the clamps. Hihihi!" subandi gave me advice.

"Dam. So I want you to make bait for mommy?! Yuck!Yuck!Yuck!" kiss me in a protesting tone while opening my mouth, like a puking person.

Actually, I was curious. What is reunion event like. Friends say, reunian likes to evoke beautiful old memories. Hmm....What is it?!

Subandi looks agitated. Back and forth he glanced at the black casio watch that was coiled around his left wrist.

"Yuk Bang Bro's. Motion. At 19:30 wib, the event begins," urged Subandi.

"Well..while Bro, briefly Mas Bro. Now Bang Bro. It's not clear this Subandi," chirped me.

"We're just relaxing, dong. Don't rush, I'm being chased by demons. Anyway, the most recent show. The reunion was just that meeting, right? Then return to each other's homes. Continues, which is no less unusual, the reunion is a show, right?" I said I knew.

"Wad. Not even Mas Bro!" sergeant Subandi.

"What must be done is to make a brother Ibrahim Mas Bro," explained Subandi.

"Tumben sage is like ustad. Usual, by the way it's like a duck clamp!" I said.

"Duck clamp? Wkwkwkwkwkwwk!!" ask Subandi, in a tone of wonder.

Not felt, adzan isya reverberated. There's my reason for slowing down Subandi's plan to go to the reunion.

"yeah. Then wait for the end of the adhan, yes" I said.

"Well Mas Bang Bro" Subandi said. Seen, the look on his face held back a little disappointed. But, he indeed seems to be unable to dodge, because it is still reverberating adhan isya.

If he's reckless, I'll do it.

Not a movement. I pray for a moment. Subandi is still gawking at me gliding to the toilet, turning on the faucet, grabbing some ablution water. Scratch his head. He can't speak anymore.

"Wait for Bang Bre Subandi!" I said ask permission.

"Tumben prayers" said Subandi again.

"Sttttt..had a mate," I said, gluing my index finger to my right hand, to my lips.

Subandi scratched his head again. But, before long he also followed me, participating in all Islamic prayers.

"If you pray what, when you finish praying?" tanyaku.

"My prayer, just one. O Allah, give me the car" said Subandi, raising his hand.

"Hmmm base matre you!" sindirku.

"Yes boss, I need a car right now. So that my wife will love me more and more" he said with a serious look.

"Oah. Have a bini kok matre. Fuck off," I said.

In my heart, I was also afraid that I would get a wife matre. Can eat the liver, and die suddenly, if the car is designed. Moreover, my salary as an honorary teacher, it is impossible to buy a car.

Within ten minutes, Subandi and I finished praying.

I checked again all the room lights, the terrace and the kitchen. For the kitchen, I turn it off. Because there is no activity. Bathroom lights, I'll turn it on.

Cigarettes and cellphones, I put them in my jeans. I wear white oblong kos paired with a jacket and jeans, leather sandals brand Bata.

Suddenly Subandi was holding my shoulder, from behind. Then I turned my body. We are in a position to face.

He glorified my appearance from head to toe. He's cleared his throat...

"Ehem!" Then the cough is made up.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

"Is something wrong with my appearance?" I said while checking my own appearance.

"Nothing, Mas Bro. Goody! Try in deh Mas Bro, every day steady like gini. Let's be cool and cool!" subandi suggested, then took off my shoulder that had been gripped by him.

"Ah. You have there is. Be tired if every day should look like this. It's nice, wearing a t-shirt, shorts. Good again, don't wear clothes anyway, don't get hot!" obviously I'm at length.

"Oah. Basic wong bloated. Taught to get a girl, kok yo hard anyway!" subandi replied, patting his own eel.

I just chuckled in response.

"Mas Bro. Later if there do not jaim jaim ya!" subandi Messages.

"What is jaim?" I was pretending I didn't know what it meant.

"Whoa. This cover is Mas Bro. I don't know jaim. Keep the image of the point," he explained.

"Yo wis toh. Don't talk about me anymore. Anyway, let's just go there. You ask for company" I said, patting her on the shoulder. Instantly, Subandi drove his motorbike at high speed.

Tiger's big motorbike was in a matter of half an hour, arriving at the reunion event location.

Disbelief in me, started attacking. I want to get out of this show quickly. I don't know why. I have not liked the crowd all this time. I'm more comfortable in a quiet place. The mind is calm and it feels very comfortable away from the hustle and bustle out there.

"Kang, what if I unplug first. My stomach hurts," I said reasoned.

"Later, when the show is over, I'll pick it up" I said again.

Subandi again can only scratch his head. Can't dispute my request.

"Mas Bro. There's a toilet here. Plisssss please. Time is me alone. Left like a missing person,"

I finally gave up and was forced to follow what Subandi said. I was confused as to what reason. The reason for my stomach ache also didn't make Subandi let me go. He kept begging me to accompany him at the reunion.

All ages, just this time, I got into the people of reunion.

"Duh shit. Forced to follow until it's finished, if you think this is the way," I grumbled in my heart.(connected)