Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Take Reunion

I'm restless. Back and forth glancing at the clock, uh still at 21.00 wib. I don't know what time this show ends. Subandi looks happy, not together with alumni of his SD friends.

Like me, a missing person feels like being among these dozens of people. These gatherings, I don't like them.

Moreover, the pleasantries of laughter are not clear as the Subandi. My hobbies prefer to be alone.

A woman I had estimated to be forty years old approached me. He sat at the same table as me.

Duh, this woman is sitting here. Make me wrong. But, secretly if looked at, he's sweet.

Uh! Must have had people.

"Mas, here alone. Why don't you join in there." say it first, start a conversation.

I just nodded with a thin smile.

"important"

Cellphone sound. I saw it from Subandi.

"Cie, finally a new blow. She is a widow. Her husband doesn't know where. He said he was divorced" Subandi wrote via whatsappku chat message.

"Damn! Apparently Subandi, secretly monitoring me from afar.

I told him to accompany me. Even my chat was not read. You monkey Subandi!

I called through whatsapp call he did not want to lift. Did I just run away from this show.

"Bro. I have a stomachache. When you finish your show, let me know. I'll pick you up" I sent the message. It's ticked two but the color of the ash. It must have been the kunyuk who deliberately told this woman to come to my seat.

"Lho. Where are you going. The show is not over yet" he said trying to stop me.

"Sorry, Ma'am. I have a sudden business. There is a call of nature" I said as I hurriedly left the woman.

Subandi called.

"Mas Bro, where's. The show is not finished. Please don't stay with me. I'll go home for what, anyway!" subandi said from behind my phone.

"You deliberately told the woman to come to my seat" I said in protest.

"Not funny to know!" snatch me with a high tone.

I turned off the phone immediately, and the motor custater left the courtyard of the house looking like a palace.

In my heart, my pain. No longer will I be present at reunion events like that.

Before long, Subandi tailed coming behind me. Turns out he was riding a gojek. Chuckles I saw it. He must have called me repeatedly.

I didn't intentionally leave him. Didn't I just talk to him, too. When the show's over, I'll pick him up.

Is correct. I see, my phone has an incoming call from Subandi that went unanswered. Wow.up to 13 missed calls.

"Mas Bro. Sorry yeah. Don't upset. I never knew you, Mas Bro. That girl was my friend SD. She's a widow, split up with her husband who works the ship. She said her husband was playing. Rarely home. So, my friend just now, knew that her husband was playing a prank. Finally ask for a divorce," explained Subandi at length.

"Keep, I have to say wow that," I said.

"Serious Mas Bro. She's widowed. Cassian. Betrayed her husband. Reportedly he again nyari heart back," added Subandi as if he knew exactly what happened to his female friend earlier.

"Hmmm. Don't you cheat on him. How do you know the details of her story. Wow....no really my friend this one!?" I pretended to corner him.

The bloated was just scratching his head. I forced him to. But he was still silent.

"Honest.." said Subandi. But I cut the words.

"Honestly, she's my boyfriend!" I said go to Subandi.

"This is Kang Mas Bang Bro!" he said with a protest.

"So why shut up. Did I ask you just now?" I said.

Then, he continued the sentence he had that I cut in the middle of the road earlier.

Before he continued, he lit up a cigarette. Plays his cigarette smoke into the air.

"Honestly. We were dating. But just for a second. Because he was tempted by others. He's a rich man's son. When you go to school, you are taken by car. We once dated secretly" Subandi's story assures.

"Hmmmmm. Your story is your former soul mate's intention huh!" chirping.

"It's not so, Bro. She has no children. She's the new widow this past year" Subandi said.

"No ah. I am not interested in widows. If I could get a virgin. Why widow's nyari," my sergeant's expensive selling snobs.

As always. Subandi's just scratching his head. Marking him dead lice can't be confused with my statement.

In my heart, I used to play boy. Successfully conquer beautiful women who are arrogant and dirty. I am now looking for a widow.

What the world says. I could, my pride drops. I can really now this beautiful and beautiful nyari. But it's all about time.

"Later, in time, I will succeed in getting a beautiful angel, dirty and not arrogant" I said, in my heart, boasting.

To melt the chaotic atmosphere after from the annoying place, Subandi reunion place, I invite him to eat meatballs.

"Haha. Hungry also yes finally, after discussing the widow," said Subandi, while stroking his distended stomach.

"Ih amit-amythe. I don't like widows!" kilahku.

"Be careful when you fall in love with a widow!" subandi said again while chuckling.

"Ih amit-amit!"

"We have eaten meatballs. Forget your widow. My stomach is hungry because it's waiting for you at that shitty reunion show" I insisted.

A few minutes later, Subandi and I arrived at Pak Manto's meatballs. This meatball, the best meatballs in Gurindam City.

The best meatballs that have lontong leaves. Sometimes, I pesen lontong leaves a plate. It feels, eating meatballs with lontong, the pleasure is extraordinary. Especially if it rains.

In the past, when she was dating Sabrina, she loved my treat at Pak Man's Bakso shop. Sometimes, if I get unexpected money, which falls from the sky, Sabrina I buy you meatballs here.

Now, Pak Man's meatballs, change his children who manage. Understandably, Mr. Man himself, already sepuh. So, it is natural that it is taken over managed by his children.

This meatball juror, does not recruit outside helpers. He only uses his unemployed family.

There are 20 workers, all of whom are family. I salute Mr. Man.

In the past, when he was young, I see, he was so persistent to make a living. Like robots. He sells meatballs on the side of the road, just like his wife.

Now, Mr. Man doesn't sell meatballs on the side of the road anymore. The meatballs have moved to the shophouse. The buyers are getting more and more crowded.

So curious, the same figure of the hardworking Mr. Man.

Never mind asking one of the servants, who is none other than his own family.

"Father in the house, it's already sepuh. So we banned the sale. Let us-we just continue the sale," explained the cashier woman was friendly, to me.

Wanted about Mr. Man, I'm just a beard. I am so amazed that I have the same struggle to earn a living.

Subandi, secretly add the pentol up to 10 seeds. Bussyet! He's a rubber belly. Eat one big barrel, definitely still less.

In fact, earlier, order a large bowl meatball, plus the same leaf, a large plate serving. Forgive me!

"Tomorrow lunch here again yuk," asked Subandi.

Hmmmmmmm. In the heart, can bankrupt the city if every day eating meatballs.

I intentionally did not answer. Pretending not to listen. If it's served, and he'll be totally hooked tomorrow to eat meatballs again here. Could bankrupt me. Where has not been payday.(connected)