Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

At the Lunch

There are dozens of types of plants perched in my house. Starting ornamental plants, live dispensaries to bonsai, all there is.

The existence of the plant, a little make my brain fresh. Morning, afternoon, I flush the water with affection.

In the past, the late mother, was busiest when I was brain-watching plants all day. Sometimes, I like to be indifferent when told to take the afternoon.

Though, I was, already the age of three heads. My mother always treated me like a child.

I like to scream, call me.

"Le, eat first Le. From earlier kok yo kembang kept being fiddled with. I made your favorite cornbasket, in i," cried the mother who at that time liked me to ignore her call. I just answered briefly.

"Express, Buk (ya-red)!"

Not just once twice, my mother yelled at me. As long as I haven't seen him eat, mom keeps calling me.

"Ughs. I miss that scream." My inner.

"Alfatihah, to my beloved mother. May you be given the most beautiful place by His side."

"Drettt..drettt...dreettt...."

My phone's vibrating. I'm looking for where it is. Wah fucked. Until I barely recognize the sound of the vibration of my phone, because it is too cool with plants.

I was in a hurry to pick up my phone. There's an incoming call, from Subandi. That bloated boy.

"Hmm iyo what anyway. It's broad daylight like this call me. Don't tell me if you ask for another soto treaty. Bankrupt me later, where not payday!" I snapped with a high voice.

"Haha. Just know the boss of this bonsai plant, if I ask for a lunch treat," he continued from behind my phone. His voice was crumpled to my ears deaf.

"It's not the reverse of this. I should have asked for a deal. You are PNS. I'm just an honorary" I argue.

I intentionally said that. Because he doesn't care if I have money or not. He said, I just got an inheritance from my parents.

Inwardly, you little monkey, this Subandi. But I actually feel hungry too. My stomach's rumbling. I did not cook intentionally today. Mostly, indomie cook, I thought.

"Yes already. One hour later we meet at Pak Man's soto," I said, the agreement with Subandi.

"Uhuiiii. Well this one boss yes." said Subandi, it looks like he is excited about buying lunch.

"Eh boss. Not wearing it for long. I'm on the way to Pak Man's soto stall" he said again.

"Yes, yes" I said, ending the conversation behind my mobile phone.

I also wash my hands. Because my hands are so dirty, after struggling with plants..

At first I didn't want to take a shower. If you don't shower, it's not comfortable. Later can be said to be the same BB the damn bloated.

Shower, ah! Immediately if you get water. I haven't had a shower all day either. Yes, I want to leave the house without taking a shower. Huhahahahah!

"Dreet..dreettt"

I heard my phone vibrating again.

I'll leave. Because I'm still in the bathroom.

I was trying to speed up my bath.

As long as I haven't picked up, it looks like the caller hasn't stopped calling my phone number.

While drying my wet hair with a towel, I hurriedly grabbed my phone. The bully is not impatient.

"Yes in the way, Dul!" my answer. In fact, he hasn't spoken yet. I threw the wet towel in my hair dryer earlier, into any place.

Hurry the motor custater, towards the soto shop Pak Man. With my motorbike, I swerved through the streets. The cars that go the way with me, I try to overtake. Let me get to the destination soon.

I felt the phone in my pants pocket, next to my thigh, vibrate. Ah most the bloated Subandi. I'm most anti if you pick up the phone while driving.

As long as I'm on my steed, whoever's calling, I don't care.

My principle is that I have to get to my destination first, just get a call. But, I'm not the kind of person who likes to call back, if there's a missed call.

***

I see, Subandi has finished his order soto. Let it. Maybe he's hungry. It was my fault, for I was long, coming.

"Bang Bro's. Sorry I am hungry. So, eat first." said Subandi, stroking his distended stomach.

Mr. Man approached me who had just arrived.

"As usual, isn't it?" ask Man to me.

"Express, Sir. Completed yes. Put some rice on," I said.

As I finished my order, Mr. Man headed to the back. Not wearing for long. Mr. Man walked towards the table where Subandi and I were sitting.

He brought a plate of white rice. Soto bowl. Iced tea glass. Plus a small bowl containing sambal rawit ijo pedes.

Without further ado, I just ate the soto ceker that was in front of me.

"Not eaten yet, I guess," said Subandi.

I just kept quiet and didn't answer. Because my mouth is still stuffed with food.

"Boss Bang Bro" call Subandi.

I was the one who had been focusing on eating, enjoying the bowl of super delicious soto claw, so slightly raised my head. Looked at Subandi's eyes.

While continuing to chew, I waited for what sentence the bloated would throw.

"What's this. What did you say?" I was a little curious.

He just called my name. I was curious, made like that.

"Boss!" subandi said again, calling me.

"I wonder yes. Confused by you. You call me, what the hell. A moment bang bro. mas bro. Sometimes Boss," I protest.

"Hahaha!" Not answering my question, Subandi laughed.

"Mas Bro then yes," he replied, giving certainty.

"Hmmm. Whatever. You want to call me whatever it is," I replied resignedly.

"Mas Bro. I forget. I have a girl friend" said Subandi.

"Widow?" I said end it.

"Haha!"

"The bottom is swollen and even laugh so bad at him."

"He's an Elementary School teacher, Mas Bro. Still virgin!" subandi's story is passionate.

I'm a sok cuek. But I'm curious. Seriously not this Subandi with that story.

"Sugary. Well-favoured. Ayus. Her body is so slim. Very soft guy. He can not be angry," said Subandi detailing the physical of his girl friend.

"Yes already. Make you a girl," I said still in a cute style.

"Hm. This man, teach me the real thing. Keep on, my house guy how dong Mas Bro. Could be the seventh world war later Mas Bro," said Subandi again.

"Whoa. What does this mean for me to tell the same story. I like girls who are dirty. He is not. If it's Tajir, I want you?" I said mention the terms of the girl who can be close to me.

"Wow. Since when did Mas Bro become matre." chirped Subandi, nyinyir same me.

"Emang, only girls can matre. Me, a normal guy. Choose a girl who tajir dong, let my life be guaranteed. It's good, have a champ. Work does not need to be turned upside down" I said diplomacy.

"Oah. If the girl is a tajir, I have no acquaintance," replied Subandi Nyerah.

But, once again he asked me to consider what he told me about the girl.

In fact, he promised to accompany me to meet the girl, if I was willing to spend a day.

"Mas Bro. If you want, we go there. To my friend's house. Later Mas Bro can meet with him. Mas Bro values himself, what kind of person. If it fits, go on. If it does not fit, do not continue. Mas Bro," said Subandi sok sage.

I just kept quiet. Then, rush to call Mr. Man, to pay for the soto claw and drink earlier.

"You have the same people this bloated, yes Mr. De. Dodder. Don't let it not count. Later until home, he will have stomach pain, because eating soto does not pay," I told Mr. De.

Even without the calculator, Mr. De was quick to count all my food and Subandi's food. Looks like Mr. De's brain is still diluted. The proof, he can count quickly without a calculator. If I, I don't know. Do not ask, because I am weak when it comes to math.(connecting)