Sorry, We're Not in line anymore

Cuek

He took me to Subandi's house, I didn't refuse. He said, the people of his house again cook a lot of soto ceker.

I am also happy. But, behind Subandi's invitation, he planned to take me to Hira's house.

I tried to resist. I told Subandi that I had other business.

"Hm. Just a minute, plisss. Accompany me to take the goods, tomorrow morning I need to use the goods," he said, squeezing me.

I must be willing to comply with his request. On the road, I was mediocre there was nothing I thought about.

Subandi again discussed the woman. He said the girl was good at najai. I was silent, even though the myriad prowess of the girl was told by Subandi to me.

"How do you think Mas Bro?" ask Subandi.

"What the hell. I didn't hear what you said" I said. Because it is on an iron horse, it is difficult to hear Subandi's conversation, well.

"Hira, pretty, isn't it Mas Bro?!" ask him again.

Again, I pretended not to hear what he said.

"What?! Don't listen!" i said again.

"Ah Mas Bro is pretending not to hear," protested Subandi.

***

This Subandi is deceiving me. Damn him. He said he'd take the goods. Not to mention, he did deliberately invite me to this girl's house.:Based on the monkey boy he!" grumbling in the heart.

"Suddenly Hira's mother appears. He seemed so happy to welcome me and Subandi.

"Eh, my dear Budiman, my son Subandi," said the middle-aged woman, to me and Subandi.

Along with that, Hira got up from the sofa where she was sitting, then went inside.

"Make milk tea yes, Nduk, Mas Mas this," orders the woman who is thick with the jaw's accent.

"Express, ma'am," said Hira, walking a little hunched over as she passed by her mother.

"That one girl rarely wants to be dazed. Coming home from school, he went home. So understandably, he's less sociable," his mother cerocos.

"So I have to say wow, is that it?" I murmured in my heart.

What matters try, the girl likes to do anything. I'm not who he is.

Suddenly Subandi stepped on my foot under the table. A little surprised, but not long after that, normal again, my heart.

"But, Hira is a cook, you know Nak Subandi, Nak Budiman," his mother said again.

"Feel her mainstay, which tastes super delicious, cook rawon," he added again, full of fire.

For a long time, I felt uncomfortable with the story of his mother who macem. It is like the sales of beauty products that promote their merchandise, so that they sell.

This time, I stepped on Subandi's foot. I hope he understands the code I gave him.

"What the hell is Mas Bro!" chirps.

"I have a promise with people" I said half in a whisper.

"Lunch here. Nak Subandi and Nak Budiman. Later let me make sure Hira." said the mother kindly.

"Hehehe" I said. So is Subandi just grinning.

But, before long Subandi reasoned that there would be an appointment with friends in the office. So, Subandi and I have to resign.

"Next time, we'll eat here. Not now. You see me and Mas Budiman, there is a promise with friends, meet after dzuhur. So, sorry Buk, don't be angry" Subandi said.

"Gee. I was happy, when it came. He wants to cook with Hira. But, yes it is. Next time you should. I can't refuse" said the woman again, disappointed.

Subandi and I just nodded, throwing a smile.

Before long, I hurriedly stopped my motorbike, and passed from the house.

This fucking subandi is apparently tricking me. All the way home, he was babbling again. I don't know what he said. I don't give a shit.

This time, I was very emotional. Because Subandi has tricked me.

"Other times if you want to go to the girl's house. Sorry you are. I'm not coming" I said in an annoyed tone.

"Ah. Never mind. Thats enough. Don't involve me anymore in this." I said again full of emotion.

"Sorry to Mas Bro. I swear I mean nothing. I just want Mas Bro to be happy" Subandi said regretfully.

I see Subandi's face is sad. Maybe he feels guilty. But I have not yet been moved to fall in love again. My heart is still attached to Sabrina. But I realized he could no longer have me.

***

I re-enacted the same words Subandi said the other day. Maybe, he was right, doing all that for me.

But, I welcome his kindness not wholeheartedly. He desperately sought out a female figure to be the lover of my heart.

I should have thanked him. Not angry is unclear. I just realized, Subandi is indeed a friend of joy and sorrow. The friend who understands me the most.

Duh wrestling. I feel guilty. Already done wrong to Subandi. I should be proud to have a friend like him. Not wasting his kindness.

Tomorrow, I hope I don't forget to apologize, for my undue attitude.

"Dreettt! Dreeet.....!"

My phone's vibrating. I saw whatsapp's incoming message from Subandi.

"Mas Bro, sorry. I don't mean anything, yesterday."

It's the umpteenth time Subandi has said sorry to me. But I haven't answered it yet.

I intentionally. Change it. Thought. I better apologize to him directly. Not going through whatsapp.

Anyway, that Subandi, my best friend. I can't lose anyone as good as him. If I am an enemy to him, it means I wronged him. Subandi is the kindest and most sincere person, making friends with me.

***

Without contacting him first, I nongol in front of the terrace of his rented house.

As a PNS who has served 10 years, his house is still contracted. That's the sign, he's an honest PNS and not neko-neko (macem-macem).

That afternoon, Sunday. I know Subandi more at home. His friend, who likes to walk, I know, it's just me.

His wife, who first welcomed me. Yep. Name's Ratna. He called Subandi, from the living room.

"Mas. There's a guest. Mas Budiman," cried Ratna.

Long ago, Subandi knew Ratna, from me. Yep. I used to make the Combat.

A voice of truth, from within.

"Yes, wait. Just ready to take a shower" Subandi said.

In a matter of seconds, he appeared before me. He rubbed his wet hair, shampooing it.

"Eh Mas Bro's. Excuse me. Take a shower" he said, starting a conversation.

I put my watermelon on the table.

Subandi hurriedly greeted him cheerfully.

"Bun. We were brought by this same Mas Budiman. Please cut it up. We eat together with the floating," said Subandi who was accompanied by Ratna.

He took my watermelon, and he took it inside. A few minutes later, Ratna brought me a cup of tea and my watermelon, which had been cut into pieces.

Impatiently, Subandi directly plucked a piece. In fact, the tray containing the two cups of tea and watermelon that had been cut into pieces, had not landed on the table.

Seeing that, Ratna only smiled faintly.

"Hmmm. Fresh," said Subandi with his lips turned forward.

I just watched her, looking out at the living room. The walls of the house are clean. There are no photos or wall hangings attached there.

Not much living room stuff. There's only a fan.

Seeing me glancing at the fan, Subandi made a spontaneous move, turning it on.

The wind makes me feel like I want to lay down on that couch. But, it's impossible. Later, surely Ratna would judge me, as a disrespectful guest.(connect)