The House in the Middle of Sawah

Reckless Action

"Why are you? Being beaten by who?", Irul asked me, while giving a bag of ice cubes.

"Iwan", I answered briefly. I lay on Irul's soft bed. While Hasan was busy looking through the collection of tamiya in Irul's glass cabinet.

"Huh, she's again", Irul bobbing his head.

"About? Emang had previously beaten Iwan You Dan?", Hasan asked, because it was not yet known that the second time I was battered Iwan.

"Emang why else the Iwan nyuk?", Irul downed a soft drink that had been added ice cubes from the same ice bag that was given to me earlier.

"I was at the cafe watching her kiss a girl. I don't accept dong. Erni is struggling from her pain and injuries, she is even grinning with other girls. Reflex I'm teaching him", My eyes are burning with excitement.

"Teruuss, you're the one who beat up Iwan but you're the one who bonyok??", Irul slightly chuckled.

"Yes. . At first I beat up, then you know yourself, Iwan gedhe keker that", I took a soda in Irul's hand and drank it. I stuck plaster in my jaw. After I compress the ice water, the pain in my face and neck is reduced.

"But we need to make the same calculation as Iwan. After all, Erni still has a brother relationship with me. I'm just like you Dan, can't accept that Iwan is currently engrossed in other girls. Moreover, he has made you into a potato pitcher", Hasan clenched his hands. Irul and I looked at each other. I just remembered Hasan is one of the leaders of martial SMEs on campus. It could be a rame.

"No need to make rame San. I believe everyone will harvest what he grows", Irul said in a flat tone.

Hasan and I reflexively turned and looked at Irul. How could a mouth that was accustomed to its origin seem to suddenly spit out words of pearl? Hasan and I laughed together. Well, the pain and pain of Iwan's impact disappeared, thanks to Irul anyway.

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"Okay gangs, it's time to read SMS from you. Good afternoon to dance from the street jackfruit that nitip greetings to his guy who he said was far away there. Request her song sheila on 7 "betapa" for her brother Dani more uplifting. Okay, tengkiyu Dance."

The announcer before me just happened to be Krishna, and she was quite excited to see me bonyok (again). I also called Ibuk to ask permission to stay at the radio studio again, arguing that it was too far away to go back to the store. Actually tonight I plan to go home. I wondered why my family and I had to move to the store for a while. There must be something you're hiding from me and Mom.

I haven't seen Erni yet. How's it going today? Hopefully he is conscious and getting better soon. A song accompanies my daydream.

Do you still remember me

Even if we are in a different place

Will you be beside me

When I miss your presence

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At seven o'clock right, after I finished my broadcast I was preparing to go home. A reckless action, which if you know it might be a problem. Can-can be in the scribble of KK and the list of heirs. But my curiosity was already unbearable, somehow my feelings said I should go home tonight.

Riding "Thor" I'm pretty speeding this time. I don't want to go home too late, because frankly I'm also a little horrified and afraid that I have to spend the night alone at home. Passing through the smooth urban asphalt road, then turn into the district of Kencana street there began to be holes and patches here and there, passing the former vacant shophouse in the area njeruk, njeruk, thinking back to Mbah Ginah, my hair stood up. I continued to drive my motorbike until I reached the village road in the form of cement between the rice fields that look green in the moonlight.

The closer I got to home, the more my heart beat felt. What will I find at home?

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