The House in the Middle of Sawah

List of people I hate

The clock on the front wall of the broadcasting room, just showed at 7 p.m. But these eyes feel like they are covered with thousands of tons of ballast. Amel seemed busy preparing song requests from listeners. The late queen who is not late today broadcast. Great progress I thought.

After yesterday I learned the fact that Mr. Kudori had passed away more than a month ago, even though a few days before I met and chatted with him. I decided not to visit the SPBU again, especially at night. Why the hell is my life lately full of nonsensical things.

These two days, Irul called several times and SMS everything I missed, I didn't care. I'm sure Irul will take me out for a meal or something to carry out Febi's orders to put something in my drink. Fortunately, I was able to eavesdrop. If not, I don't know what will happen. Horrified to think that my own best friend would betray me, whatever the reason.

Hooaahhhm

I yawned wide, drowsiness, plus the brain was invited to think heavy things made my consciousness completely thinned. I'm starting to fall asleep.

Drrtt drrtt drrttt

The HP on my front desk shook, interrupting the meditation process to dreamland. Kuraih and I see, it turns out that Ibuk is the one who called.

"Hallo Buk, assalamualaikum", I say hello first.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Lee, is your voice so sleepy?", Mother asked me. As soon as I memorized it, my voice changed a little, instantly memorizing what I was feeling.

"Yes buuk, wes almost brushed this. Very sleepy. . hooaahhmm", I spoke while yawning widely.

"Sunday afternoon I was sleepy. Uh, lee. . .Dani, tomorrow you take us all home", Ibuk said with intonation that makes me feel long. Missing home, miss Ibuk.

"really Buk? How can I", I was a bit surprised by the news from Ibuk. My sleepiness is reduced.

"Yesterday kayak and your father met again with Mbah Kadir. Keep yes this was sure tomorrow to go home he said. You also said, said Dani that", Ibuk told me, with a tone and voice that I missed.

"But you haven't given an explanation about sajen Buk, for what" I keep asking for an explanation.

"Russia. . .I'm sure your father is not who you accuse. I have known and been with your Father for twenty-seven years. Your father could not have done such a thing. Believe me", Mother calms.

"Your father said about sajen and everything, will be explained later. The important thing is that we can go back home first", Ibuk ended his advice.

"Well, tomorrow I'll catch up with Buk" I'm spitting up the conversation tonight.

My mother, who always called me, watched me all this time. You never asked me how I was, did I eat, I slept where, he didn't care. I looked up at the ceiling, a hope rising there. Hopefully later if I become a parent I am not like this Father. Disappointing his wife and son.

My drowsiness disappeared, ambyar already. I sat on the sofa, the mouth that had been continuously yawning now turned into asking for food rations. Followed by the stomach that began to rumble, and sound like an orchestra. I remember I haven't had dinner tonight. Because yesterday was just a payday, and tomorrow I'm home, tonight I want to eat good food. Indulge yourself once in a while.

I was heading towards the parking lot about to slide with Thor, when the sound of a car came closer. The white car stopped near me. The car I memorized the license plate. Irul's car, rich young master, the kunyuk who has betrayed.

"Where are you going?", Irul got out of his car asking me.

"Hmmm, if nyari is not there, there is a buy", Irul smiled with a grin, a crisp laugh that is not funny at all.

"You why the hell? Like song lyrics, on the phone not lifted in SMS not in bales, what the hell do you want?", Irul sang, again trying to be funny in front of me. I was acting indifferent, as if Irul was not in front of me.

"Nyuk? You got a problem? Or am I wrong with you?", This time Irul looks serious, when he notices me who does not respond to him.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to eat. Dah yes. .", I ride on the seat of the Thor. Irul hurriedly held my arm.

"Before Dan, why are you?", Irul asked me seriously.

"Apaan, I said I was hungry", I took Irul's hand off my arm. It was like an ftv scene.

"Bro, if I'm wrong, tell me. Don't secretly think gini. The man if there is a problem equally solved by talking or all if you are angry want to hit ya mukul", Irul looks annoyed.

"Yemen? Temen what is lying and deceiving his friend?", I looked at Irul with hatred.

"Huh?", Irul looked shocked at my words.

"Try now answer me Rul. What have you and Febi planned for me? Hah?", I glared at Irul.

Irul looks confused. Instantly bowed, his mouth tightly shut, there was no sound or answer to my question from his lips. It was obvious he didn't expect me to ask him this.

"You can't answer, can you? I know you seem to be threatened with Febi. How scared are you to be that weird chick? Hah?!", I continued to corner Irul without giving him time to answer.

"Freaky girl you say? The strange girl you kissed in your house?", Irul this time voiced out, a question that made my blood boil.

"Huh? How did you know about that, Rul? What exactly are you keeping Febi secret from me?", I got off the bike, clutching Irul's shirt. Irul feels resigned.

"You don't know anything Dan. You don't know how dangerous it is if you oppose Febi", Irul sighed and looked at me.

"Try explaining it to me. If I'm still a friend of yours", I look back at him.

"I will be clear, but not now Dan", Irul said softly.

"OKAY. But before you explain it to me, you better stay away from me. I don't want you to drink from the shabby you received from Febi", I smiled cynically, releasing the grip on Irul's shirt. The visible traces of wrinkles on his shirt so strong grip me.

I'm back on Thor. Turning on the engine and deliberately bergeber next to Irul. Iru was just silent. No shaking, no looking at me. I feel satisfied, satisfied to express my emotions to people who some time ago entered my list of good friends. Now, he's on the list of one of the people I hate in the world. The top list of people I hate is, Father, second rank Mbah Kadir, then Febi, Irul, and lastly Iwan. And the list of people I miss right now the first is Ibuk, the second is. . .Erb . . .

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