The House in the Middle of Sawah

Reason for friendship

"Did Febi hurt Erni? Answer me Rul!", I urge Irul.

"I swear Dan, if Erni's thing I don't know. Febi didn't tell me anything about Erni", Irul swore, seeing that she wasn't lying.

"You remember Rul, the night before Erni was found falling in the parking lot, we went to the campus to check because I had a bad feeling. It was midnight when Febi called me several times", I remember the incident.

"Emm . . Yeah I remember Dan. But really, I swear, suwer! I don't know anything about that", Irul really meant it. I let out a breath.

"Where do you know if I was told by Febi to put a spell in your drink Dan?", Irul asked me this time.

"That's when I took you to the toilet, because I was worried that you were really sick. Just like now, I'm worried about your situation. Twice I've worried about you and twice I feel like you're cheating. Fuck you!", I'm grumbling, pissed.

"By the way you were seen collapsing in the parking lot, what happened?", I once again remember what I saw in the Oslo steak parking lot at the time.

"Ah yes, at that time Febi pushed me with her index finger only. Very strong, crazy. The jerky! If I think again, everything about that girl is beyond reason. Horrify me. . . Hiiii", Irul bobbing head.

"You're chased after a girl, beautiful but not sane", Irul slightly chuckled, as if mocking me.

"Damn you Rul! You are actually the same. Make friends with me because there's a want, there's an interest in it. You deserve to be with that perverted chick!", I'm annoyed, upset mixed up.

"Don't be naive Bro. Every human relationship is always based on factors of interest. Relationships with spouses, romantic relationships, friendships there is always a reason behind them. For example, why Febi likes you, there must be a reason. Even your father married your mother there must be a reason. Whether it's beautiful, pinter cook, attention or. Lying if someone is in a relationship with someone else has no reason, no element of interest. Because humans are always concerned with their own benefits. Thinking of himself!", Irul smiled cynically at me.

"Don't equate me with someone like you. It turns out that you look at others with such thoughts Yes Nyuk" I refute the argument from Irul. A little surprised by the mindset of this one.

"Certainly? You want to be friends with me for no reason? That sincere? mbelgedheesss. . . he he he", Irul laughed.

"You want to be friends with me maybe because I'm rich, I'm loyal, I'm a nice person to ask for help, Bro. It's okay, admit it", Irul still chuckles, rubbing his teary eyes so long he laughs.

"I'll just say Broo, no problem. All my friends are just like you", Irul continued his accusation.

My face was red hearing all of this. I can't believe Irul has such a niggling mind. Yes, maybe part of what he said, he accused it was true. But he shouldn't be blunt like this. I thought after today I could no longer consider him my friend, nor my friend. I got up from my seat, about to leave this place.

"Oke Rul, the day after you moved, right? I wish you well until your destination, and success in your new place", I stepped out, that's all I can say for a farewell, "my former best friend".

"Okay Broo. . Take care of yourself as well", Irul replied, sounding he stepped back into the upper room.

I rode Thor, spurred him at high speed. Without feeling a few tears my eyes dripped, either because there was sadness in the corner of my heart or a gust of wind that was too strong to hit my eyes.

I turned on the mayjend sungkono road, I chose to calm myself down to the radio. Want to go home was reluctant, considering I was hitchhiking at Lik Diran's house. Want to go to campus too, already lazy, already intention ingsun ditching today.

It turns out that in the studio there are Mas Henri, Amel, and Krishna. With my arrival the full charm radio part time worker formation is already.

"No agreement but can be complete gini yes", Mas Henri smiled at my arrival.

"I remember, if Mas Dani was not the time for the clock to stop by the studio there must be a problem" Krishna acted like a psychic, sitting on the edge of the sofa.

"Sok tehongg. . . You know, why is this a gathering?", I asked the three of them.

"I broadcast it", Mas Henri stepped into the broadcast room.

"You said Mel", I asked Amel, who did not look at me at all. Fun with a laptop and potato chips in his right hand.

"Wonton drakor, if at home my sister is noisy, disturbing. Move here, meet you guys, be more annoying", Amel still not staring at his interlocutor.

I breathed, dropped my ass on the couch.

"Look at Mel, Mas Dani's face. Every time we come here it's always like that. Like a long bean foreskin, withered", Krisna mocked me with a way of saying what he called, lithe maybe (too lithe anyway).

"Hmm hmm, it's important not to frown again here. Gelut lost an, his friend who bothered", Amel spoke while still staring at the laptop.

"Well, by the way, you want to see me for what reason?", I asked, looking up at the slightly worn-out white sky.

"Huhuh? What is the question mas? We are not friends, but soulmate . . .. Kikikikik", Krisna laughed loudly, almost like a laugh mbak mbak long hair that terrorized me.

"Au ah. . I just heard someone say that every human relationship, there is always an element of interest behind it", I remember what Irul said earlier.

"Who said that? I really like it", Krishna kept joking.

"Auwww", Krisna screamed, her shoulder was stabbed hard enough by Amel.

"Danii Dani, why is he too thoughtful said people. Concoan yes koncoan, if you feel useful yes farin aja, if you feel wrong yes apologize, if you feel comfortable yes continued. Just make it simple, ahh. A lot of prying thoughts", Amel said, grumbling but there is a point too. I'm a mangosteen.

"Well, ojo just upset, watch drakor po how? Bad medicine", Amel smiled.

"Which story is so exciting, what's the title?", I asked, curious.

"Yes all exclaimed Dan, ahh you don't understand", Amel grumbled.

Drrtt Drrtt Drrttt

My HP shook, I saw my number calling. I left Amel and Krishna, looking for a quiet place to take a call.

"Haallo Buk, Assalamualaikum", I picked up the phone and said hello.

"Waalaikumsalam, Dani . . . Where are you Nak?", Ibuk asked, from his tone like he was panicking.

"I . . . again Buk college", I lied to Ibuk, because it was right to leave to ask his permission to go to college.

"Son, your father . . . This has suddenly fallen ill. You can go home. . ."

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