The Obsession of the Enthusiast
RG 58
“Gimanaaaaaaaaaaaa?” Wana whirled around showing off her appearance.
A white megar dress with expensive brocade, and a high-yielding hairdo.
Kevin looked at her lazily while sitting leisurely on the sofa. “Boring oath, your taste exactly granny!”
Wana stopped her lap and threw a pillow nearby. “Ya give me dong ah! Don't mecla-mence so!”
“Lo language is also getting weird, the transmission of his tuwir Om judes. Conscious woi, she's the baby booming generation! We're Gen Z!”
“Sue! Herein The bobbanya,” Wana waved at bobba beside Kevin.
“Lu from yesterday bobba only, ati-ati e3k lo hard. Ntar instead of the first night even constipation,”
“Mouth lo never judes why the hell Demes?”
“Demes?”
“Dede gemes,”
“Gue will soon be sister-in-law lo,”
“Eits! Why say I'm ngerestuin?!”
“Evating. I kidnapped lo's brother,”
“Lo forgot my male conglomerate? He can go anywhere!”
“Lo forgot men lo stingy? Where would he waste money on my nyariin?” Kevin stuck out his tongue.
“Ish! I forgot..”.
“What's important, I don't agree lo hair so! Here I am the remodel!” Kevin pulled Wana and sat the girl on the sofa facing the big glass, then the young man sat behind her, on a higher chair.
“Emang lo can?!” Wana frowned unsure
“Take a look at the tutorial on yutub,”
“Heh! Do not be careless, this is my moment once for a lifetime!”
“Bisaaaa has done aje! You need bagusan stitched not bunned! Model braided ristic!”
“Njir what’an again tuh!”
“The concept of bunded captivating is the point! Like my life,”
“Life lo bunded aja, do not take charming,”
“Hush! Onion..” And Kevin started removing Wana's hair.
Wana calmly sat down while staring at herself in the big glass. Now in that room there were only the two of them. A strange thing because usually in the room the bride is usually accompanied by relatives who are also women. If Wana was even accompanied by Kevin.
There's Gwen and Nirmala, but they just came out of the room to take care of another bridesmaid.
Wana looked at Kevin from the reflection of the glass in front of her. Kevin, her friend, painstakingly braided Wana's hair with a bobby pin wedged in the corner of the young man's lips.
“Kev..”.
“Hm,”
“Lo is aware if we are going back to our partner?”
“Hm,”
“I mean, it is more suitable lo who married me and Om Artha who married Kak Mala, so,”
“Hm,”
“Not that I want to discuss age yes, but it seems funny just so back and forth gini,”
“Cuy,” call Kevin.
“Ya?”
“The talk of Mamat eating broccoli,” muttered Kevin.
“Cakep!”
“Bodo Amat Emang I Care,”
“Campret,”
“Lu still want to marry Non, do not think macem-macem. I love him to Nirmala instead of Juminten selling bread,”
“Sinetron from the time lo belom was born, hehe,”
“But Aunt Author was born,”
Then Kevin smiled at Wana with pride. He put a crown on the top of the head of the Wana and admired his work.
“Sini,” The young man stands while grasping the fingers of Wana. Feels cold, a sign that Wana is very nervous.
They stand facing.
At that time Nirmala came to report that all sets were ready. But the woman said nothing and just looked at the two humans standing opposite in front of her, wondering what was going on.
“Nyai, uh, Wana..” said Kevin.
“Iya?”
“Lo is beautiful, don't worry,” Kevin said with a smile full of affection. “Actually you've always been beautiful, but I'm not saying you're afraid to be-GR-an,”
“Bedul, Don't bother me to give thanks,” grumbled Wana.
“Nggaaaaak, I'm serious now,”
“Why are you so serious?”
“Hem..” Kevin looked at Wana while thinking. Then the young man put his hand on Wana's cheek.
A warm feeling immediately flowed in Wana's skin, making her heart that had been beating fast due to nervousness, slowly began to calm down.
“In this case, I will defiantly represent your parents to convey this,” Kevin said later.
Wana gasped, in a nervous look and looked at Kevin with nanar.
Kevin rubbed both shoulders Wana, “After wading through many things, I know that the happiness of parents is to see the smile of his son, I know that the happiness of parents is to see the smile of his son, And the pride of parents is to see their child live on a self-selected path with confidence for his own good,”
Kevin fix the braid of hair that is somewhat detached from the hook to the back of Wana's ear, “So, because you have dared to get married, and you go through this with a smile, you know, I can say that I am proud of you. I'm sure your father, mother, and brother are too,”
Wana was unable to speak.
Kevin was just waiting for Wana's reaction.
Only Nirmala was heard crying sobbing full day at the door.
“Lo who?!” ask Wana later. The problem was that the words he spoke were very mature.
“Gue who will be his brother lo,” said Kevin. Nirmala held back her laughter.
“Emang Bang To lo,” said Wana.
“Iya fuckin' right,”
“Ya real,”
“Yes I've come out already, already Nirmala,”
“I want to say what, everything just now you vicein,” Nirmala looked at Kevin with a smile dikulum.
Kevin chuckled as he approached Nirmala and kissed the woman's lips at a glance. “I got a one-room ration on top of the results of the malakin Om Judes,” whispered Kevin.
“Heh! Naughty..” Nirmala pinched Kevin's waist.
Kevin grimaced as he chuckled and passed from there.
*
*
1 Year later,
“Anjrit I telaaaaaat!” kevin exclaimed as he threw his blanket and lightning-fast ran towards the bathroom.
Nirmala calmly sat at the dinner table snacking on fruit and reading social media. She just kept quiet while looking at her husband's behavior in the morning.
“Why don't you wake up akooohhh!” kevin exclaimed from the bathroom accompanied by a noise of ragged jebar-jumpur. (The bathroom they use a bathtub actually, but Kevin is not used to shower, so the bathtub is converted into a bathtub, so the bathtub is converted into a bathtub, complete with pink dipper that is the hallmark of the devout Indonesian Nation holds the tradition).
Nirmala just clucked while scrolling her phone, looking for recipes. He wondered why Kevin was in such a hurry. He thinks Kevin should be responsible for his own life. If he does have an interest in the morning, he can set an alarm and not ask others to wake up.
But Nirmala was a little lazy to tell Kevin, because he must not have been heard that Kevin was in such a hurry.
“Bu Malaaaaaaaaa, buy vegetable nggaaaaakkk?” the voice of Mbak Tari, a complex vegetable maker.
“Iya mbaaaak, buyiii!” nirmala from within.
With light steps Nirmala walked outside and opened the gate.
Smiling at the mood that morning.
Yeah, they're at Kevin's old house. The East Jakarta area, with the same neighbors and the same Pak RT. Nirmala sells her apartment and Kevin adds to her shortcomings by borrowing softloan from the office, then buying the memorial house from the owner, and renovating it a little.
Indeed, many events do not wear there, including thugs who often roam and still grudge with Kevin. But knowing that Kevin is close to the Suraji AKP and some of the 12 Dragons, those thugs for a long time might not bother his family anymore.
However, this house holds many things.
Also somehow, no one asked how Nirmala who initially claimed to be a distant brother of Bu Bella, this time came again in the figure of ‘Kev’ Wife complete with Marriage Deed.
Maybe the neighbors have understood Kevin's behavior which is full of surprises.
Mbak Tari has been surrounded by mothers who shop for vegetables.
“Fried oil has fallen MbakTar, why is it still expensive?!”
“This is the rest of the stock last week that I bought when the supplier is still expensive, Mom!”
“Yes is the price of dooong!”
“Bame Membrane Bombay Leaves Onion there?!”
“Secaps 15th of a thousand yes bu,”
“Ealah, can only be a quarter!”
“That's from there!”
Nirmala approached the mothers while carrying her vegetable basket.
“So dong, Bude. I have added the counter for all juice sessions, loh,” said Nirmala.
“This cool! Warteg Bu Bella opens again!” the other sahut.
“Well her name remains Warteg Bu Bella?”
“Iya Jeng, in memory of him! Mbak Mala's cuisine is also endul surendul!”
In my heart, everyone is determined, indeed Kevin his luck is not over. His mother died, replaced with Nirmala whose cooking ability is no less great. It's a shame they didn't get to see each other.
Maybe it's also the prayer of Bu Bella, that after Kevin can always feel the cuisine as good as ‘kakan ibu’.
“Nirmalaaaaa my socks whereaaaaaaaa?” we heard Kevin screaming from inside the house.
“White closet under,”
“Our white fingers are many in number, which cabinets?”
“What we buy in Ikea, small door side photo mom,”
“Most furniture we buy in Ikea! Mom's photos are everywhere Nirmala! Call it the location!”
“White closet located at point 6 degrees North Latitude to 11 degrees South Latitude,”
“That's the location of Indonesia!”
“Ya indeed your socks are in Indonesia,”
“Udah! Have met! In the closet next to the photo of Mom,”
“Yes earlier I also said next to a photo of mom,” grumbled Nirmala.
The ‘Bude laughed at their little quarrel.
“Mbak Mala, if first Bu Bella directly nyamperin Kevin and enter the house to nyariin socks,”
”Yeah, it's been that long time still to be sought after socks,” muttered Nirmala.
“Ih if my son ribet so already I snapped,” said Bude blue shirt.
“This problem is husband taste son, hahahahaha!!” everyone laughed together, including Nirmala.
“Honey, I meanattt!” exclaim Kevin while riding on his bike and close his jacket.
“Molen Mini don't forget,” Nirmala says.
“Molen mini has finished at 5! Where can I buy it? I'm coming home malem!” grunts Kevin.
“That's not me,” said Nirmala while looking at Kevin with a view ‘not want to know, buyin or you can't go home all’.
“Tell him, Papa so Bang Toyib first. Request somay only,”
“Say she wants mini mole,”
“It wants Dedek Fetus what do you want, haaa? Make it yourself can too!”
“I want to molen mini whose wagon is brother-branch, if I make too good,”
“Njir! My penitent.ye later I go home first please, keep coming back to the office,”
“Kevin, where are you going?’ ask Nirmala.
“Ya to laaaah office!”
“Ke office wear shorts?” Nirmala frowning.
“Hah?” Kevin looked down. “Anjay!” and get off the bike and go back home.
Nirmala is back to picking vegetables.
Before long Kevin came out again, this time with a more shaky handsome makeup booming. Maximum handsome!
“I left yes, it's late!” goodbye Kevin.
“Depart where?”
“To Nirmala's office! From earlier only!” Kevin's wearing his helmet.
“Ke office on Sunday here's what event?” ask Nirmala.
Kevin frozen.
“Heh? It's sunday?”
All the attendants nodded while looking at him with a stupor.
“Why not talk from tadeeeeee!” kevin exclaimed as he looked at everyone in disbelief. “Tau so I went to bed,”
“Yes you have grasa-grusu first,” grumbled Nirmala.
“Sabar ya Naaak,” Bude blue shirt stroking the stomach of Nirmala which forms a baby bump.
“Do not sleep again. Buy molen mini first!” grunts Nirmala.
*
*
Kevin sat on the front porch while observing the surroundings. People passed by, neighbors cut ceramics, others tuned Backstreeet Boys songs fast-tortured, the sound of a Bread Sari in the distance, and music from odong-odong whose sound is close but the form is far away.
Their home is indeed much different from the old one, but the atmosphere in front of Kevin is not bought.
Every now and then the neighbors greeted Kevin, and Kevin, as usual, befell him.
“Kevin, you're patching up tonight right ya!” ask Mr. RT who came on a bike while carrying Map.
“Iya Sir,”
“You take care of Giovanni and Ustad Rizky. Don't forget to patrol the empty house area in the dead end alley, he said many who make content there,”
“That makes that content, human what is astral pack?”
“Whatever, bubarin aja,”
“Kalo there is me, even on come ask for photos together, Sir,”
“Ya make a meet and greet all at once, feenya alihin to RT cash yak! Create 17an events,”
“Halah,”
And Mr. RT also passed to the homes of other residents.
Kevin looked back.
“Thinking what, babe?” tanya Nirmala, came while carrying a mini coffee and mole that Kevin had just bought for a snack that morning.
“Many things,”
“May I guess?”
“Bby,”
“Thinking of your mother, thinking of the fetus in my stomach, thinking of our future, one of it or all at once,”
Kevin was silent as he looked at Nirmala expressionlessly. Indicates that Nirmala's guess is all wrong.
Nirmala sneers, “So you think whataaaa?”
“Which is obviously not that complicated,”
“As?”
“I want to replace exhaust racing,”
“No can,” says Nirmala fast.
“Tuh right!” grunts Kevin. Know that he didn't say what was in his brain at the time.
Then they sat side by side while enjoying the morning atmosphere. It appears that Mr. RT pedaled his bike hard because it was chased by his dog Mr. Jali. His dog is small. The mistress chased after Mr. RT and prevented his dog from running any further.
“Now think what? Want to buy a dog too?”
“Pak RT his face looks criminal. Time to be pursued by Kimmy. The Kimmy if I meet I even shake tail tails tumbler,” said Kevin while grinning.
“Content of your head nothing matters huh?”
“That's important, what kind? What you? You must be thinking about buying what at the Wana baby show next week, right? Or buy what toys for her son Farida, and I have to fill in your online shopping topup how much. At best think of making milk pie or steamed sponge for afternoon snack,”
“Loh? How do you know?”
“I will understand you, you do not understand me,” this time Kevin who sue-menye.
“Yes already, how can I understand you?”
“I want to replace exhaust racing,”
“No can,”
“Ish! Keukeuh bener!”
- TAMAT
Dear Reader,
This time it's over and not a prank.
The story of the obsessed Enthusiasts stops here, with many valuable events and experiences accompanying the making of this novel. But as an Author, I am deeply moved that you Riders are always at my worst and best.
The novel is a reminder of difficult pregnancy and extraordinary birth. Yes, during its manufacture. But there is always my soul contained in every word.
Thanks for everything, look forward to Aunt Author's new novel, Madam Angspoer, which will update InsyaAllah next week, titled 'Ravana Note : Scandal'.
If you like, prepare a gallon of coffee and a massage chair (weee, feel it without shame!) for the next novel.
Nirwana Dierja, Arthasewu Connor, Kevin Cakra and Nirmala Dierja, resign.
Big Hug and a lot of Love.
Wihartanti.
