The Obsession of the Enthusiast

RP 11

"Where's Kevin?!" a young man in the style of jamet entered the internet cafe where Agus, Kasep and his friends were busy mabar.

"Well, did you find him? Lo ready?"

"Gue's got the same thing Kevin is! I'm Aminah's cousin, my name is Pepen!"

Agus and Kasep immediately exchanged lyrics.

"Kevin belom dateng, lo waitin aje," hissed Kasep while re-attaching his headphone.

"Woi, njing! Don't be so smart! You call Kevin there! I need a spit!" Pepen pulled Kasep's collar and forced him to stand up. There was a strong alcohol smell coming from Pepen's body.

“Jancoeg! You think I'm the manager! You need it, you wait here, bangs*at!” Kasep brushed off Pepen's hand and pushed the young man's body against the wall.

Because Pepen was drunk he was easy to drop. Moreover, the body of Kasep is quite large with a style apparatus.

Just then, Kevin came and walked into the internet cafe.

Pepen was in a position to fall to the floor and coughed because his breath was immediately congested pushed by Kasep.

“Who?” ask Kevin.

“Nih, Cousin Aminah, nyariin elo!”

“You what?” kevin asked while stepping over Pepen's calf and sitting on the computer at the end.

“Hey, you run out apaain si Aminah until her cousin comes to nonjokin lu?” agus whispered while embracing Kevin's shoulder.

But then Agus frowned.

Kevin's perfume is different, like a woman's perfume. Two days not going to school, coming in with a grim face and perfumed perfume.

“Kalo standard Pak Haji most Just me gre-pe, that's also if he nawarin himself. Lo see for yourself,” muttered Kevin to Agus.

“Why do you smell like this girl, Kev?” agus Sembur.

Kevin just glanced at him, then shut up and turned on his computer.

“Bangke, what did you do before you got here?!” Agus stayed away.

“Not necessarily know,” muttered Kevin.

Somehow the mood was up and down again, like something bad was going to happen in the near future.

“Heh!! Your name is Kevin?! Lo his girlfriend Aminah, Huh?!” Pepen stood up and pointed at Kevin.

“Gue Kevin, but I'm not his girlfriend Aminah,” Kevin said.

“Say him, you've kissed him, keep saying he wants to marry you! But you left him!"

“Where can I marry Aminah, unless I convert first,”

“Ya already spit out there! Liability lo!”

“Lo thinks religion can be substituted, the basis of madness. Lagian Aminah I am nothing, still halal path .. half,”

(why is there a word ‘half’? That's half halal? Hahaha).

“Besok Pakde wants to go to lo, talkin' everything! If you make Aminah cry, I poke in place, lo!”

“Do you want Pak Haji Sueb to my place?”

“You talkin continuation relationship lo!” suhut Pepen's.

Kevin immediately chuckled amusedly. If you know the reality of Kevin's real life, it will certainly be immediately rejected by Mr. Haji.

“Hoi, bro, if that's what's your business here? What are we doing about all of us? It's my business with Haji Sueb,” said Kevin.

“Iya really too, why did I waste energy earlier?” ask Kasep.

“He just wants to make a storm,” murmured Agus.

“Kalo lo like Aminah yes lo aja facing Pak Haji Sueb, propose marriage between cousins, hehehehe,” hiss Kevin.

“Ooooohhh bener alsoaaa,” Kasep instantly understand the meaning. “Lo likes your own cousin so you make Kevin an adventure! Ah, you Bangor! Bikin kese aje,” Omel Kasep.

“Dih, incest,” hiss Agus shudder.

Pepen's face was red because of the discovery. He stood up, yelled angrily, and ran towards Kevin.

“Aaaaahhh!!” shout Pepen.

Kevin reflexively stood up and dodged to the side. As a result Pepen fell, nyusruk down under the table.

Everyone laughed at his ridiculousness.

“Partially want to fight mabok first, we are all here again in a state of fit!”

“She is also treating like,” Kasep said while pointing at her own arm, giving the code to Kevin.

Kevin pulled Pepen's arm, then dragged him out of the cafe and let the half-conscious guy fall on the side of the road.

“Udah is not in the mood, I went home aja yak,” said Kevin.

“Lu lately not fun, Kev,”

Kevin sighed, “Gue wanted to nemenin nyokap me only, already malem. Tomorrow I think I'm truant again, want to sleep all day,”

Kevin grabs the motor key at the table and exits the internet cafe. “Oh yes, as usual I have paid ya until 12 o'clock malem,”

“Iyaaaaaa,” exclaim all her friends.

*

*

“Loh? Mom's son is home?” Mom looked at Kevin alternately with her gaze to the wall clock. At 11 p.m.

A form of fine satire typical of his mother.

“Kangen equals Mother,” muttered Kevin while grinning.

“Kalo kangen sama Mommy, bring by-by kek fitting home,” Mom pretends to grumble.

“Hehe,” Kevin kissed his mother's forehead and passed towards the bathroom before his mother realized that Nirmala's fragrance was still stuck in his body.

Under the shower she lowered her head, water droplets drenching her body. His eyes stared towards his hanging manhood.

What the hell have I been doing all this time?

Think Kevin.

How many women does he feel? Feel it? What's the point if one woman who really likes even away and shiraknya, because of his activities during this time?

Kevin used to feel like he was the greatest man of all men. All the women bow to him.

But right now, he felt it was useless. There are still women who consider se-ks is not everything.

He feels dirty now. If he used to be comfortable playing all day after doing bed activities, now he feels he has to shower as often as possible.

I need to stop playing, especially with women. Think Kevin.

Then, I'll find Nirmala.

Building everything from the beginning.

According to Kevin, things are different in Nirmala. The principle of the woman is very graceful. Also, somehow, the way he hugged Kevin was very fitting. The fragrance was also not excessive, the reaction of his body was also very natural.

And his shy, shy and shy attitude when looking at Kevin, even though they have done it. Is that how the newlyweds behave?

Am I acting this way because this is the first time a woman has rejected me? My life is really low! Kevin's inner self while turning off the shower and grabbing his towel.

Then he went into his room to put on his clothes.

*

*

"Mom?" call Kevin. His mother was sitting in front of the tv watching a doom show while snacking on glass chips.

"Hm?" mumbling his mother while looking.

Kevin sat next to his mother, hugged her, and hid his face in her stomach.

He's snuggling up there.

"Tumben you are spoiled," hiss Mother as she rubbed her half-wet curls.

"Again tired of being alive" sizzled Kevin.

"Are all tired of living? You just took care of 267 million Indonesian people?" joking mother.

"What a punch," muttered Kevin annoyed.

"You're funny, after all,"

"Hit ..." Kevin kept his face down.

"That mother has been mating with you to the point of almost dying, you see. The present you even say tired of living? I'm sad, I'm so,"

"Oh yes, really. I'm sorry, ma'am," Kevin snuggled back up. This time his body position was more rounded than before.

"Eh, Kev, this afternoon Aminah came here, Aminah said tomorrow Mr. Haji Sueb wants to see you,"

"Hit ..."

"Are you really dating Aminah?"

"Where is it possible" muttered Kevin.

"What will Haji do tomorrow?"

"You asked my son to marry you" Kevin recalled Pepen's words.

"Well?!"

"Hit ..." Kevin is lazy.

"Don't tell me you've been 'it' with Aminah,"

"I'm not okay, still a virgin she is, like," said Kevin.

"Kok 'kaya'?"

"I don't know who knows if she has a boyfriend. I'm not her boyfriend, anyway,"

"Why are you curling up like this?"

"Hem." this time Kevin was lazy to answer.

"You ... Another heartbreak, huh?"

And Kevin raised his face, looking at his mother, "Kok you know?"

"You've done it, not passion,"

"Hum..." Kevin leaned back on the sofa as he raised his head upwards.

"You know that heartbreak is a pain like mending do not need to fall in love," he lamented.

"Who?" search Mother.

"The very woman ... Graceful, elegant, classy, soft, calm,"

"Mother, dong?" Mom grins.

"Ih, narcissistic," sizzled Kevin.

"That's the mother's character, hahahahah!"

"She's my age, anyway,"

"Seriously you're Kev?!" Mom stopped her grinning and looked at Kevin in disbelief.

Kevin nodded, "He turned me down because I thought I was a snot boy and a chickpeasant,"

"Yes reasonable dong,"

"Well Motheruuu! Why is my mother's response so! Nyesel I confide!" exclaim Kevin.

"Loh, did you have to respond to whataaa?! You shot a girl not seeing a place! If you look at your age, look at the future, not looking for a boyfriend, but a husband! Make a living and raise children together. It's not the dating level to hold hands at a cafe liveshow!" his mother said, blushing.

Kevin quiet.

Why does her mother speak almost as well as Nirmala?!

"I can carry children everywhere, ngasuh, make a living soon to find work out of graduation. Just go first why the hell?!" lamented Kevin.

"That's not the concept of keeev, "Mom waved his hand. "That's the difference if you're still the same boy is well established. This is not a matter of 'the way first', if it is already well established mah mind 'tomorrow should be able to walk to the left or to the right', ituuu,"

"Nobody knows the future, Mom,"

"But the future can be planned, and at the same time think of his anticipation if the plan fails,"

Kevin stunned.

"It's very complicated what an adult thinks" he lamented, but still with a dumb face.

"Yes, you will experience it later. But not now. You guys have different thoughts. It's natural that you're rejected now, but not necessarily tomorrow you're rejected either,"

"Hem..," muttered Kevin as he folded his hands in front of his chest. He was thinking well of his mother's words.

Waking up that morning with a headache, Kevin complained and muttered bitterly. Sayup-sayup from a distance heard the sound of the dawn call. With eyes still adjusting the light, Kevin remained lying on his bed, hugging his large pillow and silently listening to the muadzim finished chanting the prayer call for Muslims.

Just now, he dreamed of Nirmala.

And it wasn't a good dream. Repeatedly implied were Nirmala's words of rejection. So deep the pain he felt.

I don't know why.

When he woke up from his sleep, he felt insecure. Kevin tried to get up and sit on the edge of the bed, getting rid of his blanket that was always wrapped around his waist. The cross pendant in her mother's necklace that shifted to the back of her neck she sipped to the front of her chest, then ruffled her hair randomly.

Kevin finally got his phone. “Bu Ida, I am not admitted to school today. Be ill. Doctor's letter tomorrow I bring,” So tight. A short message was sent to the principal.

Finally, because his brain was mumbling, without waiting for Ms. Ida's reply, he went up and put on her clothes, then walked towards the computer in front of him.

Want to find an example of a doctor's reference letter for dipalsuin. (Isa! Fucking bengal!)