The Story of Sigma Men
15. Calories
Once upon a time I was home from school.
Zahid and Devrieya sit together in the school garden.
“Your father is still long here?”
“Papa still have a short meeting. Maybe another half hour to arrive here.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. There was still enough time to connect our scientific discussions back then, Dev. Last thing about flat and round earth right?”
“Oh yes, Zahid. The time of flath earth addicts made the UN logo as a strong reason that the earth is flat.”
“Not relevant anyway in my opinion. Well then tell them, do not watch the world cup, because the tropics are globe-shaped, not flat. Ha ha.”
“But the explanations from them sometimes make sense too. Use maths attention all.”
“Ya about mass type, Bebbhh.”
“You why the hell call me bebhh? Fancy ya?”
“Yes is. Time yes yes.... ****..”
“Acts dong.”
“What?”
“Geli wet tickle.”
“Annnjj. Ni boy. Enter dong pak eko. Even though mr. Eko has come home.”
“What was it about mass type?”
“I've seen it on Youtube. They experimented by placing several objects of different weight in the water. One drowned completely. One and a half drowned. And another one floats on the surface. Based on these experiments, they broke the law of gravity on the grounds that objects that fall to the earth because of the influence of the mass of the type of object and not because of the influence of gravity. For me, this is not make sense because it is impossible for the law of gravity to be rejected one hundred percent. It is scientifically proven that if an object falls in a vacuum and there is no outside influence, for example one object weighs 1 kilogram and one fifty kilograms, the other, when it falls to Earth, its acceleration will be the same. Gravity certainly has its effect.”
Devrieya occasionally tidied up her uncluttered veil.
“There was once a student during Junior High who argued with me about this flat earth. He said, can be seen from the shape and structure of the railway, within a few kilos will remain flat. I am so amused that Bebbhh heard the stupid boy's talk. I immediately denied that nonsense. I said, I've been on a train tuutt. tuutt. He he's. I once took the Bebbhh train from Palembang to Lubuk Linggau. We leave early in the morning until there in the afternoon. Well the right way back to Palembang again the train leaves at night. Right at the beginning of the journey from Linggau to Muara Enim, the train will shake rather quickly compared to the right go. Making the railroad as a reference or basis that the earth is flat is absolutely wrong. The reason, in the distance of a few kilometers sometimes there are unevenly bent rails because of expansion caused by heat and pressure around the rails, not to mention the influence of the ground surface that sometimes changes which causes the shape of the rail to change as well.”
“So until now you have believed that our earth is round?” devrieya asked a bit of a joke.
“It's not a belief. Why do we believe in scientific facts? Do you believe two plus two equals four? Do you believe that the rice you eat will be a source of energy? Are you sure that the rainwater from the sky comes from the water on earth?”
“Over my left brain grows hair as well nih.”
“For what do we make clear something that is already clear? For example, what to explain, oh green is like this. What do you mean by red? Clarifying something that is already obvious will only make you confused. Just as if we look at someone's face continuously, the longer we will feel strange with that person, the longer the more unfamiliar, finally the fact becomes ambiguous.”
“I don't understand your logic, Zahid. You're such a freak. Said you often argue with teachers well.”
“Not argue Beebbhh. Just a scientific discussion. Just like us. But with the teacher, it's more exciting. Oh yeah, you're a girl, why do you like exact lessons? Though the girl is lazy to think critically and difficult to think abstract.”
“It's nice to like something that many people hate.”
“Anti-mainstream. Meaning you Bebbhh would rather discuss the small intestine and endorphins well hormones than ghibah next-door schoolgirl more bohai.”
“Asstaagaa... ghibah it's the same..”.
“Oh,” says Zahid while mangosteen. “I just reason. Means that time eating humans means you like ghibah huh. Kan ghibah it's like eating a fellow carcass.”
“Asstagaaa.. It's not so, Zahid. I don't like ghibah. If it is grilling, most ghibah the neighbor cat mpuss who if pooping to everywhere.”
“Oh, God. One of the criteria for my future wife is not to enter the word ghibah into her daily dictionary.”
“We talked about the others just dong, Zahid. Uzlah it's your friend since when?”
“He's my best friend since entering madrasah ibtidaiyyah. I'm in a class with him for ten years. Our dream is the same: want to be a scientist.”
Devrieya clucked in admiration. He occasionally glanced at Zahid, not daring to stare.
“Clearly discuss what problem is the same he?”
“Two keywords: Science and the future. Not far from those two. The rest is about the ball. You like balls?”
“Annjj. Asked like it or not.”
“Because there are, so don't like.”
“So like it if there is no? What kind of logic is this?”
“Papa have ball at home.”
“Waaww.”
Devrieya narrowed her eyes while gnashing her lips. “Your heart must think otherwise.”
“Astaagaa... Yes it's a football leg right? Ball to play. Your dad's got the ball. Must be two balls. Keep you Bebbhh does not like the same ball because it already has. Can be so the flow of logic goes.”
“Crazy this High School Boy! I'm not really a hobby with balls. But... like the same player.”
“Who? Ronaldo sure. Messi. Not far from it.”
“Yeehh. My papa. Papa is a hobby of playing ball.”
“By a match with me.”
“Emang can you play?”
“Should ask shrewdly or not. Can't or can't Bebhh.”
“How arrogant are you young. How good it is to play ball.”
“Let's see me play sometime.”
“Sip. The Uzlah is smart too he said.”
“He always ranks one Bebbhh. Don't ask again.”
“Oh yes. Let's look at the next three years. Who will get first rank and champion.”
Zahid had met many women for more than nine years, but they were all unlike Devrieya, this one sweet girl was not like most girls.
“Bebbhh why is your interest so high in science?”
“I was actually asked by Papa to master various kinds of exact lessons until college later so that later he could work in the company where papa worked.”
“Papa works where and what is its position?”
“Working at PT ONE MIGAS. As HR Director. Papa is trying to get promoted. Papa wants to be Dirut.”
“The question is, why does the beautiful, intelligent Devrieya and the rich kid want to go to Gaul Private High School? Why not get into an elite and top school?”
“Because, the principal, is, that father, is, my uncle. This principal of our school is my father's biological brother. If the school is here, I have a guard. So.”
“Nepotism dong. If you can rank can not fair dong. Insider, sanggol dong.”
“Suudzon you Zahid. I can actually enter without a test to State High School Once Plus. But I didn't take.”
“Annjj.. jjiirr ni galsa is apparently smart. Must immediately sign a love proposal so that this relationship is immediately built. Hm, just like Uzlah, the difference is that he did not take the school because he wanted a school with me. Not a school with a principal. Ha ha.”
Devrieya sighed. “This is a love proposal. Just walk it. The important thing is to keep learning. This school has a lot of achievements too. Many graduates also entered the state campus. There are also those who directly work in large companies.”
“Beyond intention and prayer, yes important brain, mental, skill, and insider. Yes insider.”
Devrieya's forehead wrinkled. “Nyentang anyways?!”
Zahid shook his head quickly.
TIN TIN'S... TIN
Devrieya watched over to the source of the voice. “Papa. Hm, Zahid, it's old. Chest.”
Zahid stood up. “Ready! How many calories does a pretty, smart girl and rich kid need during a nearly half-hour conversation with a mediocre guy? The answer is equivalent to the nominal transaction that I have to pay tomorrow.”
