The Tomboy's

Fiza: Thought of Budhe Being a potential Mantu

Today I went home busking in the evening. I saw the bokap sitting glued watching the television show. My habit is to fill my time by watching television.

"Nyuwun pangapunten nggih, sir. Kula wangsul late!"

(Sorry sir, I came home late)

I just look at it while nodding. I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Our dinner was the same as yesterday. Very solemn and there is only silence. If for example I get an invitation to dinner in the noble family environment. I'm not awkward, man!

I remember Yuna. After driving home and had a chat with the child, the corner of my heart that was the deepest immediately missed.if only I had a sibling, if only I had a sibling, surely I will not be lonely and can share the joy of suffering with him. Bokap I must also be more excited, because the house is crowded. Hiya... I was imagining this anyway?

After dinner and cleaning the kitchen, I took a shower. Not forgetting to brush your teeth. It was a ritual before I was in my comfortable bed.

I remember my conversation with Bobby when we were busking this afternoon. Our band failed to be proposed by Mas Lanang because we did not have our own original song. Yes, all this time we were too comfortable with covering songs - songs of other singers. Bobby might be able to make the tone, but can't make the lyrics, whereas I can't be second - second. I can only sing. It's also because of the clam. I'm not interested in being an artist, man! In my mind it is stored - the noble mind that is working in the palace environment or in the museum of cultural heritage, begitchu. Unfortunately my mind had to run aground so it turned into a busker. By the way, speaking about the ramen, I forgot to share the results of busking to friends. Hope they don't nag me.

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The next day, after I finished cooking breakfast. Bobby came - came.

"Damn it, Lo Za! Money from the results Lo kekep themselves. Know you? I was sprawled all night!"

Bobby lays out his protest. I just ngakak.

"Why don't you come to my house?"

"Suppose I'm the same as papi lo. Night - night comes to collect money. Ilok ra! Lo too! Buy napa's phone? Let's call you easy!"

I just shrugged my shoulders, then went to the room to pick up my sling bag containing the abuse.

"I haven't counted Bob yet!"

I hand my sling bag over to Bobby so he can count the results himself.

"Sing teapot sopo nduk?"

(Who's coming, son?)

"Corn kulo, sir. Naminipun Bobby."

(My friend, sir. His name is Bobby)

Bobby grimaced towards my bokap then grimaced towards me. Then shake my bokap.

"Why do you want to have a daughter?" Bobby quipped while chuckling.

"Damn, Lo!" I was just in the form of lips.

"Kowe pacare Fiza?"

(You're Fiza's boyfriend?)

The grin on Bobby's lips instantly vanished. He looked at me with his horror. My turn is broken. Sukurin lo Bob, ready - ready in my bokap interview.

My bokap question was only responded to confusedly by Bobby. The reason is, Bobby doesn't speak krama. I speak to Bokap in krama. That's because my bokap cultivate manners in speaking. Although I'm not a noble descendant.

I saw Bobby's sweat start dripping. As big as corn. I was trying to tease Bobby.

"Gue's willing to be a translator, Lo. But give me the honor! A thousand dollars per one answer." I asked Bobby to negotiate.

Yes yes, if I graduate to become a scholar, my honor to translate manuscripts in the library Radya Pustaka much larger, you know!

"Whatever, you go!" Bobby surrender. Good jobs.

"Bobby namung kulang kok, sir!"

(Bobby is just my friend, sir)

"Ooooooo...." I only have a mangosteen - a mangosteen.

"Kowe cah ngendi?"

(Which child are you?)

This time Bobby himself answered by mentioning the name of one of the cities in Central Java. I am so surprised. Though fellow Central Javanese, but kok can not speak Javanese Krama.

Fix it! finally I got a ten thousand rupiah honor from Bobby to become a translator. Rejeki sholehah's son.

"Frequently - play yes, Bob!"

I received the money from Bobby while giggling amusedly.

"Gue play after I passed the Java language training course first deh!"

I ngakak. Reply yesterday afternoon I was laughed out by Bobby and the gank because I was estimated a daughter who was still abege.

Because I'm kind, friendly, righteous, and not arrogant. I'll take Bobby for breakfast.

Bobby's shy - shy that cat, man! Maybe he's still cringing because he thinks my girlfriend is.

"Well, let's just say that Lo paid ten stews!"

"Damn it, Lo Za!" bobby said in the form of lip movements.

Bobby looked even more clumsy when he saw my eating tradition and bokap who was so calm and polite. Boy installments like Bobby so a bit difficult to adapt.

"Crazy, Lo Za. Can open a personality course!"

"Hu 'um. All courses in Javanese krama. What do you want to be my first student?"

"Somewhat, if I get a royal princess. I'm directly listing the course to Lo! Yuk ah, I'm home."

I want to prank Bobby one more time. Curious I, could not the child say the word parting in Javanese Krama.

Bobby threw a thousand rupiah in my direction.

"Please, you're the only one!"

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"Your guess is polite, duwe konco kok boy begajulan ra duwe manners!"

(Your friend is not polite, have a friend who has no manners)

I'm just smiling. Forgive me sir, even if it's good, but Bobby is our life saver, sir. If I hadn't invited Bobby to busking, where might we have some money to eat.

Although Bobby was rude and could not speak manners, but he would lend a hand to me. Not like the rich snobs who have insulted me. Hais..so remembered the same friend mas Lanang who was so pretentious.

After cleaning the kitchen, I immediately clean the house by sweeping and mopping. When I was about to wash my clothes, someone knocked on my door.

I immediately came to the front, and saw an elegant couple my age standing at the door.

"Niki leres daleme pak Arbani Malik, Mas? Uh... Sir, sak retiku putrane sir Bani ki wedok to?"

(This is really Arbani Malik's house, Mas? uh... Sir, as far as I'm concerned, Bani's son is a woman, right?)

The mother asked her husband for his opinion. I smiled understandably.

"Express, Mom. Leres. Monggo pinarak rumiyin!"

(Yes ma'am, right. Please sit down!)

I invite guests to come inside. Fortunately, I took a broom and a mop.

"So good, sir, Mom!"

(For a moment, sir, ma'am!)

I immediately met Mr. Bani aka bokap me to tell about the arrival of his guests. Then I headed to the kitchen to prepare some warm tea. After serving drinks and snacks as perfumed, I immediately scrolled back to continue my laundry activities.

I was shocked when someone patted me on the shoulder from behind.

"Sregep, Nduk!"

(Great craving, son!)

"Kok mboten pinarak living room kemawon to, Budhe. The semrawut nipun lho!"

(Kok is not sitting in the living room just to budhe, this place is a mess you know)

I feel clumsy with the perlente mother who arrived - arrived nyamperin me at the well behind the house.

"Ra popo, Nduk. I want to buy your shape. I miss your mother. You look alike, Nduk. Wes ayu, sregep. Kowe wes duwe's boyfriend durung nduk?"

(It's okay, kid. I want to see your face. I miss your mother. Your face looks similar, son. It's beautiful, diligent anyway. You have a boyfriend yet, son?)

"The mother's question perlente made me salting. Girlfriend from thailand kali ma'am, but got a bar chick." I'm deep in the heart. Yeah, I'm more successful with girls than guys, mom.

"Shopper, Budhe. Kulo mboten had a date."

(Not budhe, I haven't had time to date)

Then I came back busy rinsing the laundry.it's not polite, huh? But what can be done, the question of the mother perlente it touched my feelings, so it makes me want to cry. That's why I try to endure this sadness by busy rubbing. Perhaps the feeling of sadness and annoyance that I feel this makes more spirit rubbing. Lost sadly, clean the laundry. Nope yeah?

"So where's my gelem ora, Nduk?"

(Being my daughter-in-law won't you, son?)

I immediately stopped. I looked at the mother perlente with a doubtful look.

Are you kidding mom?

It is not possible, a rich mistress like the mother perlente interested in being a daughter-in-law like me. Impossible. I cant believe. Kulo mboten percados.

I'm not like the girls out there ma'am, who 'i have a dream' became a cinderella by being the daughter-in-law of a rich man. I'm realistic, this is how it is. So I do not dare to dream as high as the sky aka grandiose.

"Child of saiki era must podo ra gelem set to yo? Pie nek kerjo nang kantoree mr dhisik? Karo know each other mbi mas Aksa?"

(Child today certainly does not want to be betrothed huh? How about working in his office first? While getting to know each other with Aksa mas?)

"Mas Aksa manika sinten njih, Budhe?"

(Who is Mas Aksa, Budhe?)

"Lha yo kuwi my son sing arep is not a match to your crew mbi, Nduk!"

(Lha, that's my son I'm going to betroth you to, son!)

The tantalizing offer from the mother perlente made me drool. Not because they want to be betrothed, man! But because they were offered a job. Honestly, I need a decent job for my life and my happiness. Unconsciously I nodded.

Tbc

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