The World's Different Lover

Tumben Shower Afternoon?

“Tumben afternoon-afternoon do you shampoo?” julia asked when she found out her son had just come out of the bathroom. 

“Loh, Mom? Already home?” reflex Bayu surprised, but quickly he can control himself and act as normal as possible. “Iya, this is sultry. Run out of the way.”

Fortunately, the forbidden activity ‘itu’ was completed before Julia returned home. Lf it doesn't? Bayu could not think about it any further, as it could possibly be fatal. Absolutely fatal. Even just thrown a trivial question that Bayu felt so shivering. The usual questions have different meanings for him.

“How? Any information?” ask Julia and look around at the bushel on the kitchen table.

Bayu. 

“This is loud who?”

“It was from Liana, she said her mother ran out aqiqah.”

“Oh ...” Julia took the food out of the bushel. “Goat, Yu. You eat! Invite the Princess too, already on what meal has not?”

“Let's go, Mom. Let us just take it ourselves.” The wood went straight into the room. 

Arriving at the room, Bayu looked at the woman with a grimacing face. Maybe something is being felt? 

“How about me?” ask Princess. 

Bayu scratched his head in confusion. “Mandi only, let's just say nothing ever happened.”

“Can I be like that?” Princess is not good at pretending.

“Must be able,” Reply Bayu. “You can go out first? I want to change clothes.”

The princess nodded and headed straight to the bathroom. There was a pain felt by the woman that it looked so strange while walking. And Bayu himself does not know, whether until when he was like that. There was a feeling of worry in her that could have raised a suspicion. Because one by one it could be continuous if Julia is sensitive and connect it.

“Hopefully no,” murmured to himself.

***

The next day, Bayu went to work with a million spirits. His face was bright. His strength seemed to increase by tens of times. He thinks it's weird. What would this be like if one had already entered into a unifying relationship. It was as if a heaped burden and an excess of curiosity spilled over instantly at that moment and left a relief afterwards. But strangely he even experienced a sort of— addiction. Yeah, that's the right word. Because every time it is imagined, one of its members lives alone without orders. And his instincts keep wanting him again, again and again.

“Crazy, all the work is almost done the same as him, as Popeye ate spinach,” kampleng seloroh to Bayu in front of his friends.

“After being able to match the level of tuh tuh,” timpal Koreng and the roughness of Halim as well. But Bayu chose to smile and be silent. Bayu thought, it is not necessary that all problems can be told to the general public. Especially this kind of privacy. There are consequences to be borne, relationships to fellow friends are not always in a state of harmony. It would be better to avoid that. Because God hides his disgrace in meetings. 

“You haven't answered my question, Yu. Where'd you have a girl like that?” asked Krempeng as if he did not tire of asking that - it was just. Until Bayu feels careless. “I think you're ugly, why can you get a pretty girl?”

“I multiply pray,” replied Bayu briefly. For him, the brake lining of the motor he was repairing was more attractive than the ugly look of Krempeng.

“You think God just sent it from the sky?”

“I'm busy, don't you wonder if there will be forgetfulness.” Bayu still pretends to be busy doing his job.

“Where did it come from? Why would you like a mediocre man like you. Do you have some kind of compassion?”

“Outside!” spray Bayu with a sharp look.

“Maybe if you're rich, it can still make sense. But, you have no advantages at all other than fat. I think, the vision of the woman is indeed something wrong.”

“Dia—ah, stop. What are you talking about for. Want to like it or not and how about our relationship, it's none of your business.”

“Just like that you're angry. As your friend, I wonder so. I'm curious too. Maybe there's a trick I can emulate. You are very sensitive.”

“How am I insensitive? You ask the same question over and over again. Saying I'm ugly anyway. I thought even if I reflected I was still better than you look.”

“Aha aha ihi hihuh aaha hihuh?” ask Halim. (what is this, make a fuss?)

“This again, follow-up!” say Bayu.

“Hahah hahuk!” (Basic janc*k!)

“If the handsome swearing still mengingan. This is a bad guy, swearing again. Basic soy!”

“Daddy, Yu,” sahut Kampleng rectify his speech. All three help Bayu so that his work is completed faster. While another friend named Koreng was busy alone with Pakde the owner of this workshop. Especially if they are not enslaved. Surely he was telling him these things and it was unrelenting. All employees memorize the habits of Pakde; if you like one person, it must be that person - that's all he told. Therefore Bayu always seems to build a wall up high so that Pakde is not too close to him, his goal-yes to avoid this kind of misfortune.

“While the batteries are not watching us, we better go to warteg only,” Kampleng said to invite Bayu and Halim.

Bayu immediately replied, “sure you don't wait for Koreng first?”

“Waiting for him was very long. I'm hunting to die of hunger.”

“If only lunch break would not happen!” selak Bayu fast. “Fasting people just don't eat all day are still alive.”

“That's another story, Yu,” Kampleng replied. “You don't see my body that shabby these clubs?” 

“I'm also surprised at you, as much as a garbage truck you eat never makes a difference. Still a bone. I thought you were eating with the devil. That's why you've never been part of.”

“Hahah, huh! Hahan hahan! Aho!” Halim grumbled in annoyance and preceded them in front of him. (Huh, already! Eat eat! Come on!)

“Put the key, let's otewe. Not necessarily Koreng eat with us, if he eats the same battery-aki? We can wait for pecuma.”

“HAHUT!” hail Halim again.

“Cap, Pleng! Unplug!” said Bayu then throw all the equipment in his hand. The three then walked to the new opening warteg not far from the workshop they worked.

“Warteg BEN WARG, guest please hungry!” so the writing is displayed in front of the warteg. “There's-there's just his name,” muttered Bayu, “aku is new here, nih,” he told Kampleng.

“Bah! Behind the times. I've been here a lot, Yu. In addition to the comfortable place, there is a widow so more at home I.”

“This quality of yours, Pleng. Widow keep thinking about you. Worth your money always hovering.”

Then they ordered food.

“Sri .. cah ayu, drink warm tea as sweet as you yes, Sri.” moda Kampleng in front of the storefront.

“You're ridiculous once.” Bayu shuddered in disdain with that contrived-sounding tone.

“Wear, this, this, this.” Kampleng pointed to the menus displayed in the storefront.

“Bayu ...,” call someone and all three turn their head.