Tumbar Candidate
Special Spaghetti
“Your room is open. Next time, if there's a problem, call Aila's family. Not anyone else. Even if someone else, that person must be Mother or Father knows. Understand, Honey?”
Lista agreed with her mother's words in lethargy. After fixing his bag of salempangnya, Lista moved to the second floor where the room is located.
At the top of the stairs, his steps began to swallow. So careful just to check there is nothing strange around him anymore. Lista's level of alertness doubled upon entering her room.
Safe.
There was nothing different except that the shape of the window was already iron-restricted. At least with that, Lista did not have to worry that something had appeared from there.
The bag was hung near the study table. Uniform buttons are opened one by one from the top. Drowsiness attacks him suddenly. His uniform was also hung near the bag, followed by his grey skirt.
Lista was already unable to resist the drowsiness and instantly broke down just by wearing a black tank top and half thigh shorts. There was nothing else that Lista thought about other than achieving her dream.
However, Lista felt that she had just fallen asleep for less than a minute when her name was called out loud. His eyes were half closed when he was forced to get up. His body was so heavily invited to move, but Lista was not willing to ignore the call.
The door of his room was open, Lista came out without any problem. But then he felt like he had arrived somewhere else. The girl was trying to regain all her consciousness in order to properly browse this place, but it was difficult. His eyes remained half-open even though Lista had already forced him. His view is limited because of this. Only two can be caught.
Darkness and old wells.
“Nak, here, your husband waitin.” The clear voice gave the word.
Lista turned back, finding Arta's mother standing with a smile.
“Suami?” Lista asked softly. He forced his eyes open, but still only half of it could be seen.
The woman embraced Lista like a child herself, exposing her to the figure of the young man that Lista was very familiar with. Arta. The young man seemed to be smiling faintly as he approached Lista. Although usually Lista was a bit less concerned about the young man, but this time Lista unconsciously gave her sweet smile to Arta. However, after the two were less than 20 inches away, a long-fingered black hand emerged from behind Arta's back. Pulling up Lista's hand quickly, before Lista processes what happened to her. The pull of the black creature with an abstract form brought Lista to an old well. Pull it inside. Breath choked. Lista shouted until her eyes managed to open wide. He found himself lying in a room he was in. List room itself. The girl was wobbly researching around. His chest was rubbed to ease the pounding of his strong heart.
“Dream germs ... only dream.” Lista calmed herself down by saying those two words repeatedly.
Lista got up from his lying position. The phone was checked to check the time, but Lista's attention was diverted instead with a message from a contact named ‘Lista's Boy who was in the middle of the day. Intrigued acutely rampant so that Lista directly checked the message.
|Ma² mw ktmu sm lo. Mw gw jmput or lo bsa dtng itself?|
15.08
|Gw udh d rumh lo. Cpetan. |
15.30
| BCara sm bokap lo kyk mw nglmar clon bini. |
15.32
| Nyeremin. Klwr cpt an |
15.32
|Atw, we have smperin lo k kmr lo!|
15.39
Lista read the rows of messages with furrowed brows. Obviously not Aila's message because it was written that the sensation of talking to Lista's father was like proposing to women—Lista immediately remembered Arta. Especially in his class, Arta had to tinker with his phone. Maybe the young man was keeping his number on Lista's phone with such a name.
After turning off the phone, Lista panicked and went straight out of the room. In the middle of the winding stairs, Lista saw on the sofa that Arta was sitting facing her father who was turning his back to the stairs. The young man noticed Lista's presence and looked at her so thoroughly. Lista wanted to check her appearance, fearing less. And it is true that his appearance is strange. He wears clothes that are too revealing.
Lista ran back to the room. The closet opened, taking out a piece of gray T-shirt and black training pants. After tidying up a bit of her braided hair since at school earlier, she immediately walked out of the room. Approaching Arta and her father.
“Lista?” Father greeted Lista as her daughter stood beside her. “You never said you had a guy.” I stood up, ready to go. “Dad permission you go with him, with a note: first, it should not be more than an hour; second, there should be Aila; third, take your hape, make sure it is active continuously, and, because Dad will pick you up if the previous two conditions you did not meet. Understand, Father's Gem?”
“I—ya, Yah.” Lista answered softly.
Arta stood up after Lista's father left. However, he did not feel relieved because Lista's father still continued to look at her until she disappeared at the kitchen door. Arta immediately threw out her breath that felt held back since meeting her father Lista.
“This is already nervous, how about real sleep?” muttered Arta who was caught by Lista's ear.
“Hah?”
“Budek basics! Take the same bag hape there! We're leaving now. I don't have much time.”
Lista nodded clumsily. He turned around, then found his father appearing again with a sharp gaze fixed on Arta. Lista turned to her impromptu boyfriend for a moment.
“Om ...” Arta widened her smile with both hands in front of her stomach, then nodded respectfully. It looked so ridiculous in Lista's eyes, that it was hard for Lista to hold back her smile.
Not waiting for the order twice, Lista immediately went to her room. Take the necessary objects, then get out of the yard of the house using Arta's car.
Just a quarter of the way, Arta stopped. It was interesting to the lista. “Why?”
“Fetch temen lo.”
Lista looked to the left. Aila's house is clearly visible, and Lista's best friend approaches Arta's car.
“I can't believe, you're really qualified Dad,” said Lista in a slightly proud tone.
“Forced.”
“But even if you have to, you need to sell. Rarely, a guy can keep his promise.”
Lista was unconscious, if the sentence managed to make Arta desperately hold a smile. To distract him, he turned to his right side. His jaw moved up and down swallowing a nervous sign.
“Where are we going, anyways? The mall? A cafe? Or where to?” asked Aila who was already sitting in the back seat with a clumsy smile at Arta.
“My house.” Arta answered briefly, then drove her car. “Nyobain my nyokap trial recipe. Who knows, you could get poisoned.”
The sarcasm of Arta even invited Aila's thin smile and Lista's plot.
“Ya, can be. Provided that I enter RS, you want to payin.” Aila steadfastly answered the sentence that she thought Arta's guyonan was.
“No money I have to go out just to pay for your medical expenses. If you are poisoned, I mending live rent a grave digger.”
“Good indeed, nih, boy!” Aila laughed, but instantly stopped as Arta's sharp gaze was fixed on her through the rearview mirror. However, Aila was able to breathe a sigh of relief because nothing bad happened next after she lent the famous young man the killer.
The car stopped again in front of a minimarket.
“Lo buy ice cream three there!” arta's word to Aila. “Nih! Two chocolate flavors, one is up to lo!” He handed over a piece of paper money bearing the image of Soekarno-Hatta. “Take the change.”
“Lo think I people can't afford what?” grumbled Aila while grabbing the money. He came out with a face made to pretend to be pouting.
A second after the sound of the door being slammed was heard, Arta immediately brought herself closer to Lista who had just been silent while looking down at her strange dream.
“Why?”
Lista gasped in shock as she turned her face up and found Arta too close to her. He had to close himself to the window to give him some breathing distance.
“Ngak. No papa.” Lista answered nervously. His gaze instantly fell as Arta looked at him full of probes.
“Lo don't want to be honest with me, Girlfriend?”
“M ...” Lista looking for a reason. Her dream was too strange to tell Arta, so she answered something else. “You why call me ‘pacar’? Weird know, no?”
“But weird. Call the List only can be.”
“Okey, Darling.”
“Kak Arta ...”
“The choice is just two: girlfriend, or dear?”
“Nothing. Weird all.”
“Yaudah, ‘boyfriend’ if it is.”
“Kak ...” Lista whining.
The back door is open. Aila fixed her seat while handing over two ice creams to Arta and Lista.
“Kok I like a waiter here anyway?” said Aila.
“Lo face supports bang.”
“Anj4y lo!” reply Aila.
“Bukain, Darling.” Arta said when Lista handed over her ice cream.
In the back, Aila painstakingly held her laughter hearing Arta's call. The list snorted lightly, but reluctantly refused Arta's orders.
The car moved again unhindered until they reached a three-story, ivory-white house. They came out almost simultaneously. When on the terrace, the door is wide open. Arta's mother appeared with a wide smile, but faded when she noticed Aila's presence.
“This is Lista, Ma, Aila. Bokapnya Lista does not allow his son to be taken if Aila does not come. So .. forced.” Arta explained.
Aila grumbled inwardly as the word ‘forced’ pronounced Arta in a resigned tone.
“Aila is here?” Stella's voice came from behind her mother's body. “Gotly coincidence. My job is stacking. Come with me, do my job!” stella's word is without burden.
Lista was about to open her mouth to protest, but was cut quickly by her mother Arta.
“Well, Nak Lista joined Auntie huh? It was not perfect try spaghetti made by Aunty, now Aunty make again. And Nak Lista has to spend it. Okay?”
Lista only resigned when dragged by her mother Arta to the dining room. Spaghetti is served on a plate which is then thrust on the Lista at the dinner table.
Arta's mother waited for Lista to eat it by sitting in a chair facing Lista. Reluctantly disappointing, Lista scoops him carefully. Just like this morning, his appetite was like being dragged to the bottom even though his mother Arta's cooking looked evocative.
When it enters the mouth, the cyst feels a strange sensation. Spaghetti feels so chewy in her mouth that it takes a little longer to swallow. Each time he finished swallowing the spaghetti, Lista drank water to smooth his throat. Before the spaghetti runs out, the stomach is full.
“Sorry, Aunt. The list cannot be destroyed. Belly Kayak want to explode,” Lista said.
“No papa, Honey. Next time try another Auntie recipe, huh?” her mother Arta said.
“Iya, Aunt.”
Lista was allowed out after her mother Arta put the dishes in the sink. Arta was checking her phone seriously on the sofa when Lista approached.
“Lo why? Really good as abis wrestling.” Arta commented while putting her phone on the table.
“That's great,” replied Lista cecunya. He sat leaning against the sofa half a meter away from Arta. His eyes were closed because they were comfortable. It was only a moment because Lista instantly realized where she was now. His eyelids are raised. He gasped when Arta's face was again too close to him.
“Why?” Lista asked nervously.
Arta stuck out her hand. With a very smooth movement, the corner of the upper lip of the Lista rubbed it, then showed a thick red liquid typical of sauce on his thumb.
“Jorok how you eat.” Arta spoke slowly. Despite cleaning Lista's face, she did not return to her place. Arta again touched Lista's lips with the same hand after being wiped on her jeans. Their distance was too close until Arta's warm breath greeted Lista's face. Not to mention the touch of Arta's finger on her lips was very delicate. Lista was briefly lulled because of it.
“Liplo original?” ask Arta lirih.
“Mm?” Lista muttered, asking Arta what she meant.
“Lo don't wear lipstick or what? The red looks natural.”
“Not your business.”
“How does it feel, huh?” whisky Arta. His hands moved to the sidelines of the hair of the List behind his ears. Increasing the distance between them. However, the consciousness of the two recovered as the sound of a step approached. Arta returned to her original position after clearing her throat once. His jaw moved to swallow the saliva, indicating that there was a strong desire that was being held back.
From the top floor, Aila ran quickly. He looked panicked.
“Which toilet? Toilet?” tanyanya.
“Decks kitchen.” Arta replied while pointing at the room that Lista entered earlier.
Aila immediately ran to where Arta was pointing. The young man suddenly tensed for a moment after hearing his own answer.
“Why, Brother?” tanya Lista was curious.
“Ngak papa.”
A few minutes later, Aila appeared while smothering her mouth. As she took off her hand, Aila's face looked like she wanted to vomit. He seemed to be painstakingly holding the turmoil in his stomach.
“Udah, Ai?” Lista was astonished to see Aila's expression.
Aila replied with a nod. “We're home now!” said firmly.
Arta picked up her car council that was right next to her phone. She said nothing, but her actions had already shown agreement to Aila's words.
While propping up Aila, Lista walked over. Aila could not hold back her nausea for too long. As he approached the car, he spilled his white guts. Lista scowled Aila's nape while glancing at Arta who showed a cold expression. After Aila felt calm, they continued to the car.
“Sorry, Brother. Your page gets dirty,” said Lista after sitting next to Aila in the back seat.
“Lo do not need to think about it,” said Arta firmly.
“You why the hell, how to gini?” ask Lista to Aila who looks very sad.
“Gue phobia same worm,” said Aila slowly.
“Terus?” Lista is getting curious.
“In the sink wash dishes, I even see the animal motion-motion on the plate. Maddened. I want to feel really nauseous. Jeez, just imagine I want to be nauseous again.” Aila closed her mouth tightly, as well as her eyes.
“Ca-cing?” Lista spelled the name of the animal in wonder. His gaze turned to Arta who also glanced at him through the rearview.
“That might have been Stella. He likes worms because he likes fishing in the pool behind the house. Before being made into bait, the worms are cleaned first in the sink. Sorry, if you are uncomfortable with the same strange behavior Stella.”
Aila flicked her hand once, in response that she did not want to bother about it further.
Their journey home was a lot of silence.
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