WHEN I FELL IN LOVE
Chapter 32
Today Jayadi came to my house early in the morning. It seemed like he could already accept the fact that he was now an unemployed man. How not? From earlier he kept raving about middle-class business ideas to me. He said, "we, as the young people of this nation, should be creative and idealistic, Bang. Don't rely too much on capitalists! What do the people in America say, seeing us young is too easily blinded by the false light of capitalism?!" Then, with a burning spirit he got up from his seat, and said, "female with image! Fuck the department! Fuck the caste!"
"What are your plans, Jay?" ask her.
"Well, there it is, Bang. What do we think Bang Bento should do?" he answered, then sat back down.
"You fuck Jayadi!" reply, annoyed.
What the fuck is this guy?! He continued to talk about anti-capitalism and idealism. But he himself did not know what to do with his life. "Continue what do you mean by raving at length about middle-class business ideas? And your rant about anticapitalism, what does it mean? I think you secretly have a passion like Tan Malaka. Goddamnit!"
"And his intention was to motivate Bang Bento," he replied, haphazardly. Then he took the cup in front of him, then immediately sipped the hot coffee inside, "duh, hot," he said, rubbing his lips. It's funny I saw it.
I think it's good that if I start a business, I'm still young. Well, who knows, this is my path to success, and it just so happens that Jayadi invited me to do business. Yes, as you know, Jayadi is the most appropriate person for me to make a business partner. Because he was very close to me, and we trusted each other.
Jayadi had thrown me some middle-class business ideas. Starting from the culinary business that is being hit among young people, selling clothes, and developing my mother's pastry business. I was interested in those three ideas. Because others like, being a land broker, loan sharks, credit for glassware, and selling drugs in the market, it interests me less.
Regardless of our chat about plans to start a business. There was one moment that surprised me and I am proud of Jayadi today. When the time had shown around three o'clock in the afternoon, when he and I were still busy talking about our plans in the future. Suddenly he said he wanted to pick Fitri back from school, and then accompanied Fitri to a basketball game between students.
Which makes me wonder (as well as happy). Since when did Jayadi become so close to Fitri? To the extent that she asked Fitri to pick her up home from school? Then, watch a basketball game? both? C'mon Jayadi! Teach me how to start. So that I can practice it, in my love story that—you know—is getting more complicated.
