#Move On, Jomb!
Chapter 6: Who's care?!!!
...PART II'S...
...APPROACHES...
...#Kepo about doi...
...“I was just wondering, not curious. Especially having feelings. Please distinguish!” —Riziq...
The warehouse, located behind the school, became a basecamp for the nine men who named their group as ‘Basupati’ with the slogan ‘No Fear of Death.’
They often held sudden gatherings in warehouses that they had arranged like a basecamp in general; there was a slightly torn black sofa in some parts, a rectangular wooden table in the middle, as well as various items from each member are stored in the old closet.
Because of its remote location, and close to a rickety hut with myths about ‘Mbak Juminten the inhabitant of Gubuk’ widely circulated in the school. Let alone the student **, Mr. Yoyo—cleaner— whose house is in the school ** was the most reluctant to enter the forbidden area.
Although there was Pak Hardi and Pak Maman who guarded the school, it is said that they were friendly with Mbak Juminten, so every need at night around the hut, Mr. Yoyo will ask for help from Mr. Hardi or Mr. Maman.
“People have been stale yet still afraid soan, after all we must believe the same Gusti, sir. The creature does exist, we just do not disturb aja anyway,” the scolding of Mr. Maman when Mr. Yoyo asked for help from him.
Not to be disrespectful to the older ones, but Mr. Maman felt that Mr. Yoyo needed to be reminded not to be like a child who was afraid of the occult.
Another case if Mr. Hardi helps Mr. Yoyo, he will more gently explain to Mr. Yoyo. “Bby, Sir. Can I help you again?” bargain Mr. Hardi when they have finished checking the Bu Cici Canteen, at night after the completion of the Scout race.
Mr. Yoyo shook his head slowly, he smiled warmly. “No, Son. Thank you for accompanying Mr.”
Mr. Hardi laughed softly, seeing Mr. Yoyo who was still working at his old age, reminding Mr. Hardi to his late father. “No need to hesitate, sir. It is also my job to help the school community, including Mr. After all, you do not have to be afraid again the same Mbak Juminten, he is good.”
Mr. Yoyo only smiled briefly when he heard Mr. Hardi's words, he was still young when he learned of the actual incident experienced by the Hut Dweller, making Mr. Yoyo parno because of it.
...•••...
Everyone who was in the warehouse, stared furiously at the presence of Bagas who suddenly interrupted Faris' conversation.
“Sort of this one cut a talk of handsome people anyway!” faris's Scratch.
Bagas only smiled a smile that showed off his row of white teeth. “Sori.”
“Advanced, Ris. So you mean ‘make mistake’ is what?” lerai Aldo, mediate. He gave a quotation mark through his hand, to reinforce the ambiguous sentence of Faris.
Faris took a breath first, there was pain in his stomach because of the actions of Wildan who attacked him earlier. “Nah, because I've mocked Meira as much as she fears, my karma is coming!”
Alki who was busy with pilus, still with his mouth chewed food, chimed in. “Karma what? Tumben lo is afraid of the same.”
Faris pulled Alki's head hard enough, causing Alki to cough as the pill got stuck in his throat. “Tahi lo!” alki while throwing three pilus at once towards Faris.
Faris avoided him quickly, smiling mockingly. “Salah lo herself,” reply.
“You guys are silent!” wildan. He wondered for himself if Alki and Faris were already in one close range, would definitely be bickering.
All was silent, especially Alki who kept the pills back. For food at home, ngirit.
Wildan stared intently at Faris. “Lanjinny!” her word.
Faris nodded, ready to explain. Before suddenly Bagas cried and called the words ‘rejection’ and ‘evil’ in two different sentences.
Alki who was beside Bagas, touched his forehead. “Lo cold, pain?”
Bagas shook his head, he grabbed Alki's hand and grasped it tightly. “Don't stay with me.” Bagas' voice sounded bitter.
Alki jumped in shock because amused by the behavior of Bagas like a person who had broken up. Alki brushed Bagas' hand. “Waras lo! Dih, amit-amit I mah.”
Bagas looked at Alki fiercely, then left by closing the warehouse door quite loudly. To make Azriel just come out of the bathroom, bending her head through the door.
“Why?” Azriel allowed her pants, she sat down next to Alki who was still horrified by Bagas' behavior.
“So there is Bagas, know-know directly cry, strange I see it.”
Azriel's forehead twitching. “Bagas? She's in the hospital.”
Silent, suddenly the aura in the warehouse was quieter. Even Wildan showed his tense look.
“Lah yes! He was absent this week because he was still sick, right?” chirps Gara.
“Bene! We haven't even looked at him yet, the day after yesterday we were last looking,” timpal Gibran, his face is getting pias.
Unlike Alki who had refrained from going to the toilet now. ”Terus was ...,” he hesitated.
Azriel pressed her shoulders, indifferent. He sipped the coffee he ordered at Bu Sri's Canteen.
“Mbak Juminten,” cetus Aldo.
Alki got up from his seat, he threw a dirty rag at Aldo. “Woi, don't joke lo!” it's emotion, a little fear.
“Why not say?” ask Riziq to Aldo.
“Nothing,” says Aldo.
Alki couldn't take it anymore not to go to the toilet. “Damn lo, Do!” she ran to the toilet.
Azriel chuckles amusedly at the frightened Alki. Then his memory moved on the incident yesterday afternoon when he came home from the hospital where Bagas was treated.
“Riz, you have any men?” ask Riziq who is working on engineering drawing tasks—Installation of Electric Lighting.
“What fruit?”
Gibran's perverted brain was enlightened upon hearing that ambiguous word. “Betah Riel, lo playnya so?” funny joke.
Azriel bought, Gibran chose to close his lips, not to be spray Azriel's anger.
“Mean it if you say not half-and-half!” scold Wildan who listened.
Azriel clucked in annoyance. “Ck, so don't understand.”
Riziq chose to give up, rather than unnecessary debate. “You mean child Language?” guess what Azriel was quick to call.
“There is a close similar child Devil's,” he said.
“Lo mean, Devil's gang?” Wildan.
It's nothing, he as the Chairman of Basupati, does not want any son** involved in a dispute with the Devil's gang that could endanger their lives.
Because it was a scene, he accidentally mocked Gibran's thigh quite hard. “The girl's boyfriend must be aggressive!”
“WOI SICK NY—”
Gibran's mouth was immediately gagged by Aldo with a lump of paper. “Gak good cuss, I don't want my ears stained.”
The striking words of Aldo make Gibran goosebumps. “Carpet! My mute mistake!” dumelnya by parse the word ‘kampret’ in other words.
“Oh, Aul? He often transfers with Devil's son,” explained Riziq.
“Lo sure he's okay? Please watch him, Riz. I do not want any children** injured because of Devil's gang,” said Wildan who gave a mandate to Riziq.
“Oke.”
...•••...
Riziq was lying on his back on his bed, he was still thinking about the mandate given by Wildan. Without even being asked, Riziq has definitely protected his Aul—secertaris in extracurricular Bahasa— because it is also the duty of a chairman, who protects its members, right?
Riziq pensive long enough, until the vibration of the phone disperse the daydream. There were three messages from Aldo.
‘Riz, I was in class. Once there was one school with Aul used to be.’
‘And it turns out there, you also must know the person.’
‘Actmal. Do I need to give you the number?’
Aldo was indeed a person closer to him, so when he gave the mandate, his best friend helped him.
‘No need, Do. I have the number.’
‘Sankyu¹’ reply Riziq.
Shortly thereafter, there came a reply from Aldo. Just one word, but enough for Riziq.
‘Douita²~’
Riziq immediately searched for Akmal's WhatsApp account, after meeting, he chose to call her directly.
A voice was connected from across the phone.
“Halo, why, Riz?”
“Lo used to be one school with Aul?” ask Riziq to the point. He is lazy rambling, his duties in electrical engineering majors are a lot.
He must finish his duties immediately.
“Hah?”
Riziq was upset that Akmal's brain had to be sluggish in these moments. “Jawab aja, yes or no!”
“Oh .. relax Bos.” There was laughter from Akmal.
“Know, he's one Junior High with me. You want?”
Now it's Riziq's brain that's running slower. “Means lo?”
“Gak, it's nothing,” Akmal replied evasively. “Lo why ask me gini nights, about Aul? Any problems?”
Riziq scratched his nose which was not itchy at all, confused. He himself did not know the definition of ‘supervising’ intended by Wildan.
‘Bodo is so! The important thing is that the girl is safe, safe, done.’.
“Halo, Riz? You're still alive, right?”
Riziq almost cursed Akmal, if Akmal did not say a sentence that made him a little interested.
“It's late at night, if you want to know about Aul, make sure first your heart is really ready.”
“Kena—”
Tut's.
The call was interrupted, Akmal purposely hung up his phone in a hurry. Only then did Riziq really suck it up.
“Carpet!”
Follows the latest style of swear from Gibran.
A pop-up from Akmal made Riziq more and more arrogant with the bucino man.
‘Casual Riz, I support lo, for sure! I'll tell you a story I know about Aul.’
‘Also about tips so that gebetan does not reject us.’
Riziq replied with a feeling of annoyance and used capital letters so that his emotions could be channeled.
‘BODO SUPREMELY! I DON'T CARE!’
‘GUE IS JUST A WONDER, NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM, SLUUR!’
Not caring about Akmal's reply, Riziq chose to turn off his phone and move out of the room. He needs some fresh air now.
Without Riziq knowing, that there are replies to messages from Akmal that will make him even more upset with this multimedia child.
‘Honey, even though I intend to ship lo the same him, Riz. Relax, I will be Mr. Comblang who debes for you.’