Dusk Bleak
Cobrengs

After school Claudia walks alone. He's got friends gone all. At join parents who pick up or join the order taxi that has been on the charter during the pick up at school or join his girlfriend fellow school children who are willing to spend time together.

“Claudia ..“

“Eh Mr. Andrews..“.

“Iya.“

Coming from an unknown direction knew that the father was near him. Maybe too cool with his solitude. Or in a daze to think until the house wants to eat what food. If you only know and tempeh, it feels like the stomach is in revolt. But if with rendang and stew will add passion in his life.

“Yuk come,“ invite the kind and helpful Master.

“No Sir.“

“Why?“

“Waiting friends.“

“Those neighbor's schoolboy?“ ask Mr. Andrews whose knowledge is SE per million outside that head.

“Iya.“

Claudia. Without trying to cover. anyway if covered, long-time will smell too. By the countless number of school residents. They just tell each other stories, tell each other. Especially in the story that there is such a smell of horror-horror. It gets smoother and faster the story travels by word of mouth. Or from mouth to ear, back to mouth.

“Don't be with him!“ pan Andrews warned.

“Why?“

“He was cobreng, jerk guy,“ he said again.

“Ah...“.

“Means you should stay away from him. “

“But...“.

“Listen to my –word and don't see who I am ya.“

“Iya Mr.“

Claudia.

The motor continues to go among the crowds of people who also want to reach the destination.

Someone's coming home. There are also those who want to return to work after eating, or rest to enter the next activity.

“Eh road broken.“

“Be careful Father!“ Claud.

Motorcycle stumbling and avoiding holes and bad roads that are not worth passing especially by the vehicle of the teacher who is so beautiful. Not the wrong way, not the wrong motor, let alone the driver. Just haven't been rebuilt. So that the repairs that should have been running have not come too. And wait for the turn for the funds to arrive at the road. Understandably so the extent that must be handled, and so the length of the location that must be updated.

“Wah, via incline.“

“Iya.“

Motor slightly creaking. The belt is a bit self-imposing, but not worried, replaced and can go relaxed. Not terrible to break up.

“Ngebut ah,“ said Mr. Andrews who likes the smooth straight streets that are good for making ngetrek. Especially if not now. On the broken streets is definitely impossible. If the plan continues, then the big machine also in use will be chaotic. Then when good, and biased to maximize speed, utilized as best as possible. So that the performance of the large engine will also remain good and comfortable to use in the planned time period. If not, then the machine will quickly error, and the possibility of getting damaged will be greater.

“Do not..“.

Claud's a little horrified. Moreover, seeing the other riders also the way quickly. Makes hearing noisy. Sound pollution is getting worse to feel. And the mind is getting oglagged.

“Live or join eat.“

“Live on,“ said Claudia who did not feel good must trouble parents who are always willing to share their many knowledge.

“Until home nih.“

The bike stopped right in front of the entrance gate to Claud's parents' house .

“Thank you Mr.“

“Iya.“