Like a Former Nail
Episodes 3.1
Have you ever heard and met someone like this: he who tells the disgrace of others to you is a person who has a great opportunity to tell your disgrace also to others? Maybe the answer was, a few times. But Gebri was quite relieved and there was no need to worry about the girl in front of him now. As long as they've been friends for over a month, Koning isn't a typical person who likes to talk about other people. He was more satisfied to discuss the shops that sell branded bags and fun tongkrongan places, then visit these places. Koning is also not a figure who likes kepo, likes to be curious and ask constantly. He just prefers a baper especially with their senior major named Baim.
After the incident where Koning saw him interacting with Rion like doing a soap opera scene, not once did the beautiful virgin bring up his leverage. Koning remained as usual, as if his eyes had never seen a series of fragments. Even a Saturday night like this, Koning still invited him to visit a cafe located on Gejayan street. Not too far from the Togamas bookstore. Just to the left of the distro that sells Adidas-branded clothes.
“What do you want to order, Geb?” asked Koning whose eyes were still observing the menu list.
Gebri looked at it for a while before making a sound. “Terussle, Kon. I ngikut.”
“How about avocado juice and fried rice geprek seasoning?”
“Bby,” sahut Gebri while taking notes and writing their order. “Directed to where?” he added by looking up and found Koning who was busy playing a cellphone.
“To the side table of the cashier and let me just go there.”
Koning shuffled from his seat and walked towards a fairly long queue. Weekend holidays like this are very crowded. There were no empty seats now, they barely even got a seat. Most are filled with young couples enjoying their Sunday nights. The menus in the area are a little different from other places to eat. For those who like spicy food, then this is the place. The menu is provided mostly using spices, according to the name of the place: Cinta Geprek 1. In addition, the dominant place with red color is designed to follow the trend of young people. Plus there is a small stage that is featuring live music and also there is free wifi, increasingly providing a plus for the satisfaction and comfort of the customers. The service provided never disappoints. So it is natural that many men and women in their twenties would sit here for hours.
“Udah paid?”
“Later. Finished eating,” Koning replied as he sat down at the original spot, then turned his head towards the stage, slightly nodding his head, saying, enjoy improvised melodies from the vocalist and progressive harmonization of the sound of musical instruments on stage.
“This place is delicious. Can recommendations from where, Kon?”
Koning did not say anything, instead his head began to wander, and then hinted with lips to follow the direction of his view.
“Tuh! From him, who leaned near the wall. This place is his business,” said Koning while looking at a boy-faced man who was chatting with his friends. “Name as Kharisma, son of Management 2014. He used to be my Senior High School in Riau,” continued Koning again.
“Oh..,” Gebri mangosteen.
“So she chatted. Said he'd stop by here later.”
Again Gebri just nodded his head. And a few minutes later–like the words of Koning–the baby-faced man visited their table, who at times seemed to reply to the reprimands of some customers.
“Hai!” kharisma.
“Hi too, Brother! Sit, Brother!” timpal Koning pulled the chair to his left, while Gebri just put on a friendly smile. “Oh yes, introduce Brother. His name is Gebri, my friend.”
“Kharisma,” he said by extending a hand.
Gebri welcomed the hand before saying his name. “Gebri Adinda, Sister.”
“Udah pesen?” ask Kharisma who sees the table is still empty.
“Udah Kak, but have not been delivered,” said Koning replied, his head turned to the back where the waiter passed from the kitchen, I wish one of the red-clothed maids would carry their message.
“Sabar yes. Understand, lots of queues.”
Koning's eyes were back in a frenzy, but now seemed to explore every side of the room before the sound of his cry was heard again. “It looks like Big Brother's business was very successful, huh? Share the tips, brother! Who knew I could make a venture like this too.”
“Management boy too, Brother? Who?”
“Usually if the night of the week like this, he likes to also come here just to hang out and see his business,” said Kharisma by looking at the entrance. His towering body immediately stood up when he saw two men and a woman had just passed through the glass door. “Rion!” yells.
Feeling that his name was called, Rion stopped his steps followed by men and women flanking him. Rion's right hand was raised upwards, replying to Kharisma's greeting. A moment–just a few seconds– the face of a man in a gray shirt combined with black jeans looks gasp, when he realized the existence of a thick-browed girl who also shows the same facial features. Even so, Rion still walked over to the table number 15.
“Kon, Geb, this is Big Boss this place,”, said Kharisma who has embraced Rion's shoulder. “This stupid-faced person, his name is Asep and beside him, who wears a garish pink stirrup is Lisa,” he continued who responded to a rude snort from Asep and a sharp delicacy from Lisa.
Koning reached out to Rion, followed by a witty-faced man and a shoulder-haired woman. Not wanting to cause awkwardness, Gebri follows the movements of Koning, assuming there is never a story between him and Rion, who, also women who indirectly witness their scene in the midst of the rain on that day.
“You want to sit in a regular place?” ask Kharisma after introducing herself.
“Yes, and indeed where else do we sit other than there. All the places here are full,” now Asep's voice echoed.
“I'll be followed.”
Asep raised his thumb, approving. Then the three began to go away, towards a table slightly larger than the other table without numbers. There were about four people, two pairs of men and women already waiting there. Rion only stopped for a moment, replied briefly to some questions that were thrown, then walked towards a room that was special for him.
“I know that Rion is handsome but there is no need to look at every movement. He does not like girls who like shopping like you,” Kharisma who immediately cut off Koning's eye contact and the two beads behind the glasses then stared fiercely at him. “Btw Geb, have a girlfriend yet?” Kharisma now focused his gaze towards the virgin who had only been a spectator since then, no sound was heard except when he mentioned his name earlier.
Gebri was about to answer but Koning preceded him.
“If kak Kharisma invites PDKT, don't want Geb. He's the playboy.”
“Playboy?” Kharisma scrunched his forehead. “Not wrong. Not you. High School Time only, your courtship period is no more than three months and now who is your victim?” tuding Kharisma a little mocking look.
“What the hell, Brother? Don't open aibku.”
“I didn't open your disgrace. Indeed that is the reality,” Kharisma said with a little bit of a little bit of puckishness coming out of her mouth.
“Excuse me, this is your order!”
Koning, who had intended to utter a few words of vengeance, was forced to undo his intentions when a male servant interrupted their conversation while carrying a large tray of two dishes of fried rice and two avocado juices.
“I want to go to my friends first. You guys enjoy the food. If something is not good or the service is not satisfied, just tell me,” said Kharisma after the uniformed waiter moved away, then switched slowly from his chair. But just a step on his feet, Kharisma turned back. “Geb, may I ask you something. How do you want to be friends with a spoiled girl and a shopping enthusiast like her?” he said it again with a whimper, then he immediately shuffled. Afraid that Koning, who was giving a murderous look, would throw his phone that had been lifted into the air.
“You're familiar, yes?” Gebri looked towards Kharisma for a while before looking towards the small snarling figure. Seems so upset.
“Akrab from where? Since childhood he has always bothered me.”
“Since childhood?”
“Besides her senior of my High School, actually she is also my cousin's sister. He's mom's sister's son. And never mind, don't talk about that baby-faced man again! We should now eat, I am very hungry,” said Koning before scooping the fried rice plastered in front of him.