Mr. Bully
Troye Sivan Youth - Troye

“Weh Varo getting up, college! Ngorok mulu lu kayak hippo.”

Varo clucked unhappily as Bima walked into his room without excuse. The stocky-bodied man pulled Varo's leg to the ground. Varo's right eye glanced at Bima cynically, but after that he came back curled up on the floor while Bima paced around wearing a pomade and spraying perfume all over her body, syuuuu even Bima's socks were exposed to the perfume.

“Lu class no?”

“Skip, I tipped absent”

“Yaudah, where's your student card?”

Since three semesters ago, their campus absence system began using student card tapping. This rule is done in the hope that no more students dare to leave, no more, but the fact remains that a creature like Varo is much smarter to slip a student card to his friend while he stays sound asleep in the boarding house.

“In the bag.”

Varo's eyes closed but his hand pointed at the black bag in the corner near the door. He then pulled the blanket from the bed, allowing Bima to rub the contents of his bag with only one binder, one pen, and a student card. The contents of Varo's bag clearly show how unwilling the owner is to get an education in college.

“Buset stink so much your bag, ever had a carcass yes here?” grunts Bima sneezed to pick up Varo's student card and then stepped out, letting the owner of the room fall asleep again to continue his dream of becoming an outstanding student in sleep.

Around eleven o'clock in the afternoon the sound of a cell phone kept Varo awake from sleep. His hand moved in search of the noisy object and forced his eyes to open wide, there was an incoming call from his girlfriend Arini.

“Why?” Varo's hoarse voice made Arini's forehead wrinkle from across, he knew his girlfriend had just woken up and thought it was still dawn.

[You're still sleeping?]

“Hmm.engkak”

[Wake up, you have pancasila class, he said yesterday to be diligent in class, why not wake up? how the hell are you? ntar repeated the new class tau tau tau taste] Arini's nagging disbelief. Varo nodded his head glancing at the alarm clock, the pancasila class was about to begin in thirty minutes.

[Wake Alvaro! A shower! The lecture!]

“Yes, this again otw. I was near indomaret” replied Varo half-circumcised listening to Arini's cry. He hurriedly turned off the phone and hurried to get a towel to take a bath, almost slipping near the kitchen door because there was a thirty-five-year-old Tigor private employee sitting squatting busy polishing shoes.

“Wih tumben dawn-body want to shower, kesambet what are you?” nyinyir Tigor is loud, because it is the longest-running member of the crocodile cost often Tigor's behavior is exactly the same as julid's mothers when they see a neighbor's child waking up during the day.

“Karl Marx” replied Varo carelessly ran into the bathroom, immediately burst open the bath as well as himself and after that came out with a towel wrapped around the waist with a period of less than five minutes.

Tigor looked at the astonishment. “Buset, you shower what spits on yourself anyway? cepet bener”

“The important mah wet” reply Varo cuek into the room, he hurriedly put on clothes and came out after grabbing the deckil bag and motor key. Had met Mang Idris cleaning cosan crocodile busy sweeping boarding while dancing zumba, he said to be skinny fast.

“Rapi bener lu tong kayak artisan kredit” goda Mang Idris. Varo grinned wide did not answer, he was busy looking for socks Bima borrowed last night and then put on his original shoes.

 “Varo, ntar fitting home front row Mang Alih stalls yes. Her puffiness was multiplied” shouted Tigor from the kitchen.

“Iye pregnant women” reply Varo yells while turning on the engine motor and gas tank towards campus.

It did not take long for Varo to arrive at the campus because the location of the boarding house and the campus were still in the same area. Varo parked the motorbike and ran into the main corridor, his body nimbly slipped between the students who had just finished class or who were also in a hurry to run because they were almost late in the next class.

“Just get in line!” a girl quips when Varo unlicensedly cuts the queue into the elevator. Varo just grinned with a stupid expression because the watch showed he was ten minutes late. Varo's face emerged from behind the glass of the entrance, his eyes catching the figure of the lecturer pancasila busy talking to a student in front of the class. ‘Aman’ murmured Varo in heart instantly sneak in.

“What time is it?!” dimas shouted suddenly from the back seat making all the attention turn towards Varo.

‘Job!’ maki Varo knew Dimas deliberately shouted for the lecturer pancasila to notice his arrival without permission. And right, Mr. Pangaribuan's expression changed as soon as he saw Varo, the old lecturer's forehead wrinkled with a sharp gaze.

“You why are late?” pak Pangaribuan asked calmly but clearly hinted that Varo's answer determined his fate in that class. “You know not my class starts at 11:30? Don't you have a clock?”

This is what Varo hates most, Pak Pangaribuan's question is like a batman trap. If Varo says he has a clock, then of course Varo will be expelled because it is considered as an in-time student. But if Varo says he does not have a clock, it is certain that Varo will be the ingredients of Pak Pangaribuan until the next month. The best way out is to be in the middle.

“Sorry sir, I have a clock but it was dead” replied Varo straightforwardly making a classmate giggle amused.

Mr. Pangaribuan's eyes increasingly glared sharply. “Who is your name?”

“Alvaro pak”

“Sit there, next week if you are late again you do not need to enter my courses”

“Iya sorry sir, I will not repeat again, thank you sir” replied Varo politely, a little relieved because Mr. Pangaribuan did not give any punishment. With a feeling of pleasure he stepped towards the back, his hand punched the shoulder of the amused laughing Dimas. 

“Lu”'s pocket umpat Varo then sits next to Dimas.

Thirty minutes later his eyes began to stare boredly at Pak Pangaribuan who was busy explaining the material while occasionally arguing and discussing with students in the front row, he said, much different from the prospective scholars in the back row, the faces to clearly show go to college today is one of the activities carried out so as not to join at home.

“Lu know? maba-maba here brash, the time was Nando entered salamin, thought lecturer” story Dimas suddenly. Varo spontaneously giggles amusedly while Nando grunts pretending not to hear.

Pancasila class is one of the public courses that can be taken by students in any semester, as now for example Varo who is in the seventh semester of class with a sister level of the initial semester. But since Nando has three times on college leave and his bearded face in the style of a mountain goat, the man's appearance actually looks more like a rector than a student. Even sometimes there are often younger siblings who mistake Nando as a campus security guard.

“Entar night to club yuk” invite Dimas.

“No, skip”

“Ah not cool lu” grumbled Dimas showing his phone screen, looks a girl with sexy clothes hugging the friendly Dimas. “Sexy right? her name is Sasha, I know yesterday messing around to central park”

“Which campus boy?”

“Still third grade SMA, still young leaves. See his eyebrows, cane, can be used sushi rolls.”

Varo. For the affairs of women, the behavior of Dimas does fall into the category of crocodile guys nan jerk, complete package indeed. Want a high school girl, already have a boyfriend, or just be an escape all will be served by Dimas.

“Awas lu karma” reprimanded Nando slowly considering that Dimas still has one sister in Junior High School, pity because if the depravity of his brother even hit to his sister who would certainly be hurt by the kind of jerks Dimas.

“That I'm not wrong, the people they want. I mah with open arms accepts anyone who wants to lean” elak Dimas reasoned, his face turned back to Varo. “Lu really have to come tonight, we all want to celebrate Agung was circumcised during the holidays last month”

“Agung has circumcision?”

Dimas clucked. “That's right, you've since had a girlfriend so forgot the same friend. Can you not know Agung already circumcised, severe lu”

“Gue knows Agung wants to be circumcised, but I don't know if he's already circumcised. He told me at that time to want circumcised pas eid al-Adha”

“Varo, Great is man not goat. Kalopun he was sacrificed no one wants to eat human flesh like Agung” grunts Dimas understand the essence of jokes crisp Varo. “Just tonight you have to come, if you still refuse I drag you from kosan”

“Gue serious males”

“For friendship.” 

Varo's face turned away briefly with a super duper lazy expression, but there was a flurry of reactions that showed he would not be able to resist Dimas's coercion all day.

“You know me what's the benefit of going to a club while I have a girl?”

“Gue wants to straighten out one thing, our departure tonight has nothing to do with having a girlfriend or not. We leave because we purely want to celebrate the circumcision of the Great. Can not be Agung show off his tit in front of the girl lu” 

“So you mean we fit in the club, we will be showing off the tititnya Agung? That?”

“Ya does not show off entirely anyway, just we can tipintip.”

Both of Varo's eyes narrowed sharply in response to Dimas' strange joke.

“Cemen ah you, the period because the girlfriend did not dare to come? Not suitable for you to be a guy, cemen, **** you cut it, wear a dress adek I” taunted Dimas deliberately.

“Iya I'm coming. Charming you!”

Varo as a listener can only put on a saturated look. The words Dimas sound like an old, same and monotonous love song. All the girls close to him have always defined him as such.

“Be careful you reported to Komnas Child Protection for dating a small child”

“Who is a child?”

“That's gebetan lu”

“Bye, he wants to. I am aya-iya” replied Dimas kalem. “Lagian you never read the news of grandparents marriage with teenagers?”

“Lu dong his grandparents? your face is old”

“Yes no papa. Or do you want to replace Sasha, so it's the same with me? Actually I open the same all genders” bargain Dimas cuek directly hit the pen skewer Varo.

“Iya it's the mas behind why? Do you disagree with my statement?” asked Mr. Pangaribuan when he heard Dimas yelling slurred, spontaneously the guy was floundering when all eyes were on him. Dimas cursed inwardly as soon as he saw Varo and Nando feigning busy taking down Pak Pangaribuan's chicken claw writing from a grade whiteboard.

“E-no kok sir, I agree”

“Agree ya?” Pak Pangaribuan's eyes narrowed with a suspicious look.  “Try you explain why you agree?”

Dimas brain suddenly frozen, not ready to be thrown trap questions like that. His eyes glanced at left right for help but none of his friends seemed to want to help, they were busy holding back laughter from behind the back of the person sitting in front of him.

“Emm..it, anu.... anu sir.... anu Dimas stuttered still thinking hard, his face clearly showed he did not understand at all what material Mr. Pangaribuan said today. “A-anu..i”.

“Yes, why are you? Something wrong with you?” chase after Pak Pangaribuan made the class immediately burst out loud while Dimas threw a gawking gaze.

...*****...

“Woi! Buy risol I dong.” Bima burst into the hordes of Varo who was sitting in the canteen after the pancasila course was completed.

“God is so beautiful Arini, fragrant again” praise Bima. Arini gave a small smile, she knew every time a compliment came out of Bima's mouth, it must be because there was a wish.

“My girlfriend” scolds Varo keeping Arini away from Bima when the guy pranky wants to smell Arini's hair.

“Iye.iye know. Sensitive you like his father Arini” grunts Bima then put a plastic containing risol on the table and sits next to Varo. “Which buy risol, I will bring your hope in my prayer every night”

“Marketing you don't work Bim. Most of God is busy, do not have time to mengeladenin you” shouted Dimas loudly from the side.

Bima's head shook. “Sorry, but God knows I'm a faithful servant”

“Setia in terms of maksiat” Varo chirps. His friends laughed.

“How much is your risol?”

“Two thousand”

“Buset expensive highly. Where the size is small again, this big toe of Varo mah. It is less orange color, not the intention is fried. The origin of the game is important so, the fall of eating haram” money said Dimas chatty picky risol good, occasionally diawang risol Bima until the owner so sewot himself pull the plastic risolnya.

“Risol I expensive because fried using oil Arab” snapped Bima ketus then forced Jaya who happened to pass there to buy risolnya.

“Bapak lu caleg right? Coincidentally my grandfather still serves as the chairman of RT, ntar I told grandfather let the citizens of RTnya choose your bokap. Let's buy risol I”

“Damn you! Your grandfather will live in Solo, bokap I nyaleg in Jakarta, where nyambung” maki Jaya was forced to buy risol because Bima's appearance clearly shows he did not accept rejection.

“Haram tau ngaktu money from compulsion getu” said Arini while thrusting ten thousand money. “Risol five seeds. Honey do you want?” ask Arini. Varo shook his head making Bima sneer.

 “Dibayarin even does not want. You weird guy. Buy a lot of dong, make my organization event fund nih.”

“Five is enough, especially if I get inflammation again”

“Alah if the inflammation of drinking warm water is also healed. Then there is Varo ready to be on standby to buyin you medicine.”

Arini laughed amusedly. “What event do you have? The feeling from yesterday you diligently sell risol” tanya realize every semester Bima always sell something to find funds. I don't know how many organizations or organizational events he participated in, but in Bima campus is much more adept at selling risol than explaining how the company's management strategy in providing benefits for investors.

“Wedding chairman of the organization, so it takes a lot of money” replied Bima haphazardly. “Job is the head of the organization. I entered the organization will want to seek experience and expand connections, uh even ordered sales risol”

“Lu therefore do not mostly join the organization. Ntar UAS lu keteteran, your time is up for sale risol” scolded Sandra, the blonde girl looked at Bima pity.

“Calon rector mah gitu. Join more than one organization, let the connection be extensive”, said Varo.

Bima smiled bitterly, only able to stare at the nelangsa towards his risol, but then his smile turned bright once he saw Ete approaching with the thick book of accounting theory in his arms. 

“Aduh Ete beautiful, do not bring a heavy-heavy dong, here brother bawain” said Bima hurriedly took Ete book and allowed the girl to sit down. “Hot ya way from class to canteen? here brother fanin, want to use lips or books?”

“Lu fanin I use lips, I tonjok lu” threatened Ete ketus. Bima grinned and then fanned Ete with his book. “Lu definitely wants Bim?”

“Tau is lu. It's beautiful again. This is the reason why I love you. Buy risol I dong, I am very lazy to nawarin everywhere” cerocos Bima directly thrust plastic risolnya.

“Ye you want money doang but do not want to work”

“Well I nawarin you buy including usaha”

“Bim, want to know how to get money without selling risol not?” cetus the Great suddenly made a sound. Bima threw an interested gaze. “Sell yourself to aunt-tante”

“Tolol, that's the point of selling also” Dimas laughter sounds the loudest. “But if aunty wants to be with Bima? Last time yesterday again it was just the wind, it sounded puushh.”

“If you guys are his mouth, so perverted!” arini's bellows as her friends laugh amusedly while Bima looks indifferent duck still forcing passersby to buy risol.

“My hair is messy isn't it?” ask Arini to Varo.

“Enggak”

“Make-up?”

“You wear make-up?”

Arini's eyes were round in annoyance. “You are so, I cut your hair only you do not notice. Even Dimas that notice, you're my girlfriend or Dimas my boyfriend?” his tirade is a bit upset.

“I'm girlfriend Dimas” chirps Varo relaxed.

Arini grunts realizing Varo's niggling nature is permanent from birth, even though they've been dating for three months the guy hasn't changed. Arini had a big fight with Varo because Varo blocked his number while playing PS two days with Dimas, and the victim was Bima's phone that kept ringing all day receiving incoming calls from Arini.

“You wear make-up and do not wear make-up the same in my eyes”

“Cantics?”

The corner of Varo's right lip lifted up displaying a thin smile, he did not answer Arini's question but his hand moved gently stroking the girl's hair.

Without saying much Varo leaned his forehead against Arini's shoulder, just for a moment, and then Varo pulled his face after previously sluggishly peeling Arini's shoulder, making Arini's heart seem to want to jump from its place.

This is the reason why Arini can't let go of Varo, the boy's assholes but Varo knows very well how to treat Arini sweetly. Making Arini who was angry suddenly not struggling. Arini is like a little mouse who has resigned to being in the safety of a cat and is unable to move anywhere.

“I go to class now” said Arin glanced at the watch, ten more minutes his class will start. “Back home.”

Varo nodded letting Arini hug him for a moment then left with his two friends.