Mr. Bully
Sparkles - Randwimps

“Bara, salt red dopels?” ray shouted loudly from the kitchen because the sound of metal songs playing Bara sounded loud filled every corner of the boarding house.

“Gula” reply Bara from room.

“Oke” retorted Ray, but a second later the voice of Ray's annoyed screams sounded again. “Stupid car! It's detergent!”

“Ya that time just can't kiss anyway?” bara Cuek said he did not ignore Ray who was vomiting outside because he tasted coffee mixed with homemade detergent.

“Human error” ketus Ray.

“Human error same other idiot thin” murmured Varo just entered the kitchen after throwing garbage outside, he returned to the room packing clothes into a suitcase.

“Gue again flu so can not nyium. Who else is lying around with a laundry detergent jar in the kitchen? Where the blue powder no longer exists, where do I know this is detergent!” dumel Ray is upset.

“Oh that, the blue powder was moved one by one with Dion fitting another same call girl. Laughing at the atmosphere of the time so unconscious, phone people like to do strange things” explained Varo kalem.

“Sinting!”

Varo giggles amusedly back packing clothes in a style of folding style, as long as the suitcase zipper can still be locked means safe.

Amidst his busyness Bima suddenly appeared with a bent face. “Lu see my color? Which tiger motif and just I wear in special moments?” ask Bima without further ado.

“Enggak” replied Varo short rada sewot. “Emang I kosan helper what should be responsible same kolor you all?”

Bima grinned and then disappeared into the clothesline looking for the color.

“Laptop, laptop cas, mobile phone cas” Varo murmured to make sure the most important things are already in the bag. Varo's face turned away as Ray unhappily walked in and lay on the bed fiddling with the PSP.

“Your plane leaves tomorrow at what time?”

“Jam six pm”

“PSP you brought?”

“Again. I want an internship not to participate in PSP” tournament

“Yaudah I take care of PSP lu” said Ray spirit. A moment both of them were silent busy with their respective activities until then Bima appeared again.

“Lu really don't see my tiger color?”

“Now!” answered Varo briefly more concerned with the contents of the suitcase than looks frustrated Bima confusion busy looking for the sacred color to and fro. “Maybe in the kitchen so stove washcloth”

“Basic!” Bima hurriedly ran into the kitchen but then turned back again with an expression twice as frustrating. “Neither”

“Aaan anyway?” ray asked astonished because since then Bima paced while nagging.

“My color is gone”

“Which color?”

“That tiger motif, just washed yesterday, keep me sun behind”

“Oh, know me. Wearing Bang Tigor, earlier he rushed straight color in clothesline. I thought I had him” tell Ray kalem.

Bima was immediately furious, mercilessly issuing all sorts of swearing for Tigor who wore his favorite color without permission.

“Bastard old young man! Not nyari wife even help kolor people. I swear the seeds kelipet” shouted Bima furiously then passed looking for another color, but occasionally still sounded angry swearing from outside. 

“Just if I'm short of color. Your color is the same Dimas I wear!” yelled Bima annoyed.

“Agrily Mouthful kayak bull” taunts Varo giggles.

Seconds continued to pass and Varo spent the night to play PS, his cellphone which he had since rang no heed until accidentally lifted by Bara.

“Kak lu nih want to say” said Bara plain. Varo did not say anything just snorted taking his phone roughly then stepped towards the clothesline.

“Why?” varo asked coldly upon hearing Amirah's voice.

[Non't you go home?! I told you Amel's birthday! If you do not want to nginep ya at least stor face bentar, say happy birthday, or buy a gift! Very selfish of you!] yell Amirah angry.

“Gue busy” replied Varo short while lighting a cigarette, he sat under the clothesline with a facial expression not happy to hear the voice of Amirah.

[What busy? Not a lot of reasons!]

“Gue to Yogyakarta tomorrow, I have to pack”

[To Yogyakarta? Whynot? You have no intention of causing any more trouble, do you? I'm tired of having to take care of all your mischief]

“What the hell are you? my man wants apprentice” snorts Varo. “Partially I didn't ask you to bother taking care of me”

[So you want me to let you go?]

“Tersubscribe lu”

[Tolol, you're my sister, so I'm worried about you!]

“Can't you worry about me, don't use screaming? My cup is sick”

[Once you were so stubborn] muttered Amirah sebal.

Varo clucked lazily, want to whenever in the eyes of Amirah Varo is just a high school boy who cried at him when the divorce trial of his parents began. He forgets that Varo has now grown into someone who has begun to protect himself, albeit in ways that often make Amirah rise in blood.

[Lu said he wanted to do an internship in Yogyakarta, right? Just cancel, you intern at my company]

“No, crazy, I already ordered tiket”

[All right, how much does a ticket cost to get there? I'm changing here your money]

“Gue goes the same Dimas and Bima. I was apprenticed at his brother Bima, not good if I cancel”

[Lu want an internship because of your bustle there? Is your relationship with Arini over?]

“Not a lu” business ketus Varo cold. “Bah I want to continue packing, you do not need to call-nail, disrupt the work of people aja”

“Iye, iye. Dah ah” said Varo immediately turned off the phone. A puff of cigarette smoke rose about the clothes of the boarding boy, but Varo did not care. There was a disturbing feeling to his heart, like an endless emptiness, and even Varo himself did not understand where the feeling came from.

“Virgin boy! why are you there?” tigor's reprimand made Varo's face look up. “Having called girlfriend huh?”

“Yoi” nods Varo with a big smile. “Bang, you searched Bima. Said Ray lu who uses tiger color Bima.”

Tigor frowned confusedly checking the contents of his pants then laughed amusedly. “Oh this has Bima? I thought it was kolor nganggur.”

Varo laughed, the child boarding crocodiles are often drying clothes for months and not lifted. Even worse, boarding children often soak clothes for days. Until the owner often forgets his own clothes.

One example is Ronald, Tigor's friend in the room at the end who is now on vacation in Palembang. When washing clothes Ronald often first to soak his laundry in a bucket boarding, and the problem is that the immersion can be up to days, even to the growth of moss.

Once upon a time a prankster took Ronald's laundry soak and the contents were placed on the front street of the boarding house, so for a day until Ronald came home from work, many residents passed by to see the color of the boy.

Instead of being angry or self-conscious Ronald instead casually took back his laundry and soaked again, while the boarding boy could only laugh snuggly peeking out of the windows of each room.

“Bima is asleep, right?” tanya Tigor made sure. Varo nodded throwing cigarette butts down and stomping to death.

“Udah, he said he would like energy to fight with you tomorrow morning” replied Varo origin then enter into kosan.

...*****...

At half-five in the afternoon Varo was getting ready, helped Arini he put the suitcase into the trunk of Ete's car. There was Dimas there and also Bima who had difficulty carrying a suitcase, no responsibility there were three suitcases carried by the man until it made Ete gawk at astonishment.

“Lu want to intern what moved house anyway? Lots of your luggage, like my nyokap every back from the village.” Ete shook her head while Bima just threw a careless gaze and sat sweetly in the passenger seat.

About half an hour their cars move down crowded streets, towering high-rise buildings to decorate the long traffic jams of people who just got home from work. Throughout the trip Bima was the most chatty, of them indeed he who looked the happiest, as if going to an internship was the same as a vacation to Hawaii.

“Bim you scream again, I got off you middle of the road” threatened Varo from behind the steering wheel because it was disturbed to hear the sound of Bima.

“Gue again singing not yelling” ketus Bima fierce just stopped singing loyalty when their car had entered the Soekarno-Hatta airport area.

“Don't forget to eat, rest, keep calling when you get to.” Arini hugged Varo tightly when they had to go inside the waiting room. Varo just nods back at the girl's embrace and then disappears into the waiting room with Bima and Dimas.

“Protective chick you like my father” joked Dimas makes Bima laugh amusedly. About fifteen minutes of waiting, the three men were then already inside the plane.

“Wow there is tv” exciting Bima tackling tv button on the plane seat. Understandably, so far every time out of Bima city more often use the train, he said the opportunity to acquaintance with girls from each car is much greater than boarding a plane that can only go to the toilet.

“Fuck no good movie.”

Varo's eyes glanced at a glance, he chose silence until finally Bima turned off the tv and slept. That's a lot better than having to listen to that guy's chatter.

They arrived at Yogyakarta airport at about seven o'clock in the evening and were greeted by Dirman, a forty-five-year-old father, short in stature, with a thick mustache.

“Yeah Mas Bima, how much more thin anyway? So the child is difficult to do a lot of fasting?” greet Dirman friendly. Varo and Dimas spontaneously held an amused laugh, Bima's body was like a sack of rice could-can be called a currant.

“Ah father can aja, I am again diet sir, let me handsome dikit” replied Bima proudly then introduce Varo and Dimas.

“These two are one major?”

“Iya sir, the same department of accounting” explained Dimas.

“This pack we wait for who else?” ask Varo because Dirman is still holding up a paper that says Johan Danudara, Jakarta.

“Mas Johan, the same apprentice as you, just earlier Mas Johan called, he said to go to the toilet first” explained Dirman.

“Loh indeed Kak Rangga no nerima intern besides us?” ask Bima wonder.

“Iya, that time interview by phone. Said his son was smart so accepted.”

Hearing Dirman's words, Dimas immediately bowed his head and whispered softly. “Let's show, although we are interns because of the insider's path, but we can also look smart.”

Varo gave an amused laugh while Bima nodded in agreement. About ten minutes waiting, a man came to them. He is almost the same height as Varo and Dimas, he wears glasses with a baseball cap and a white T-shirt.

“Pak Dirman yes?” ask the friendly guy then introduce yourself as Johan. “Sorry sir I'm a bit late”

“Ngak papa mas, the important thing is we all have collected” said Dirman friendly.

“Gue Johan, management child” said Johan reached out to introduce himself to Varo, Bima, and Dimas. “We are class” he continued pleasantries to Bima.

After that they followed Dirman to the car park. Throughout the journey Varo did not talk much, other than being tired, Bima's disappointment was already representing Varo and Dimas to open the voice. It took them a long time to get to the inn. When it arrived, Rangga was waiting on the front porch of the inn door.

“Abang lu sakep Bim. You're really ugly?” dimas whispers make Bima sewot.

“It's saucy, nyokap she has Dutch blood while I'm original local product.”

Dimas laughed and followed Varo and Johan who had already left with Rangga.

“This afternoon-afternoon the scenery is very good” said Rangga when stopping in front of the two rooms that they will use during the internship there. “And because the internet network is not so good, so you can use wifi”

“Wifinya nyampe outside no kak?” dimas asked the antipathy every time he heard the word ugly internet network.

“No, there's only wifi outside. But the password is the same, later check it, it has been written on a sheet of paper in the room” explained Rangga after that leave because there is still business.

“Suit, the loser of the same room Bima” said Dimas suddenly. Bima spontaneously grunts.

“Good you two”

“Sorry Bim, as long as your snoring voice is still like Beethoven's music, I prefer to sleep in the cage” oceh Varo fight suit with Dimas, and certainly Varo lost.

“Nggak papa Varo, the sound of your snoring kayak Mozart, you can both concert in the room” booed Bima hurriedly into the room and chose a bed away from the window.

Of the three of them, Bima is the most cowardly and most afraid of ghosts, he is afraid that for example, when at midnight someone knocks on the window of the room.

Varo chose to go out to the balcony of the room to smoke, his eyes staring at the beach that was visible thanks to the light beams of lodging and cafes that were not far away. From the balcony of the room, he could faintly see the activities of the people in the cafe. Varo must admit that the cafe looks cool because it is designed open with yellow lights, making him momentarily forget that he was in a remote place without a signal.

“Varo, I shower first ya” shouted Bima from inside. “Don't break in, I'm still virgin”

“Sinting..” hiss Varo back smoking cigarettes without sound.