MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
HI, DUPLICATE LK?
...THIS STORY IS JUST FICTIONAL. IF THERE IS A SIMILARITY IN THE NAME OF THE CHARACTER, ORGANIZATION, SCENE OR STORYLINE, IT IS PURELY COINCIDENCE AND THERE IS NO ELEMENT OF DELIBERATION....
"Where? Gas no?” The voice of a man is heard through a phone call diloud speaker.
“Skip.”
“Lah skip mulu, Bal. Not cool.”
“Gak-gak cool. Cave again bokek anjir.”
“Still on Tuesday already bokek how is the story?”
The man, Ikbal, was silent for a moment. Not because of the thought of his friend's speech, but because he was concentrating fully on breaking the egg into a pot of instant noodles. “Kan duit jajan cave equally divided him.”
“He who? Oh, you mean Nia? That cute sodara you?” The laughter of Ikbal's friends sounded as loud as the mosque's marbot reciting a wake-up prayer in the minutes leading up to dawn.
“Sodara. Where to have sodara cave.”
“Yaudah if you do not want to make a cave aja.” Ikbal's friend's laughter echoes beyond the voice of the marbot.
“Bego. Udah, matiin cave.”
“Woy last night. Seriously nih lu skip?”
“Kan already cave says. The point is now the cave cannot maen cafe as often as it used to be. Greetings to the kids yes-”
Ikbal's words paused, even his instant noodle bowl almost plunged freely into the trash-filled dishwasher of all sorts, because the person he was talking about, Nia, suddenly appeared, suddenly, and wiggled three fifty thousand bills right in front of his face. Ikbal brushed off Nia's hand as if not interested, but shuddered when three pieces of money decorated with Ir. H. Djuanda Kartawidjaja was almost crushed by the boiling water of instant noodles.
“No want?” Nia again shook the three pieces of money in front of Ikbal's face.
“Gak.”
“Cius?”
“He’em.”
“For?”
“Iya.”
“Oke for that. Really great.” Nia passed.
Ikbal did not respond, only glancing to make sure that Nia actually returned to her room on the second floor. There were fewer feelings of guilt that Ikbal felt, but more feelings of stupidity. Yeah, stupid shit. Because Ikbal hated Nia from the first time they met. The presence of Nia makes Ikbal not only lose pocket money but also time with his mother. The mother who is a single parent must continue to work on the holiday in order to increase the cost of living for new family members whose origins are unclear.
All Ikbal knows about Nia is one, the girl is his mother's best friend's son. Taken out for almost five years? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call it discarded? Even so Ikbal's mother still loves Nia like her own flesh and blood. Fortunately Nia knew how to repay that affection. Nia is not prestigious even though wearing clothes that have missed the trend, nor does it matter even though she has to travel to school with angkot, nor is it uncommon to buy a night internet package that is more affordable.
Ikbal still hates Nia. I don't know why. Maybe the nature of a new child growing up is indeed annoying it. If not, it means that God did test Ikbal with a hateful nature. Whatever it is, stupid. Because there is much more important, namely instant noodles flavored seblak with crushed egg toppings, octopus-shaped sausages are deformed, and three full spoons of level fifty bon chilli powder. Ikbal rushed to the dining table, but.
“Kan already cave says don't want. But if you really make it,” Ikbal muttered while snatching three pieces of money under a tissue mat.
...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...
Nia peeked at Ikbal who finally went to the cafe after leaving a havoc on the dining table and dishwasher. Nia simply shook her head to watch the horrifying scene, then rushed to pick up her chocolate milk and returned to the room. Nia is a passenger, not a maid. And again, Nia is not garlic but jalapeno chili. So intending to oppress Nia by giving a code to clear up the catastrophe? The dream!
“What tomorrow does not activate internet package that is chatty a week huh? Oh yes forgot, my precious money was just now I love Ikbal.”
Nia grumbled as she continued to drain the contents of the mini-sized milk bottle. National post-sale holidays like now are very boring. Nia had just finished her blue-white period, and it was still sixteen days away until she officially wore a gray-white uniform. But for the sake of anything, it is better to follow the maths repetition every day rather than vacationing without Korean drama, internet, and online snacks.
“Okay, five minutes. Seriously. Just make Vina's phone. Seriously.” Nia grabs her phone and starts typing in a wifi password.
“Halo? Who's sorry?” Vina's voice, Nia's best friend, sounded extremely tense.
“Yesenia Eve's. Candidate false hope kating-kating handsome in SMAN Lantern World.”
“Najis.”
Spontaneous Nia broke up, followed by Vina after.
“Serious nih you use wifi Aunt?”
“Forced. Revoke badly I swear,” reply Nia.
“Yaudah download movies. Not going to abis it wifi if only for one movie download. Tears of Kumari Kandam has been released.”
“Ntar malem ah. Fear of curiosity keeps on entanglement.”
“Oudah Gofo*d.”
“Don't have money.”
“Itya. Your people love Ikbal again.”
“Abis his face is desperate very rich will actually mengepet if not spit-cepet given money.”
Vina sounded holding back a laugh. “Judah. Install the application Zet.”
“Hah? What is the app?”
“Dating apps,” replied Vina.
“Idih.”
“Dengerin first. Just make fun. Seriously fun to talk to mysterious people. Rich there is a sensation how it is.”
“Ditipu aja new tau rasa.”
“Emang who can cheat Sherlock Holmes reincarnation?”
“Who said? I have a date from Moscow. Because I often talk in English, I often open the dictionary. And believe me not to believe, long time I watch movies do not need to use subtitles ...”
Nia was silent, starting to be affected.
“ ... My instagr*m followers skyrocketed because I like posting scenery in Moscow. Yeah that's from my dating page. I told him to take pictures of the scenery there,” added Vina.
“Keep especially?”
“Ya core dapet temen chat. Install aja's. Let's not get in on it. If you don't like it, just uninstall.”
Nia was silent again, because she was completely affected. “What was the name of the app?"
...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...
Nia is reading a message from Vina, her best friend, about her version of online dating rules. First, it is illegal to disclose personal information unless it is false. Second, which is no less illegal, is what concerns the money alias. No matter if online dating asks for cuan for reasons related to life, it is forbidden to issue a cuan if not the sultan. And lastly, this is the worst. If an online date starts discussing the topic of p*rno, block it immediately. The first can also let plong.
Nia nodded her head in understanding, and then the dating app called Zet was installed. Honestly, Nia agreed to follow in Vina's footsteps not because she wanted to improve her English skills that had no hope or increase the number of followers who had reached hundreds of thousands. Nia was just bored, and not sure how to survive the sixteen days off just by staring at the ceiling of her room while sucking chocolate milk.
The application was successfully installed, and like the application in general, a little user information is mandatory. Following the first rules of online dating, Nia also included false information ranging from name, date of birth and country of origin. Successful registration pages, as well as the second, third and last pages. Now Nia officially became the owner of an account called Kaoru Kamiya. Nia started looking for friends. He typed it into the search field of just any man's name, and there appeared nine hundred results there.
“Should ya photo mamerin muscle? This is the new look of nyapa also been invited to sleep. Eh? Duplicate L.K? Where's photo? Not active at all, right? Uh, active eleven minutes ago turns out. Add to friends. Okay. Start dating. Okay,” murmured Nia.
KAO: Hi, Duplicate L.K?
LK : ?
Spontaneous Nia moved from her lazy position. “Ih anjir. The dibales anjir. For what?”
KAO: I'm a new user.
LK: Is there a problem?
“There's constraint? Kaya customer care aja nanyanya duh ngakak.” Nia laughing.
KAO: So far belom exists. Application okay. Fresh looks. Not much advertising. Not much space to eat either. I liked.
LK : typing...
KAO: Anyway, this is my first date. But don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy. I just need a chat during the holidays.
OK: School boy?
HO : Yup.
LK: Age?
KAO: First rule, it is forbidden to disclose personal information unless it is false.
LK : Haha.
KAO: typing...
LK : typing...
KAO: How long have you been playing Zet?
LK: Long.
“Irit says a lot of guys. Uh, wait. Is it really a guy?”
KAO: Are you really a guy?
LK: Guess.
KAO: Do you know Perip*ra?
LK : Haha.
KAO : Fix, guy.
LK: It's cosmetic.
KAO: Ciye who defended searching.
LK : Haha.
“Anjir really exciting.” Nia rolled around in excitement on the bed.
LK : Kaoru?
“For what is only called online only my heart directly not selow.” Nia jumped out of bed, prancing more excitedly.
LK : Ciye who was prancing around.
KAO: Oh so gini it feels wet.
LK : Haha.
KAO: typing...
LK : typing...
KAO: I'm off first. Aunty came home spit and rich angry squirm house messy.
LK : typing...