Nackal Duda
Nackal Duda

To be honest, I like the nature of Cici who often tempts my faith. I feel like Tom in the Tom and Jerry cartoons that Jerry often teases.

Unfortunately, I still hold to my principles. Nackal may, but with the naughty one too.

"Thank you but I have to go home now if I don't want to get stuck." My umpteenth refusal of a day.

"When do we get here again?" cici asked with her voice.

I lifted both my shoulders. "Either! There are still many other show rooms to check."

I don't want to give him hope. Cici is only a tool to satisfy my desires but I cannot be damaged. Point.

Again I saw a disappointed look in Cici's eyes. "Cici will wait for you!"

I smile. "Whatever. I'll go home first. Sell a lot of cars, let the bonus be big!" I pat her on the shoulder and walk to the parking lot.

Back I got the respect of security and my employees. I returned them with a smile.

Turn on the radio from the car. I picked a radio that broadcasts the latest songs and the broadcaster is funny. It eliminates the taste of mummies.

The streets are starting to crash. I got stuck when I was about to enter the toll gate Semanggi one. Fortunately I have taken the right path, otherwise I would have been thrown into Semanggi two.

Although the road is a bit crowded creeping, but still can reach home before the adhan maghrib reverberate. The sky was still orange when I arrived in front of the house.

The truck is no longer in front of my new neighbor's house. It's over they're moving. Good though. Not blocking my car from getting into the garage.

When I got out of the car, I felt someone watching me from afar. I was just sick and went inside the house without looking in the direction that was watching me.

I locked the door so no one would come in. My house has no servants left. Only Ma'am Inah comes every morning to clean the house and wash clothes and then goes home during the day.

Mama has been working at my house for two years. He keeps my secret meetings that like to take girls to bed together. It's normal he sees a different girl coming out of my room. Never ask questions and focus on your work.

I took off my shirt and put it in a dirty basket. I cleaned my body and sprayed perfume all over my body.

I was just wearing a towel when I heard my house bell ring. I lazily went out of the room and peeked out of the door hole.

A girl and turned her body. No need to look at her face because I know who she is. Tara's? What's he going to do to my house again?

If it's an important guest, I'll wear clothes first before opening the door. Turns out the guest is just Tara, why am I dressed all neatly?

I opened the half door and held it with my body. The sour face I accidentally put on. It's not worth giving a smile to a cheating woman like Tara!

"Why?" ask me without a stale base.

Tara turned around, she watched me from head to toe. Now his eyes look at the muscles of my hand that pops because of diligent ngegym.

"Mh... Can I pinch a hammer?" ask Tara. His eyes did not look through my body.

"Wait a minute!" I closed the door and locked it. Don't let Tara set foot in my house again.

"Tung-" I closed the door just as he wanted to talk. Almost got his face on the door.

I took the hammer in the tooling place. Opening the front door again and giving the hammer that Tara was about to borrow.

"Thank you. I'll give it back." said Tara.

"No need! Take aja. I'll buy a new one!" I closed the door without hearing Tara's words again.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It's been 7 and a half hours. I have to leave immediately.

I've been dressed well. This time I was wearing a leather jacket with a black t-shirt inside. I'm mixing it with dark jeans.

The party I went to tonight is not an official party. Only one of my tongkrongan friends traded by booking a discotheque for the party. Not an official party in the building. Party for nackal men like me and my gang.

I got my Mini Cooper out of the garage. I haven't stepped on the gas pedal yet someone is standing next to the car door. Yes, Tara of course.

"You're turning in the hammer." Tara raised the hammer in her hand.

"Dispose. I never buy used stuff!" I answered cynically.

"Oh that? Okay. I dump!" said Tara but did not also get away from the side of my car.

"Can you step aside? I have to go!"

"Sure... " Tara shifted her body so I could get my car out of the garage. Without further ado I stepped on the gas pedal and left Tara with a face full of curiosity.

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"I'm trying to make love because you're still here I want to." I followed the song Is Want to Make Love Ahmad Dhani who played from the radio in my car.

The jammed streets of the capital didn't make my mood break. There's still time, the party will be waiting for me. There's no way they're going through a party without me.

I parked the car in front of a big nightclub that was often used for high-profile parties. Luckily I was a langgann at the club tonight. Simply show my face then I can enter easily.

"Finally our Nackal Duda is coming too!" greet Sony when you see me walking up to the bar table.

There was already Riko and Bastian sitting next to him while sipping a drink from a reliable bartender concoction.

"How are you, Bro?" my many. I give a fist as a greeting to miss when I meet my genk friends.

"A really long time? Make up first? Or play first?" riko Syndir.

Instead of answering, I spoke to the bartender. "Make it ordinary!" my message.

"Ready!" answer the bartender who already knows what I like.

I sat down on the chair and took out a cigarette from my jacket pocket. Soni lighted my cigarette.

I put cigarette smoke in the air. "From home. It's stuck, just be it."

"At home with Cici?" riko Syndir.

I smile. "No. Cici tuh just for sucking suction only. Don't be invited home. Fear of addiction."

"That's arrogant! Try once. My son wants to sleep!!!" chirping Bastian.

"Religion. Could make trouble later. If you ask for responsibility, die! Where do I want to marry him? I'm getting married again. Make a gini. So duda happy!" I said with pride.

"Not a widower happy lo mah, but a widower nackal ha.ha.ha.ha..."

We laughed together. Among the four of us, I am the widower. The three of them are not married yet. They are just like me who still enjoy solitude.

"Gue wants to say congratulations first with Edi. All of you say thank you for the party." I said goodbye after sipping a little drink made by the bartender.

"Let's go!" bring Riko.

"Come on!" riko and I walked to the center and approached Edi who was being crowded with many guests and girls who approached him like ants that covered in sugar.

"Edi Bro! Thanks for the heavy invitation!" I said while shaking his hand.

"Weits there's the famous Nackal Duda!" the words of Edi made the beautiful girls look at me. They looked like they were saying, "Choose me, Om!"

"Can Bro Edi Mah! Success in his business! Don't forget to stop by the showroom for a new car change!" I said with a friendly smile.

"Can be arranged. Which one do you want to choose?" Edi pointed at the girls around him.

Hm... Which one to choose?

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