Nariswari - Toll Road to Love
The Azab Neighbor Galak
“What's up, Buk?” askau one morning while filtering the pulp of tea tubruk with a mixture of dried jasmine flowers.
I saw that Mother Cost looked busy, as always she got new gossip material that was still warm.
“That, loh, mas Natan same Mba Mimi.”
I coughed at them hearing their names coming out. Then fanned my hot mouth with hot tea.
“Pelan-pelan drinking,” said Ibu kos worried.
“Why them, Buk?”
“Barusan earlier, mba’e taken to hospital.”
“Why, Buk? Mba’e giving birth?” tanyaku plain.
“Hush .. ngawur!”
“Terus?”
“Yes, the mba’e broken leg og.”
I'm flabbergasted by surprise, “Kok, can you? He, right, it is impossible to climb or fall from the tile.” I stroked my chin.
“Not so!” Mom looks dick. “So, earlier that, the mba’ e want nganter mas’e go to work, well, fitting mas’ e already want to walk, the mba’e ngejar, heh, even fall due to stomping cat vomit.”
“Vomiting kucinggg?” I'm charming laughs. Mother Cost is still looking seriously. I smiled, this must be the behavior of the Cambollong, the black cat who often bunting it. Maybe getting pregnant is why you're vomiting. “Kok, can be broken, Buk?” I asked lugu. It turns out that cat vomiting can be a batman trap, as well.
“At first foot mba’e just sprained.”
“Terus?”
“Yes, mas Natannya want to hold, even the abis was knocked down, his sprained leg hit by a concrete fence.”
“Poor, yes, Buk.” I pretended to be sorry. Mother's silly style even makes this sad news so funny.
“Iya, but indeed, tuh, they are not friendly og same parents.”
Same as everyone I think. Rich people are like that. I'm ingrained. “Azab, yes, Buk? Azab neighbor fierce?” I smile. Then stop. There is a feeling of pity for them. I still continue the rumors.
I saw that he was already wrinkled and gray, and now he was entering a time of the smell of the earth, which should have learned to repent, but still he still liked to gossip. I then imagine at the age of 20 I like to fantasize and bully people, will I also suffer the same fate at the age of 40 like him?
“Mba ... mba ...”
The small clap of my hand woke me up, “Iya, Buk?”
“Against, anyway?”
“Hah, holiday? Impossible, Buk! It's, right, Monday.”
“Already half hour 9,loh!”
“What?!” my yelling. Bu kos surprised,
stroking his ears. I then saw my android. “Ah wrong clock setting!” I ran into the living room glancing at the wall clock, right what Mother Cost said.
End my history! Small salary employee! If I can't show dedication, then,
all my life I'll be paid like a porters, under UMR.
***
“He's still there,” I whispered. For five months he's been like that. Sitting solemnly on the chair while staring blankly at the gate. He's handsome, but crazy. Too bad. A young man like him has to end
pitifully. Try if the house is for me, I don't have to suffer in the haunted room that cockroaches, ants, and geckos visit every day. How appalling. Young age, still productive, exhausted
diganggurin—“
“If it goes on like that, he can go crazy ...”
“What, Ri?”
“Ah, No, Ci. Ignore-ignore,” I said nervously. While still playing the mouse.
“Kepo, ih,” holy tease, my office friend.
I let out a breath. Then speak up, “So gini, my neighbor is sorry, crazy left by his wife.”
her hair. My four friends who were busy with their PCs turned around. I just laughed a little.
I'm scratching, “Yes, pity, he's handsome and rich, keep on crazy.”
"So, if you're ugly and cool, don't you go crazy?" The saint spoke up immediately.
“Hush, ojogosip!” Lila immediately broke up.
“Gak, coke, Mba. Kan, want to find a solution,” I look for justification.
Yunita was just smiling while still playing the keyboard, posting the latest content on one of the sosmed. Adi is busy with the latest product logo design, and Aziz is in the world of websites.
Sacred forward directly whispered, “House is like that, I used to be the same mas Reza up to a month inem-dieman because he made my toothbrush, continue not to say.”
“Cock funny, anyway?”
“Nyebelin know.” Sacred smile knot. “But, yes, that's the household, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's hot, there's a rainbow, there's a flash flood.”
“Kok not connecting, anyway?” much
corrugate.
The saint just laughed. Then Lila gave the code that the new big boss arrived. We also pretended to be busy. I
start opening the data folder, find the data in excel, then play on the website, link all blogs to improve client SEO.
This company, serving website maintenance services, ranging from logo design, daily article updates, copy writing on social media and others. Our clients range from car and motorcycle rental companies, culinary, travel, school, outbound, humanitarian agencies, accessories, clothing businesses, tourism, political parties, to officials, and, be it local to interlocal and there are still many that I myself do not memorize—even big boss also do not memorize.
My work section is maintaining the blog. By copying paste the main article written Mba Lila on blogger and wordpress, then dilink-link, and I also hold youtube, again to
spreading links, so that client companies are at the top of searches on google. My work is similar to Aziz, while Adi mas special design, every day must be born a new design according to client request, and I once handled his job because he was not allowed to enter, and I have to do my job, and sometimes it also helps Mba Lila write articles when I'm unemployed. While Suci handled us, by being a liaison between clients with us, in the granting of jobs, and being an admin who posted financial statements, invoices. Yunita is in control on instagram, facebook, twitter, tokopedia, and open the stall.
***
“Hei-hey! You why? Hey!” I called him worried. I found this skinny male body lying on the porch
her house. At that time the fence of his house was gaping, and it was always like that every day. He looked pale and weak. But I don't think his physique alone is very worrying, but his heart must have suffered more. I'm panicking. Even I did not have time to admire the beauty of the exterior of his house.
He glanced at me nilar. I ran to find a neighbor or a maid in this house, but I didn't find one. Mom kos is also new to the market, “Ayo, drink this first.” I took the water in the mineral bottle lying next to him.
He hit him, “Ih, why?” I'm rattled. I picked up the bottle, then pressed her mouth to the lip of the bottle, she refused, but I kept pushing her. I know that at the critical moment, mineral water is very good for the body. Because when I was about to faint, tumble off the bike, immediately people gave me mineral water.
“Damn it, it—“ The man was nauseous while holding his stomach.
“Hah?” I gawk. Then remember the boss car that sometimes idle. I'll call Adi right away. My hands were shaking busy calling for help.
“Why, anyway, him?” I asked while still looking at the young man. “Doctor said what?”
“He must wash the hull.”
“Kok can?”
“He finished drinking kerosene,” said mas Adi who looks confusing-between want to laugh and worry. Azizyang helped lift Natan's thin body immediately laughed. I do too. While, Lila, Suci, and Yunita are still in the office handling our duties.
“Ah, do-don't—“
“What?” ask Aziz.
I swallowed spit. Then close my face. Turn around, “Don't the mineral water I forced Natan to drink, kerosene? Die up! If he's why? You can go to jail! Attempted murder.” I goosebumps myself.
Why didn't I realize it was kerosene? Isn't my nose sensitive to smells? Or was she panicking so unconscious? You idiot! Dodol!
That time, the crazy Nathan, took the kerosene he thought was mineral water, out of nowhere he was
obtaining it, is still a divine mystery. Then he was dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to faint, I came, as a hero of misfortune, then added to his illness by choking him with kerosene. Die me! I growl.
“Why, anyway, him?” ask Mas Adi.
“Crazy transmission times.” Aziz laughs. He called me too. "Oh, yeah, it was mas'e short of breath, wasn't it?"
I also remember, "Forgot. Why is it that I'm short of breath?"
"Yes, bad donk. Need an artificial breath immediately." Aziz.
"Artificial breath?" I gawk. "Later, I'll give you a fart breath."
They laugh too. And I'm actually worried.