OUR EARTH
CHAPTER 25 "Badrol The New Rioter"

BRUM BRUM BRUM BRUM BRUM, the sound of the engine moge and emit a lot of smoke from the exhaust. Acts like this can actually make air pollution increase. Plus the noise that arises from the engine of the motor. People around you will feel uncomfortable because of it. Oh yes, another wasteful of fuel will also be. As a righteous human being, I stopped their actions. But when I wanted to stop their actions, Mr. Ali appeared with his mouthpiece to reprimand them.

"WHO IS PLAYING THE BIKE THERE PLEASE STOP NOW" HE TOLD ME. "MAS MBA OR WHO IT IS PLEASE STOP OR I REPORT TO THE CAMPUS PARTY," Pak Ali threatened hard on them.

After a long time they finally stopped as well. I wonder about their figure. This person from this clan who was trying to damage nature again. The rider got down and opened his helmet. Followed by other colleagues who also went down while removing the helmet

"The three of you are college kids who dare to mess up here," angry Mr. Ali directly.

"Heh Father does not know me, should I have not introduced myself either, right," he said, pointing at himself and then put his helmet into the rearview motorbike.

"Betul Boss," said two of his friends while chuckling.

"Pick the belagu temen wong wong kae yah," whispered Budi to me who was not far from them.

"Hooh Bud," I replied.

"Include me Badrol Amirullah newcomer on this campus," he said.

"Ni Hao (hello) Pak wo (me) Lang-Lang. Wo (me) Ling-Ling ma," continued to his two friends while raising his hand.

Bandrol Amirullah the son of a seamstress whose defense is very high. He is actually the son of his brother Samsul's father named Mahmud Badaruddin. Yes it can be said that he is the cousin of Samsul who just returned from abroad. The two people who spoke foreign languages were friends. They are twins named Lang-Lang and Ling-Ling. They are from China but grew up in Indonesia. Can be said these two are Chindo China Indo

"Well white loro sing, lanang wadon say what, (two white kids, what do girls say?)?" whispered to me again.

"Mbuh dereng pak Ali be rich ra mudeng (do not know pak Ali also seems not to understand)," I replied.

"Oh you named him Mr. Samsudin yeah," guess Mr. Ali on the spot.

"A quarter once 100 for the Father" he said.

"Eh punten temen you say what do you not understand?" tanyakanya.

"Sorry Mr. two of my friends are from the country of Bamboo Curtain so they cannot speak Indonesian properly" Badrol explained.

"Oh so anyway let's go in already waiting for you guys with Mr. Samsudin," asked Mr. Ali. Pak Ali who was angry so did not become because he knew that Badrol turned out to be the head of the Rector.

In the area we stand.

The five of us looked astonished by Mr. Ali's attitude that immediately changed. Instead of punishing the three of them and reprimanding him even invited him to meet with the Rector sir.

"The plan of Mr. Ali ra sida was tough (that's why Mr. Ali did not get angry)," I said astonished.

"Yes Lam is strange" said Sinta from behind me.

"Walah anake Pak Camat turned out to be a new boy (oh his son Pak Camat was his new child)," sidelines Frank suddenly.

"Lah ko deneng understand Frank (you know Frank)," I said surprised.

"Obviously my father's connection ne (nya) bera (many), his father Samsul," he replied.

"Your father was a wealthy spy, Frank" joked the Clara. The Frank only returned Clara's joke with a faint smile.

Frank's father is really like Frank's spy. Almost every news related to Mr. Samsudin must be his father the Frank did not miss.

"The boss didn't tell me he had a great and cool nephew" said the Made, who was next to us

"Keep it said cool," said Sinta dissenting opinion.

"Wis Hayu entered ana class mbok (let's go in there class right)," asked the others.

All of us who were watching broke up and continued their activities again. Badrol and his two friends brought Mr. Ali to meet Mr. Samsudin in his office.

The Rector's office.

"Badrol my niece finally uncle can see you too" he said happily as he walked around hugging her.

"Yes Uncle, how are you?" ask after hugging.

"Well, sit down with your friend, too" he answered and told her to sit down

"Thank you Uncle" he said and sat down.

"Xiexie (False) Om," said his two friends also with his language.

Mr. Samsudin who is confused by the words of his friend Badrol can only code the eyes on Badrol instead of knowing what he said. He swiftly knew the meaning of his uncle's glance.

"Ah thank you uncle they said," he told me.

"Oh so it is the same," said Mr. Samsudin immediately after knowing the intentions of his two nephew friends.

"Oh yes uncle he said on this campus there is a nature lover club well?" ask Badrol to him.

"Yes you want to join," he bargained.

"Gapain joined uncle is not important either," he refused.

"Then why ask and it's up to you as well as Rollers, he said while shrugging his shoulders at the end of the word.

"Wkwkwk ok uncle I'm just curious if there is no intention to join hihihi," he replied with a chuckle.

"Ah yes I also seemed to be horrified there were students who said my motorbike was said to make pollution, who are they?" he told his uncle.

"Ah at most it's the son of nature lovers, their usual," he replied casually

"Oh," he said as a mangosteen.

They all continue to chat either until when they are finished, maybe until their conversation there is an end. Yes, especially Mr. Samsudin who seems to have not talked to his influences for a long time. He last met her when she was about the size of a corn seed. While the two Chinese friends just the mangosteen just listen to the conversation between the two.

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At 4 pm it was time for me and Budi to go home. When we got to the parking lot we were both shocked. It is not surprising that Onal and Raider suddenly disappear from their place.

"Bud Bud pit and dewak rare deneng (Bud Bud bike we have we do not exist)," call me to him after knowing our bike is not in place.

"It's yes what ana (there) maling ning bike (on) campus," he said surprised while holding his head.

"What is the greeting sing doyan bike ne dewak Bud, senggane ana maling nana yo choose the motor sing lewih gede regane (what are you who likes our bikes Bud, Bud, if only there was a vane it would have picked a bigger bike)," I thought I couldn't believe it.

"Well yeah, keep joking (where) my Raider karo Onal you? Apes apes," he said in an almost desperate tone.

In fact isine turned from a big motor sing want kabeh cloud piwe anyway (even the contents turned into a big motor that was last noon all the way)," I said in an annoyed tone after seeing a parking lot filled with classy motorbikes.

"Iya Lam, kabeh pit troupe (bikes are missing all)," he said.

"Eh Bud troupe piwe wong isine parking lot kiye mung bike ne dewek tok, yes sing ilang kur gene dewek tok piwe lah (eh Bud entourage how people fill this parking lot is just our bike, yes the lost is only ours anyway)," obviously I confirmed while still using an annoyed tone.

"Eh yes Lam," he said.

We both ended up looking for our vehicle. While we were searching, badrol and his entourage came. I asked him if he knew where our bikes were.

"Excuse me, see our bike parked here?" I asked Samsul.

"Where do I know," Badrol replied casually.

"Hayya The boss was there were two bikes that the boss had removed" Lang-Lang said, reminding his boss.

"Yes, you said throw away ma" Ling-Ling said.

"What's thrown out? To throw ngendi (where) huh?" our bike, I was surprised.

"Oe dumped it in the back of ma's barn" replied the Lang-Lang.

"Hayu Bud jimot pit e (ayo Bud take his bike)," asked me while pulling Budi's hand.

"Engko sit Lam (later Lam)," intercept Budi.

"Heh mas e iki parking lot dudu nggene nini ancestor mu sapa bae kudu ne by parking (heh masnya this parking lot does not have your ancestors anyone should be able to park)," angry with them.

"Your two bikes are just ruining the scenery, crashing in the middle of a rich selilit, besides your butut bike is also not comparable to our cool motorcycle ha-ha-ha," badrol answered with a laugh. Badrol apparently understood what the Budi said, because it was unexpected that he also understood Javanese a little.

"Hee haphazardly si.... What is arane (his name)???" angry You stop because you think.

"Badrol is the coolest man" he said in an arrogant tone.

"Ah titled just haphazardly kowe," angry the Budi until wrongly called

"Wis wis hayu jimot pit te wae kalas ilang maning kanko (have come let's just take the bike to go missing again later)," I asked Budi.

"Yes yes," he replied in agreement with a tone still looking annoyed.

We both left Badrol and his friends. When we were gone, Domu and Made approached the badrol who was still watching us.

"The boy called me titled, handsome handsome and like this in the title," said Badrol in an annoyed tone.

"I didn't know that clearly enough," angry Badrol.

"Sorry Badrol, well, that's what he is, his pronunciation is inadequate and you know the other one is his friend's name is nature.they are both members of the Nature Lovers SME here," sidelines the Domu while explaining the criteria of both of us.

"Oh means the guy who said this morning the cop was he I remember his face this morning" Badrol said, pointing at me from behind.

"Well, who are you two?" ask Lang-Lang to them.

"Oh introduce us both this is your brother's friend Samsul" replied the Made representative

"Ah this is Bro Samsul" he said

"Greetings know greetings, he said hello with a cheerful smile. I ordered Samsul to take care of you, so from now on you two are my friends" explained badrol to both of them.

"The truth is we can join immediately" said Domu in disbelief.

Bandrol replied with a nod that meant what it was. Seeing Badrol's response, Domu and Made were instantly thrilled. Because finally get a replacement for Samsul to be his temporary boss.

"Hayya added our friend boss" said Lang-Lang happy

"Yes ma, Ni Hao (hello) Domo and Made," Ling-Ling chimed in as she greeted the two of them.

Domu and Made eventually join Badrol's gang. Previously, Samsul had told himself that he had friends in his home place. Samsul also asked himself to keep and befriend the two henchmen.

While Budi and I were behind the warehouse, we saw two bicycles that were scattered in the garbage hole.

"Innalilahi really have the heart of a boy to throw my bike, mbok ya in get rid of sing really can ya Lam (Innalilahi real heart that son throw away my bike, mbok ya can, yes, it will be removed which can really be Lam), said the Budi surprised when he saw the state of our bike abandoned in the garbage hole.

"Iya Bud ngapa ra in ekir na ning saine parking lot whereas esih omer nang kana. Melasi pit e dewek wis like junggok bae dadine (iya Bud kanapa is not removed to the parking lot next to it even though it is still spacious there. Our bike was like a wreck)," I said a little angrily as I walked up to my bike.

"Iya Lam even though the pit dewek is messih new yah (iya Lam even though our bike is still new yah)," he confirmed.

"Basar lah wong sugih, kabeh ya pengine embat (basis lah the rich, all ya peing in have)," said the Budi while setting up his bicycle.

After taking our bikes, we went back to Kos-Kosan. Fortunately, our bikes can still be reused even though they have fallen in the trash pile.

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On the way home.

Me and Budi are shaking as ours. In front of us was officer Oren who was angry. How not to get angry, a pile of leaves and garbage that has been collected suddenly blown by strong winds from motorists who pass at high speed. Because we were both curious, we drove the bike closer to him.

Wush brum, the sound of the wind blowing loudly from motorists passing at high speed. The strong wind made the street janitor turn around several times and fell

"Oh..., what is kae miki sing liwat, dudu motor? Motor koh wis rich ninja ngantek ra keton form e (what was that passing, motor is not it? Motor koh was rich ninja to the extent that it did not appear)," his grunts while standing and looking at the streets.

"Less asem less asem, ambrol radul kabeh dadine (challenged all the way)," he was angry after seeing the state of the leaves on his broom.

"Halah added pegawean kiye (this job)," he said feeling annoyed.

"What kind of father?" ask me after I arrive.

"Iki you know my work is as messrah mambrah because it was e wong miki (this is my job so messy as that person did)," he said a little annoyed.

"Wong miki say hello sir (who was this person sir)? ask the curious.

"Ana lah miki kae boy dean dig gawa motor banger pisan marak na gawe all kiye (there was a child who might bring a motorcycle so fast so cause all this)," the answer is still upset.

The rider was none other than Badrol. He rode his motorbike so fast that it caused a strong wind as well. Before long Badrol's motor stopped in front of an alley. He was preparing to cross another road. But when you want to launch the motor. A motor ran into him. Yes it is Mr. Bambang, the local traffic police. It turns out that when Badrol drove earlier, Mr. Bambang had been watching him from the office cctv.

"What's up, sir? Did I make a mistake?" tanyanya direct.

"Mas can turn back with me," pinta Pak Bambang.

"Why am I coming with you?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Later to know for yourself" he replied.

Badrol finally complied and followed Mr. Bambang. They both stopped at Officer Oren's place. And there, of course, is me and Budi.

"Lah Badrol wong want (the person)," I said immediately because I was surprised to see the person who was being dragged by Mr. Bambang.

"What am I bringing here for?" tanyanya still does not understand.

"Look at your behavior, the officer sir has swept since then even messy again because you ride a motorcycle rich in jaran bigar," said Mr. Bambang while pointing to the messy leaves.

"Ah trivial problems stay swept back kelar right," he said casually.

"Punten mas I understand can be swept again but I iki kudu bali wis sep even kudu maning duty (sorry Mas I know can be swept again but I have to go home late afternoon even have to do the task again)," explained Pak cleanliness with his beak voice.

"That's the DL" said the disrespectful badrol.

"Hey Titled kowe iki apologized there," tell Budi to her.

"Don't want anything, keep you this yes my name is Badrol not Titled emang what fabric," protested angrily at Budi.

"While it's up to me the mouth of my mouth," she replied.

"Oh yes where SIM you want to see," asked Mr. Bambang to the Badrol.

"For what?$ asked Badrol pretending not to know.

"You were also ticketed for riding a motorcycle at high speed. It is prohibited and can harm others, ' Mr. Bambang explained.

"Son, the father rep bali but kiye psycben ya mesih mambrah mambrah (Son, you want to go home but this is how it still falls apart)," whispered the janitor to me.

"Yes wis mr. wangsul wae iki let me karo temenku bae sing hani (yes already you come home just let me just as my friend who cleansin)," asked me while offering services to him.

"Well if so, pamit ya. Thanks," she said.

"Together Sir," I replied. The janitor went home to our deceased house which is still in place.

"Heh Lam si Titled leh sing kon hiri wong kae sing salah (heh Lam the Titled is the one who must clean the person he is wrong)," protested the Budi suddenly because he disagreed.

"Well, I'm a little bit of a child, I think the punishment is suitable sing nggo iki boy (well the little boy, really the father again think the punishment is suitable for this child)," saut Pak Bambang who agrees with the words of the Budi.

"Lam kowe ra need to clean kabehan kiye let the wayward boy iki wae sing ngerjak na (Lam you don't have to clean this all so that this wayward boy only does it)," obviously Mr. Bambang to me.

"Oh rich kuwe yes wislah up to Mr. Police wae (oh so it's up to Mr. Police only)," I said according to what he said.

"Mending us bali Lam, wis sep kie I want to adus wis kecut (mending we go home Lam, already this afternoon I want to take a bath already asem)," refer Budi to me

"Yes wis hayu," I agreed.

"Sir we both say yo assalamualaikum," said my father and then immediately hit my bike again.

"Waalaikum salam sing ati-ati (which is careful)," said Mr. Bambang.

After the departure of the two of us, the badrol immediately protested because it did not accept the law.

"Kok me, sir, it's really just that boy, '" he protested.

"Your wrong person has responsibility" said Mr. Bambang, raising his head.

"Wis cepet was attacked by Maghrib (it was done quickly to Magrib)," he ordered Badrol.

"Yes yes" he answered. With a sense of force, Badrol finally agreed.

"Well..., clean sing aja ngantek ana sing leftover (well, clean lest there be any leftover)," said Mr. Bambang while giving a broom to him.

"Yes very chatty this Father," he replied insincerely.

"Heh boy I iki not chatty but yes father iki kur peng ngenehi ngerti meng kowe, street sweeper officer iku noble sing duty so aja on sepelek na. Maning maning nek ana Officer Oren again duty, yes at least slow down the speed of your vehicle (heh boy I'm not a chatter but yes this father just want to tell you, he said, the street sweep officer is a noble duty so don't be trivialized. Again if there is Officer Oren on duty, yes at least slow down the speed of your vehicle), the lecture of Mr. Bambang advised.

Srak Srak Srak Srak, the badrol just silently listened to the lecture from the police officer while continuing to sweep.

"Denger na aja kur in the ears tengen metu ears kiwe tok (listen do not just enter the right ear out the left ear only)," said Mr. Bambang.

"Yes yes sir, it's over I can go home, yes" he asked.

"Yes wis thank you, inget aja repeated maning (again)," he replied while giving a warning.

The Badrol left the Police. He did not get ticketed because it turns out his letters are complete. The rubbish that was messy is now clean and pleasing to the eye again. The police officer just shook his head to see Badrol's departure.

"Bokah saiki jan, rare sing sane gawe wae pegawean ne problem (kids today, no one is sane to just problem his activities)," he murmured while shaking his waist and shaking his head.

"Wis on disperse, deserted, melu bali lah (already on disperse, deserted, come home)," he said after chirping to the right and left.

Mr. Bambang also came home because he also felt tired after a full day of duty. Badrol is best avoided. In addition to endangering the safety of yourself and others, speeding on the streets is also not comfortable to be seen by people around

Well friends all use high speed when driving is a danger. Especially if there are street cleaners on duty, their kasian must clean repeatedly because the leaves or garbage that has been on the broom continues to fly. As a human who is wise in driving, it would be nice if you meet the janitor on duty, slow down the speed of your vehicle.

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