OUR EARTH
CHAPTER 3 "Night Joke"

At night in Kos-Kosan Cempaka.

Hours 20.00 WIB.

Me and Budi after the Isha prayer did not go home first. We both hung out first under the avocado tree that had been given a place to hang out. Me and Budi started chatting but before that there should be friends accompanying. Loyal friend of the chatter who must be coffee. I told Budi to make coffee, change now it's my turn to ask him for coffee.

"Bud rich ana sing less. Alah yes Bud coffee, coffee (Bud rich there is less. Oh yes Bud coffee, coffee)," I said, patting my hand so that Budi understood my point.

"Ko nyong nyong gawek na kopi ceritane gentenan kuwe (you told me to make coffee the story changed so)," he replied with a faint grin at me.

"Yes Bud, ana kopi mbok?(yes Bud, there's coffee, right?)," I said asking him for coffee.

"Yes ana leh sit wait (yes there is, wait)," he replied.

Let's go inside his room and make coffee for both of us. When making coffee for a friend. Miss Kos, whose name is Bu Las, happened to give me a plate of fried food.

"Lam iki Ibu happened to be a fried gawe mendoan. Well nggo batir chat (Lam this Mom happens to make fried mendo. Well for friends to chat) said Ms. Las while giving a plate of fried tempe mendo to me.

"Alah matur nuwun sanget Bu, ngerti bae Iku ne (oh thank you very much Ma, know this mother)," I replied with a smile to him.

"Ya wis Ibu did not come back again, nek lightly said wae ning warung esih bera (yes I already want to go back again, if you talk about wae in stalls are still many)," pamit Bu Las who walked back to his stall.

Bu Las in addition to running a boarding business, he also sells various fried foods not far from his residence which is also in the boarding area.

Ms. Las happened to come home and happened to see me with Budi who was about to hang out. So, Ms. Las returned to her stall to pick up a plate of fried food and gave it to us.

Si Budi is now out of the room while carrying two cups of coffee. He was a bit surprised to see me who was picking up one fried food and was about to be eaten.

"Lam kowe olih fried sekang ngendi? (Where did you get the fritters from?)," he asked in surprise to find me eating a piece of tempe mendo.

"Kuwe Bud akeh, Bu Kos sing aweh meng dawe (that's Lam much, Bu Kos who gave to us)," I replied sambi showed my eyes towards a plate of tempe mendo on the bench.

"It's true that pisan, ana fried ana coffee is suitable for kuwi (Also by chance, there is coffee there is a suitable fried food)," he said happily while putting two cups of coffee on the bench.

Suddenly as Budi and I sipped each other's coffee, the sound of a dilapidated motor stopped in front of us.

"Treng eteng eteng eteng. "the sound of a dilapidated Supra motor stopped right in front of us with a loud voice.

"Hey Bro" she said.

"Kowe (you) Frank" said the Budi.

Frank happened to know that Budi and I were Kos-Kosan on Sudirman Street.

"Whisper your bike temen ilu, mengebul maning. Big pollution (noisy your bike, smudge too. Tau pollution)," I said, reprimanding the Frank whose motor is making the earth dirty.

"Yes, I'm sorry" he said, then turned off the engine.

"Yes kowe jere wong sugih but motore bodol (yes you said rich man but the bike is damaged)," he told him.

"Big anane. I have chosen motore kakine (it is. I'm also Grandpa's motorcycle minjem)," replied Frank who looked resigned.

"Walah udu duwe mu (not yours)," said the Budi shocked because he realized he was misunderstood.

"Yes leh duwe ku nu again in the service (yes it's my problem again in the service)," he said with a cocky tone.

"Ya wis ngeneh join melu ngopi (yes already here join the coffee)," invite me to him.

"The fun" said the Frank pleased.

Frank got off his bike and joined us.

"Well endi (where) coffee ne?" he was surprised to see that there were only two coffees there.

"Yes patiently leh dadak gawe (bikin)," I replied while sipping my coffee.

"Set me gawe siji maning, (wait for me to make another one)," asked Budi as he moved from his seat.

He went back to making coffee for Frank.

The three of us have regrouped and started talking about the origin of our names. Wide bench under the avocado tree that is very wide there the three of us sit. Coupled with coffee and a plate of complementary fried chat. The night joke is ready to start.

The story begins with the origin of the name Budi.

"Bud I arep takon kowe deneng can be arani Utomo kuwe kang ngendi? (Bud I want to ask you why can be named Budi Utomo from where?)," asked me who was curious from the beginning.

"Yes Bud tell me the curious nyong jenengmu (your name) kok can arane (name) Budi Utomo," said the Frank who was also curious while taking a width of tempe mendo to be eaten.

"Yes wis did not tell me," replied the Budi agreed.

"Kiye kiye my mother was pregnant I said, My mother was seneng (like) ngsee the picture of hero Budi Utomo. Incidentally my mother was wong (person) Surabaya, karo (pictured) look at his picture My mother sok muttered 'Nak kowe nek lair kudu rich father Budi Utomo ya' ('Your son if born must have a rich nature Mr. Budi Utomo yes'). I happen to be born on November 10th, rich heroes day. Dah my mother so name me Budi Utomo sing simple karo kon has a rich nature of the original hero. Kaya kuwe ceritane" obviously ended his own story.

"Oh so anyway, because your mother ngefans the same Mr. Budi Utomo dadi aran mu melu melu so," said the Frank concluded while muttering.

"Yes," replied the Budi while sipping his coffee.

"Your mother is really a hero, cravings be pictures of heroes, mating you yes need the struggle of rich heroes, great Your mother Bud," said I while boasting her mother Budi.

"Well, ko piwe Lam, with your vision, the rich universe of the Universe wae?((how are you Lam, why is your name Nature like the universe?)," asked the Budi who began to be curious about my name.

Now it's my turn to tell me about the history of my name.

"Yes, because my mother was (sama) rich ko (you) Bud," I replied, sipping my coffee before starting the story.

"Your mother ngefans karo Alam Mbah Dukun dadi melu jenenge Alam kuwe rich?(?Your mother knows the same as Alam Mbah Dukun so follow the name of Nature is it?)," guess the original Frank.

Suddenly I almost choked on my own coffee "My rich broth frank (not that Frank)," I denied his guess. Si Budi also laughed a little at the original guess.

"Based on the Frank doyan ngasal, ngeringokna diit mulane (basis the Frank likes the origin, horrin used to be so)," the Budi's scolding on him.

"Yes yes I was wrong, piwe (how) really Lam?" said the Frank consciously kept asking back.

"So, my mother's story is pas wektu pregnant I My mother likes to play into the rice field karo (sambil) nunggoni (talungani) My father macul (hungkul)," I started my story.

"My mother likes to say 'My son may nek lair doyan nglestarikna nature, kon seger inhaled rich saiki, duwe kanca ya kudu loyal friend ya,' (My son hopefully if born like to preserve nature, kon seger inhaled rich saiki, duwe kanca ya kudu loyal friend ya,' (My son hopefully if born likes to preserve nature, in order to get a word right now, have a friend ya have to be loyal ya') said my mother first. Keep my Father replied 'Ya wis nek lair arane Alam Setiawan wae sing means Love Nature and Faithful Friend.' ('Yes, if his name was born only Alam Setiawan which means Nature Love and Faithful Friend')," I explained.

"Mothers like 'Apik arane, agreed yes arane kuwi nek our son sair, yes sir,' ('Good name, agreed yes the name is if our child was born') said my mother. So saiki I was born because the name Alam Setiawan. As soon as the history of my story," I end my story with a detailed story in each section.

"Wah I just know Alam Setiawan has an abbreviation. Apik kuwi your father pinter dig namai yah," now it's Budi's turn to praise my parents.

"Yes mantes your crew sifate chic keep nature really iki toh kasene," said the Frank who had been watching me from the beginning met.

"Yes. Nice mbok (Good right)," said I boast of myself this.

"Yes yes, my loyal kanca (temen), may you be faithful, my friend" replied the Budi chimed in my words while raising his eyebrows at the end of the word.

"Mesti leh (for sure)," I said yes.

The Frank even fun to coffee and eat fried while the mangosteen hear my story and Budi. indeed occasionally he chimed in every story while chewing fried food.

"Don't eat mulu siki your turn, what's your name Franky rich wong outside, whereas jere WHAT?" tell him Budi while asking about the story of his name as well.

"Bud you mean APA kuwi (that) what?," asked me who was confused by the question Budi.

"That Budi Intent, the Original Purwokerto Child is abbreviated as APA," the Frank replied.

"It's the chest of the mumet (it's getting dizzy)," said I who still do not understand.

"It's not legal for mummies to listen to my story," he told me.

"I'm a kuwi there really is a mixture of karo (sama) Papuan blood. My father's problem is from Papua. Yes I am also APA (Native Papuan Children)," he explained at the beginning of the story.

I just listened to the Frank story while nodding my hair as it was a little confused by the abbreviation 'APA.

"Makanya nyong (aku) his name is Franky Baskoro, Franky from the name mburi (back) Pakku sing wong Papua continues Baskoro from jeneng (name) mburi My mother sing wong Purwokerto. Thank God my old saiki wong all live in Purwokerto. I see," clearly again.

"Oh mantes kowe mandan ireng rai ne, (you should be a little black in the face)," she joked to him.

Suddenly I was just pensively laughing at the words of the Budi.

"Instead of your rich white Bud Bud, (your rich black half is white Bud Bud)," he denied, patting Budi's shoulder.

The Budi only chuckles at hearing it while I just go along laughing even though I still don't understand.

"Gyeh I actually did a little not mudeng (meaning) but yes in kowe thought it was rada ireng maybe because of the descendants of your father sing wong Papua yes," I concluded.

"Lah Lam followed me (item). Ireng ireng gini rich gini many duite and my smile is sweet anyway," he replied boasting to himself.

"Hue hue hue," at once I and the Budi were nauseous to hear his poignant words.

"Nyong even dadi (so) enek saw him," said the Budi who was disgusted by his speech.

"Yes sweet from where this new item sweet, coffee," while sipping my coffee.

"Seger maning (again) hehehe," I said again with a laugh.

The Budi and the Frank laughed out loud. The three of us laughed together to fill the atmosphere of the night.

"Jam pira iki ngesuk esih ana schedule maning mbok?(?what time is it now tomorrow there is still a schedule again right?)," asked me who was surprised to see the day getting late.

"It's still early at 9 a.m., '" replied the Budi who instigated me not to end this joke

"But kopine entong mbok (the coffee runs out right)," I said.

"Lah Lam finished yes make again, coffee a lot koh" said the Frank persuaded me.

"Here I'm ready to make, I'll talk again. There's something I want to tell you, "the Budi showed up while picking up a coffee cup and changing a new one. He was like a servant, Hehehe.

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Coffee is there, fried food lives half the stage. Continue talking again. The eyes are also still sizzling because of coffee. Complete is already.

Si Budi has returned to bring three cups of coffee using a tray. He sat back down and immediately started talking.

"Nyong rep takon Mas Kris what does Mba Lili do? (i want to ask Mas Kris what has a crush on Mba Lili?)," he asked for a moment that made me and the Frank surprised.

"Here are the gossip kang ngendi Bud?(well, where do you get the gossip from, Bud?)," I replied in disbelief.

"Udu gossip, I think tok. Perhatikna want to fit us nandur wit, nyong see Mas Kris karo Mba Lili on mesem-mesem dwey. Mas Kris even rook ferociously fit the deck Mba Lili," he explained describing the situation.

"Yes well don't-don't have anything to do with this," I guessed.

The Frank who had been silent began to speak "But Nyong disagreed," he said expressing a different opinion.

"Why (why) Frank anyway?" I was wondering about the answer.

"Nyong really mandan (slightly) has a crush on Mba Lili's karo," he replied while mesem-mesem himself.

Budi and I who were drinking coffee each immediately choked on hearing the confession.

"Uhuk uhuk uhuk," Budi and I cough together.

"It's not wrong to be surprised" I replied.

"Gyeh Frank I'm afraid mba Lili kuwe ra nerima ko," said the Budi underestimated him.

"Yes nek was rejected sad. Ikhlas na," my timpal who even participated in his literacy.

"Here the word kanca does not even support piye anyway. Nyong back then," he said angry at me and the Budi while moving to go home.

"Anyway, we're just kidding," persuaded the Budi to her.

"Well, sit no longer. Look at it later," I said, persuading him.

"Yes Mba Lili did not see my handsome sing, must perssem let alone plus my smile iki," his dream that makes us both feel disgusted back at him plus making a smile at the end of the word.

"Hih hih pede temen," said I and the Budi together.

"Yes, leh," he said.

"Lah nyong really want to fit again nandur wit weruh cah bule wake white really rich glepung (i was right fit again nanam tree see bule body white like aci flour)," I told them what I just saw this morning.

"Had to be this acquaintance" thought the Budi with a smile.

"Bud wong bule is not pleased with your rich ndeso," joked the Frank while mocking him.

"Aja (don't) Bud his people johokan time garbage is not in the cave even in let, even so I threw it into place" I said forbid it because this afternoon saw him throw away his sweat rag paper towel and he just left it.

"Yes let it be on the news also akeh (many)," he argued.

"But ra teyeng (can) keep your cleanliness anyway," said the Frank who also hinders to like the bule boy

"Ya jor na nyong sing will train the con to keep clean (yes let me train so I can keep clean)," he said strong stance does not falter at all.

"Basar ngeyel," said the Frank upset.

"Heh cah actually it depends on fate," I told him that the soul mate depends on the fate above.

"Then Lam did," said Budi, confirming my words.

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21.30 Hours have passed but the three of us still have talk material in the talk. Until Miss Las came home we were still hanging out.

"Mom, can you close pa? (Mom, what's closed?)," asked me who saw Miss Las who returned by carrying her merchandise basket.

"Geggih, kowe on rung ramp gali chat? (yes, you guys haven't finished talking yet)," she replied, asking us.

"The spirit is fun Bu e (not yet fun Mom)," replied the Budi representing.

Ms. Las walked up to the three of us and gave us a box of food. "Oh.. Well martabak levihan," Ma'am kos returned to give us his food.

"It is not necessary Mom, but often hehehe," said the Budi who received the martabak Bu Kos.

"Basar kowe, even crunched," said Ms. Las Geregetan to want to hit the Budi. Si Budi immediately smiled at him who made himself not so hit.

"Yah selahin" told him to emphasize his words because of greget with the behavior of the Budi.

"Gggih Bu matursuwun (iya Bu thanks)," said the three of us happy.

"Yes wis Ibu did not return, aja kewengen (yes already I want to go home, do not stay overnight)," said Bu Las while telling the three of us.

"Yes Ma'am ready," the three of us replied while saluting him.

Ms. Las walked away leaving the three of us to go home.

"Satur nuwun (thank you)," I shouted to thank him again.

The three of us finally got excited to talk again.

Now I'm the one who started the conversation on the joke tonight.

"You want to enter what department? Nyong tah wingi the list of MIPA majors," asked me because I was curious about the majors taken by these two friends.

"On Lam I too," replied the Budi chimed in.

"Well, the three of us are friends, what?" said the Frank who felt our fate was indeed met.

"Yes Clara Karo (sama) Sinta entered the department what he said?" I was also curious about my two girlfriends.

"Kae cah loro mbuh I understand durung takon (that's a two-child don't know I haven't asked)," replied the Frank did not know.

"It turns out that disciple sing (who) entered Unsoed a lot well," thought the Budi suddenly.

"Yes sampe wong (people) outside is also there," he said.

"Yes an example of a bule boy this morning sing white," I added.

"A great school, we didn't expect to be able to go there" said the Frank while boasting the Unsoed campus.

"He's so grateful" I said again.

"Oh yes Bud said my mother I kon (so) ngajak yam dolan (main) to my house sometime," I conveyed my mother's message to him.

"Your mother said rich kuwi (so), so I can't wait. When's ya?" he said he was smiling while thinking about the right time to visit my house.

"Most nek (if) vacation, I melu (follow) yes," suggested the Frank replied while protesting to come to visit my house.

"Yes yes, but I don't know kanko (later)" I replied.

"Kira ngesuk (tomorrow) we ne ap activities huh?" I changed the subject.

"Mbuh deleng wae as they please (do not know tomorrow)," replied the Budi.

"What time is saiki (now)?" I ask who remembers time.

"It is not hard to want a twelve (eleven) hour," replied the Budi looking at the watch in his hand.

"Udahan pa dah malem," I propose to end the joke tonight.

"Yes, it's malem, too. Yes wis I did not return (home) yes," replied the Frank while saying goodbye.

"Later before turning back I rep takon (was), kowe did not wedi (fear) use the motor bodol so?" I said stop the Frank who was about to start the engine motor.

"Wedi karo (same fear) what Lam?" tanyakanya.

"Police leh, if the kedikep (caught) how?," I replied while asking again.

"Look wae I do not jog (pass) Prapatan I through e dalan (walk) walk," he replied again.

"Ooo oh yes thank you," I said relieved.

"Basic e iki motor cok digawa my legs ngalas, (essentially this motorbike is often brought to the forest)," he explained again.

"Oh rich kuwe (so)," I said understand.

"Heh later malem Sunday play yuh meng (to) Pwt Square," suggested the Frank suddenly on us both

"I have to know how to add (yes, I may never go there)" I agreed.

"Ashik kuwi must be akeh wong ayu (that fun must be a lot of beautiful people)," said Budi seneng.

"Arep (want) find a mate pa?" ask Frank to her.

"Yes mbok mawa ana sing gelem (yes if anyone wants)," he replied.

"Yes Bud," I replied saying.

"Promise yes, not samperin mengko (later) if not come," said the Frank gave a promise to me and the Budi.

"Yes, yes" answered the two of us, according to the muttering.

"Wis bali sana mbok (fear) kemalaman tomorrow still ana OSEK again mbok (right)," tell me because it's getting night.

"Yes, I've returned. Suwun (thank you) yes," said again.

"Yes" I answered and the Budi.

Frank started his noisy motorbike.

"Treng eteng eteng eteng..," Frank turned on his motor.

"Dah. ngesuk maning (tomorrow again)," he said, raising his hand and sliding into the street.

The Frank left and only left a trace of dense exhaust smoke. Until I and Budi coughed.

"Jan the Frank motore pollution temen (ih the Frank motor is a real cop)," I said astonished.

"Iya Lam nebul kabeh, noisy tanggane anyway (iya lam mengebul all, make noisy neighbors)," he said.

"The taste of martabak iki can change the taste of the exhaust kie (see martabak taste can-can turn into this exhaust taste)," joked the Budi again.

"Yes Bud hehehe. Wis lah back dah.(iya Bud hehehe. Come home from the drug)," said my saying after laughing while raising my hand.

"Heh Lam turned back to kiye greeting sing ngrewangi nyong (heh Lam kok came home this who helped me)," he said surprised to see me had gone walking. The Budi is confused himself now.

"Well I'm sleepy, atis basic e (that I'm sleepy, cold too)," I cried.

I gave a reason that I was already sleepy and the atmosphere of the night looked cold. I also put the sheath I was wearing up to cover my entire body.

"Jere loyal friend lah iki what?(he said loyal comrade what is this?)," he scolded while yelling at me.

"Setia my friend prei said, kesuwun Bud. I'm sorry (my dear friend is off first, thanks Bud. Sorry)," answered me who also shouted to be heard by him.

"It's just basic," his scolding again began to get upset.

Si Budi was forced to clean up the leftovers and drinks alone. Because of the late hour, he became creepy himself because the atmosphere had turned quiet. The night wind also grabbed him who was cleaning the tongkrongan bench alone.

"Hih deneng goosebumps (hih kok goosebumps)," he murmured. He quickly cleaned up the rest of his food and went straight inside.

I was in my room and I was going to the bathroom to clean up.

"Waregee (Kenyang nyaa)," I said as I walked towards the bathroom holding my stomach.

I go to the bathroom clean-up and keep sleeping. Time shows at 23:15 I start sleeping for tomorrow.

A beautiful and happy night, no. Night jokes with dear friends mean the closest. His fun laugh together was incomparable merrily. This is called a happy heart full stomach.

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