Pursuing the Love of a Racer: 4G GUYS
Verse-31
Entering the living room, there was a musty smell of a damp room that was long abandoned. Dust sticks to every piece of furniture. Tables, chairs, shoe racks, wall cabinets where the jacket is stored, everything looks dull.
Elijah looked around as he slowly stepped into the alley, passing through a number of doors that he thought were rooms.
The house is big with lots of rooms. It was probably a former big family home, Elijah thought. Just like her aunt's house. Maybe a heritage house too.
As Elijah recalled, his uncle was the eldest son of a prominent Batavian-warrior descendant of the pure Betawi tribe.
This is akamsi, here!
No wonder he was so respected.
By the way, which room is it? Elijah wondered in his heart while researching all the doors and pushing them one by one.
Everything's locked!
Elijah continued his steps towards the kitchen that became one with the dining room, the size was also quite large. A blue plastic serving hood is cupped onto a round dining table with six carved wooden chairs in the middle of the room.
In the corner of the room near the exit there is a bamboo table, an old-time oil stove perched on it. On the table along the wall lined aluminum cookware with dark circles on the bottom. On the side, stood a plate rack made of copong iron or mild steel painted white and blue.
Absolutely classic, Elijah thought in awe.
How do you light an oil stove? Elijah's curious. Then get closer to the racquet table. He bent over observing the stainless stove with his eyes squashed, then turned the round-shaped knob at the bottom of the stove that he assumed to be a lighter like the one on a gas stove. But nothing happened.
Elijah tried to suppress it. Still nothing happens.
Then he tried to press it while turning it.
Naughtiness!
Jiah, Elijah thought it was ridiculous. Then straighten his body again and move away from the racquet table.
Someone watched her from the doorway while she crossed her arms and leaned one shoulder against the door frame.
"Early?" Elijah flabbergasted. Cave forgot yet naburin garem front door, he thought.
The beautiful man hissed laughing while smothering his mouth with one hand, then pulled his shoulder from the door frame and walked towards Elijah. "Gini you know, how to wear an oil stove," he said while flicking his hair in a pretentious style. He reached into his pants pocket and took out a plastic lighter. "Here," he said, waving his hands with curly fingers.
Elijah followed her with an amused expression, meaning disgust!
The beautiful man plucks a wire that looks like fireworks that Elijah used to play as a child every night of the year. He opened a small plug at the bottom of the stove and dipped the wire in oil, then burned it.
Elijah watched her with a face as the man inserted the end of the flaming wire into a small cavity at the top of the stove to light all the axes that were lined around stovetop.
With a wooden style, the Beautiful Man flicked his hair again and pointed at the knob Elijah had held. "This is still, its function is to go upin the same nurunin axis," he said while showing how to raise and shrink the fire.
Elijah nodded while biting his lower lip.
"Well," the beautiful man pulled his body and looked around, then grabbed an aluminum kettle. "Now we cook aer, make coffee handsome brothers!" he said, blinking his eyes and smiling flirtatiously.
Elijah smiled awkwardly in response.
"Aer cooker, let it mateng," Galang began to bounce as he bent towards the big plastic barrel in the other corner of the room, unscrewing the lid and scooping the water inside with a plastic dipper. "Aer cooker to coffee handsome brothers!"
Where's the sink? I thought Elijah couldn't take it anymore. The cave pen vomits!
After filling the kettle, Galang wags his hair again, closes the kettle, closes the barrel again, and kicks while rocking the duck. "Juk, gyak-gijuk, gyak-gijuk! Aha-ah!"
Please, deh! Jan the fucking train again! lament Elijah in heart.
As soon as he got near the stove, the Beautiful Man squealed dramatically with his eyes and mouth rounded one hand smothering his mouth in dramatic style!
The stove's flame shrinks and flushes red, accompanied by a thin black smoke.
Elijah looked over the shoulder of the half-giant man—or perhaps half-mountain, with the curious face of a small child.
The giant looked back and forth, looking for oil jerry cans. After he found it, he put a funnel in the hole at the bottom of the stove and poured the oil into the tube, and immediately the fire grew and erupted with terrible bursts.
The beautiful man screamed hysterically like a woman, which automatically made everyone outside scatter inside and crammed against the middle door.
Elijah was smothering his mouth.
Blue flames gushed from the oil tube hole.
Galang soared away from the stove while smothering his ears and screaming.
Simultaneously, Evan and Bang Wi charged into the center of the room.
He spontaneously rushed into Evan's arms while pretending to cry, "Dede was scared, Bang!"
"Amit-amit!" hardik Evan while removing the Soft Bone Man from before him. "You're ashamed of bewok, Si B a n g k e!"
The whole room spontaneously chuckled and was blown away, while Bang Wi was busy looking around for wet cloth.
A moment later, Bang Wi-assisted Evan, finally managed to dampen the flame by emphasizing the wet cloth and extinguishing it slowly. "Dede! Dede!" gerutu Bang Wi while glancing at Galang. "Dedemits?"
The whole room was back laughing.
Galang responded with a bowed face while nibbling his nails mimicking the innocent girl who was in a crisis of confidence.
Failed to have a BBB-style aer cook tutorial, Elijah said in his heart. BBB means Big Banget Sissy. But finally the cave knows what it means "Kompor Mowuk" in an old song created by Benjamin Sueb, he thought melantur.
"Kaga can be trusted anyway," said Martin while menoyor pelipis Galang. "Tell me to cook the kitchen!"
Galang whined at Maha while grabbing the guy's arm, "Aa, Dede bullied!"
"Astaghfirullah!" yelled Maha while cheering away from Galang. "Laa ilaha! Laa ilaha!" he muttered repeatedly like when there was an earthquake, then shuddered while patting his palm on the nape and along his arm like he was patting dust. Then rubbed his face. "Astaghfiullah!"
The whole room was laughing.
"Take wudhu, you!" innu said.
"Bacaine verse chair, Grit!" timpal Igun's. Meaning Great--Maha.
Grit is Maha's little call, because it's uncomfortable to call her, "Mah!" or "Ha!"
Ha ha ha…
Not funny, huh?
Forget it!
"Mending to Cang Nizar, you! Menta tamba," proposed Bemo.
Who else tried Cang Nizar?
That's it, only they know!
Perhaps Cang Nizar was some kind of spiritual teacher. What is clear, tamba in Sundanese means antidote or medicine. Often associated with shamanism.
"Laen times, if the stove again flame jan filled with oil," Bang Wi's cerocos, lectured Galang while bending over to fix the stove— helped Evan. "Fill the oil first, start it!"
"Sorry, Dad!" sahut Galang pretended to obey, then bowed and twisted the tip of his t-shirt.
Basic B a n c i L a k n a t!