Room No.11B
Part. 37

"Sissy, must be going home from college?" ask the fat man.

"Kok did you know?" ask Kemala.

"Yes, because my brother has lectured my heart" said the man.

When I was silent, I was silent.

The man with a big smile, probably realized his joke did not make us laugh. Then said,

"Hehehehe. Not funny, is it?"

"Hehehehe. Later on try again mas." said Kemala. I just kept watching the fat guy.

"OKo brother. So what do you want to do?" ask the fat man.

Kemala and I looked at a large whiteboard in the upper corner of the wall. On the blackboard that emblazoned menu, a lot and quite confusing. I saw that Kemala also looked confused.

"What kind of coffee is it?" ask Kemala while looking at the board.

"If there is no copy-coffee element, you see the right one, there is non-coffee writing." point the man to the menu board.

"Where? Not visible." said Kemala. I saw Kemala close his eyes and ask. I shut up and held back the laughter. Apparently he mocked the fat man with the plunge that was pointed at me.

"That's my brother, which has a big non-coffee writing." the fat man still pointed to the menu board.

"Where's mas? I don't see."

"That's my brother, whose writing is kun color." the stocky man did not continue the words, then he turned to Kemala.

"Yeee the big brother, I want to show you until the kebo leafan where it seems that his brother is crashing." said the fat man.

There was only Kemala, until the waitress of the coffee shop he was smarting.

"Sorry mas, sometimes my eyes like to close by themselves if you see the same price menu. Hehehe."

"Udah. When to drink it if lo becandain his mas continues. Mas, I order coffee milk sugar palm." I said.

"What do you want to order?" ask the fat man to Kemala.

"Emm. I'm ice chocolate aja mas." said Kemala.

"OKAY. Coffee milk sugar palm one. Ice chocolate one. In wait, brother." said the thick man while leaving us.

How to start a conversation with Kemala? Should I ask you, have you eaten yet? Ah stale, too stiff, impressed old school.

"Eh, when are you going to the perpus? Going to the bus with yuk!" I opened the chat.

"Eh? Perp?" Kemala looked confused.

Ah shit, why do the words perpus come out of my mouth. You stupid Adi.

"Di" call Kemala.

"Yes?"

"Gue is very sorry" said Kemala gave his condolences.

"Yes, thank you."

"What is the story of Di? I want to know from the deception of the deceased. You see, on campus there are many versions of the story, I get confused."

"Many versions? What did you hear about the story?" manya curious.

"There are many versions. Some say Bagas was kidnapped, kept in a crib in an empty house. There are also those who say Bagas ran away from home because of stress, continued to live in the empty house until it was not taken care of and died."

I was shocked to hear the story of Kemala. It turns out that there are many rumors circulating about the departure of my best friend, Bagas.

"Huh, did someone say that? Seriously lo?" my many.

"Yes, that's why I said many versions." said Kemala.

Then I told the story from the beginning until Nek Iyah called me that morning. He listened without saying or asking. On the sidelines of my story, the handsome waitress came to deliver our order, allowing us to enjoy it kindly.

"Geez, how could you? And I just heard the term shock..What shock was that?" tanya Kemala, in selingi suck his ice chocolate.

"Hivopolemic shocks."

"Di, you have no intention of moving from there?" ask Kemala again.

"Where from?"

"The cost. If I were lo, I'd have moved on." said Kemala.

"Not want, there is good Mala. I am comfortable with the atmosphere. Anyway, if you remember the struggle to find a hostel, it feels very heavy. Pacing, ask here and there. I'm tired anyway." I'm clear.

"Oh that. What makes you comfortable?" Kemala asked back.

"Emm, what makes it comfortable?" I thought for a moment.

"Yeee dreadlocks. Haha." He threw a bunch of tissue in my face.

At 16:20.

Our chat was already excited, already two glasses of iced coffee I spent. I went to the toilet a few times.

"In, behind yuk. It's afternoon." take Kemala.

"Come on. I will pay for it soon." I said.

"Let's pay together." said Kemala. We also headed to the cashier table.

The cash register was guarded by a woman, hooded with a mole on her left cheek. His face looked young, probably around 27 years old.

"Sister, pay for it." I said.

"What table? Oh, the table's outside, huh?" said it. I'm nodding.

The woman pressed the number on the cash register, then came out a small paper from the inside.

"This sister, forty thousand in total." the woman handed him a small piece of paper.

I also paid.

"Thank you sister." I said with a smile, the woman returned a smile.

"Yes are the same."

"Bro!" call a skinny man behind a yellow wagon. I just saw this guy. Oh, apparently from earlier he was blocked by a yellow wagon.

"Yes" I said.

"Don't call him brother, he's old!" show the skinny guy to the cashier table girl.

"Hahaahaha. The hell mas?" sahutku.

"Suwer I bro. He was old. Hahahaha." the skinny guy is mocking the girl at the cashier's desk.

"Lo is old too. Just like me." the girl replied.

"Mas, go back. Thanks." I said.

"Yes bro. Tomorrow come again. If you can invite family, relatives, SD friends, Junior High School friends, High School friends, college friends. Hehehehe." said the skinny man.

"Haha. Ready for it."

Me and Kemala left the coffee shop. The place is cool, the coffee is good, and the people who work there are also friendly. I may refer him to Yuda, he really likes coffee.

"Is the place cool?" ask me to go to Kemala while we walk.

"Asik. The drinks are good, keep the decoration of the store is good, who work there also like to joke it looks, just like me, hehehehe. Why the hell?" ask Kemala.

"Nothing. I agree with you." I said.

He remained silent, not how long he spoke.

"Naaahh, I know this. I know!"

"Eh, you know what?" many confused.

"Lo has a crush on the big brother who guards the cashier, right? Ngaku lo Diii." accuse Kemala.

I push slowly Kemala's arm.

"Don't bother talking."

"It's a lie, you Di. Looked to know you were looking at him. Hahahaha" said Kemala again.

"Haha. Suddenly I want to buy socks deh ni." I murmured.

"Aaahh don't look for another discussion lo."

"I really want to buy socks" I said.

"And I'm talking about the brother at the cashier Di, how do you discuss socks anyway?" kemala Reply.

"Originally, I want to buy socks."

"What the hell are you doing at?" Kemala asked.

"Make your mouth sumpel! Haha."

"Haha. Fuck you." Kemala punched me.

Today is a day I cannot forget. I was with Kemala long enough. We told each other a lot. We were joking, teasing each other. I can forget for a moment the mystical things I've been through lately. I can forget the punishment from Mr. Azmi even if only for a moment. Yes, it was Kemala who made it all so beautiful. Just with Kemala.