Room No.11B
Part. 38

I drove Kemala to the bus stop in front of campus. At a crowded stop, my campus happened to be close to a fairly dense office area, it was natural that the view of the afternoon stop was filled with people.

"What's going back up?" my many.

"Most ojol. You want my anterin?" kemala Reply.

"Anterin ride ojol up your house? Stack three of that? Hehehehe." I said.

"Hehehehehe, yes three stacks. Where do you sit? Time on my lap is just like his brother."

"I'm not kidding. Lo temenin me until brother ojolnya come yes." pinta Kemala.

"Yes, I'm temenin. Even though Ojol's brother came to pick you up maghrib, I must have temenin lo kok."

"Yeee isn't that Bambaanngg either." He pushed my arm.

The sun is almost setting, the light is orange. I still accompany Kemala waiting for brother ojol. The stop is still full of people.

"Old hooze huh?" kemala.

"In the morning of the rush hour, people's hours go home from work. Maybe the server was busy too" I said.

"It could be, but it's not usually all this time."

"Patience. Haven't you been in contact yet, brother ojolnya?" my many.

"I'm chatting, he replies okay. But the image of the motor on the map is not motion Di. Take a look." Kemala explained while showing the picture on his phone screen. His face looks dirty.

Kemala's phone rings.

"So, call again. I was scolding him." he said.

He answered a call from my mother. His face looked panicked and scared. I don't know what I'm talking about, I just heard Kemala say yes, yes, and yes. Then give an explanation about brother ojol who never came.

If only I had a motor, there was no need for you to order that obscure bulge Kemala, I would take you wherever you want, I muttered in my heart. I could only look at the face of Kemala which still looks sad.

"Cock!"

I looked towards the sound. Mas Gun's.

"Eh mas's. Where's sampeyan going?" my many.

Mas Gun sat on the motorcycle wearing a helmet, looking neat. He turned off the engine and approached me.

"Broast lo Di, never play into my contract." The first sentence that came out of Mas Gun's mouth.

We also shake hands.

"Anything is arrogant. Um, know this my friend." I pointed to Kemala.

"Temper."

"Thunder." they shook hands.

"Where are you going? Afternoon at the stop." asked Mas Gun.

"This I've been waiting for ojol, just a long time ago did not come." I explained.

"Oh lama, cancel his order. Resell." suggested Mas Gun.

"Udah. Now you can't even get it." said Kemala.

"In, you use my motorbike. Anterin Kemala there, already want this maghrib. Pity the house people." Mas Gun pulled out the key.

"Eh. So, how are you going to go back?" my many.

"Gue is easy. It's getting in there, manhunt!" Mas Gun pushed my body.

"Mas, is it really okay?" askaku. He just remained silent.

"This is a slow guy. There's anther Kemala!"

I also invited Kemala to ride on the bike. Previously Kemala thanked Mas Gun. I also drove Kemala home. Gun is the best.

When we headed the road, we talked a lot during the trip. Kemala told me that his mother was quite strict about time and there was no tolerance.

About fifteen minutes later, we finally arrived at Kemala's house. I drove to the front of Kemala's house. Adhan Maghrib has been reverberating since, the sky was already dark. Get off the motor. His face looked a little lethargic.

"Di, thank you for my anther to the house" he said.

"Yes alike. Uh, I'm sorry yeah, because over time chatting in the coffee shop, you so late coming home." I reply.

"Hehehehe. Relax, we hang out there again sometime. I know you want to see your sister at the cashier, right?" ledek Kemala's.

"Haha. Start with respect." I said.

"Malaaa! Coming in!" yelled Kemala's mother from the porch of the house. He then approached us, still wearing a mukena. I was shocked by the screams of Kemala's mother.

"Heh you, if bring my son remember the time. Maghrib just came home, what college until this hour?" momma Kemala yelled at me. He just remained silent.

"Whose name are you?" ask Kemala's mother.

"I'm Adi ma'am."

"Tomorrow don't play with my son. Mala wants to focus on college. Go home there! Mala, in!" continued mother Kemala.

"Yes mom, sorry mom. I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum."

He went into the house first with his face down. Kemala's mother did not answer my greetings, I turned on the bike, then left. It turns out that my bad luck is not over until this afternoon, the nagging mother Kemala added to the list.

There is something in my heart right now. Terngiang prohibition of Kemala's mother, not to play with Kemala. It hurts to hear that word. Never mind, I also realize who I am.

I daydreamed all the way to Mas Gun's contract.

Tiiiiinnn.

"Wooii, you crazy! Bring the motor don't be dumb!" a motorist's whistle.

I shut up and stopped for a moment on the side of the road.

Then go back on the journey.

Before long, I arrived at Mas Gun's contract. I parked the bike right in front of Mas Gun's room. My body is lethargic, not excited.

"Assalamualaik."

"Hoi, kumsalam." replied Mas Gun, he was laying down his body while playing games on his phone.

I sat in front of the door, leaning back, looking at the ceiling of the room, silently speechless.

"Ciyeee who is Kemala? Hehehe." Mas Gun meredekku.

I kept quiet not responding to it.

"Have you not been?" connect Mas Gun.

I'm still quiet.

"His accrual is doongg, just eat." continued Mas Gun, his eyes remain focused on the phone screen.

I didn't say.

"Chicken pitcher subscriptions I mah, not expensive. Yuk, when is it?" Mas Gun is still teasing me.

I'm not paying attention.

"Ciyee ciyee, my friend has a girlfriend niiihh." Mas Gun kept teasing me.

I'm not flinching.

"In, Adi." call Mas Gun.

I looked towards him.

"What mas?" tanyaku brief.

"From just now I was not responding. Nonsensical. Why lo?" said Mas Gun, he woke up from the dispute.

I shut up, then smile.

"It's okay mas." I said not much.

"Your face is not very good at. You're being pushed back by Kemala?" ask Mas Gun.

I nodded slowly, without saying.

"Why the hell Di? Any issues?" Mas Gun kept pushing me.

"Mas, thank you for the bike. I'm not why. Relax." I said with a smile to Mas Gun.

Grievous. Bemoan. Be ill. My chest tightened when I remembered the clash of Kemala's mother. I can't bear the feeling of having to tell Mas Gun.

"Mas, I'm back. Thanks for the bike." I got up from my seat after giving the keys to Mas Gun.

"Lho, back at. Copy first." sergeant Mas Gun.

"Tomorrow, we'll have coffee at my coffee shop." I said.

"Let's get anter to kost lo Di."

"No need to relax, relax. I want to walk, it has not been a sport for a long time. Hehehe."

"What the hell is it?" Gun kept asking.

"There's nothing. Wes I muleh yo, suwun mas." I went by leaving Mas Gun, he was probably wondering why my facial features were not as usual.

There is never any sadness if there is a Mas Gun. He could always make me laugh with his jokes and jokes. Sorry, but next time I'll tell you. I walked slowly to the boarding house. May my misfortune today not continue until tomorrow. I hope I can sleep well tonight. Amens.