
Chapters 11. Men Onion
“Astaghfirullahalazim! W-you're human or kuntilanak!” exclaimed the man in blue clothes spontaneously half-screaming.
How not the man thought so, Khalisa whose face was as pale as paper standing under the shade of a tree in minimal lighting, was not mistaken for dedemit.
“I'm human, Sir!” the thrill is no longer stuttering. Feeling unacceptable is called kuntilanak, he moves to a brighter place. “Bapak look carefully. My foot is a dirt!” Khalisa clenched his legs tight a few times.
The man in police clothes and the one in blue, both lowered their eyes towards Khalisa's feet. Two other policemen came along. Bend, drag away those two unsettling thugs.
“What are the night-night Mbak wandering in such a quiet place? It is not safe for women. Prone,” asked the man in the blue suit.
“I-iya is not safe, I was also disturbed by two thugs earlier. But I'm no longer wandering,” rebut Khalisa fast.
“Well, it knows not safe. So why still hang around in the wee hours? Bring the child anyway, do not pity later the child in the wind?” The man in the blue suit is now approaching, looking for Khalisa more like a nag.
Khalisa who had just slightly eased from panic, scowled bitterly with the blue-clothed man's floss on him.
“I've been playing in the square with my son, sir. My son is busy playing, does not want to go home and I am here again intercepting angkot majors to Buah Batu, not wandering,” explained Khalisa, although arrogant because at a time when his fear was even diomeli, said Khalisa, he still explained the real situation. “Only half an hour has passed, the angkot has not passed.”
“Mbak not up to date information about Bandung City? One of them through the news broadcast on television,” cecar the man in blue again, while the one in police clothes was busy exchanging info through a walkie talkie.
“I never watch the news, Sir. The television used to watch Upin and Ipin cartoons by my son was also used to watch gossip shows by my mother-in-law,” Khalisa replied as it is, because that is the reality.
“But, accessing news can also go through media sites on mobile as well as the latest application page. A lot of important news that must be known, at least around important events today. Definitely Mbak preoccupation with making content until you do not have time to read important information.”
Khalisa was flabbergasted, why this handsome perlente man was so cute to him. From his stature, he was sure that this man was one of the police officers as well, just like his friend, just not wearing a uniform. Instead of asking about his condition as a confused civilian was also frightened, but instead continued to search for him with questions.
“My phone can only send chat, Mr.”
“But I do not have a Face book account,” Khalisa said again, making the man who asked look surprised.
“How about Inst4gram?”
“I also don't have.”
“Tw1tter?”
Khalisa.
“TikT0k?” he's getting curious.
“I don't have it all, Sir. Just look at my phone!” upset, Khalisa issued an outdated 2G network phone that can now only be used to call and send messages, considering that the cellular network has all been converted to 4G access to 5G.
“So, in the millennial era, this young Mbak really does not play social media at all?” asked the blue-clothed man who had been called Yudhis, dumbfounded.
"If so, why?"
“Mbak is a rare human being,” chirps straightforwardly, as if just met a new species.
“What does your question have to do with the angkot I'm waiting for?” khalisa does not understand.
“Angkutan Kota majoring Buah Batu, has two days stopped operating starting from six in the afternoon. They are protesting, related to the increase in the price of BBM. And this news has been widely spread in all electronic media since a few days ago. The new Angkot will be operational at six in the morning. So in the future, I recommend to diligently dig up information, especially before traveling."
Seriate.
Sorry to update again. Her body was sulking, asking for more attention. Don't forget to always take care of your health, all 🤗. Thank you for waiting patiently for 💜.