Something Unforgettable "ANNELIA "
The Jln Kusumanegara incident
After I finish my assignment with Rt sir. In the evening I went on to my om place, jln Gambiran front of the mosque behind the bakpia pathok factory typical souvenirs by Yogyakarta. About my business, Mr. RT invited my friends to be present at the event for the thanksgiving of his daughter who soon wanted a fiancee, he did not tell in detail who the man who would not be me. Mr. Rt also invited specially to my om, he told me to convey to him.
Arriving at my om place, he was sitting in front of his terrace with a glass of tea at the table, the possibility of the tea was made by BI Inah my wife om. His name is Hengky Kurniawan cousin of my father who chose to stay in Yogyakarta, his native wife Yogyakarta married om ku and had three children. his first child, my brother, was older than me 3 years of college in Yogyakarta arts and has graduated, now working in design at a branch advertising company from central Jakarta, he said, I don't really understand the information about my brother, besides my brother also opened a paint motor business near his house. His two children are in the process of undergoing education both women are adek adek I younger than me of course. Om Hengky told me that my friends were waiting in front of his armature which was being guarded by BI Inah. I'm not going in the direction that Hengky meant. I was still sitting with him all telling me an invitation from RT sir, in further chat about my lecture, om Hengky questioned how my lecture, I answered safely so far there has been no problem, there is no disruption, maybe not yet. om Hengky also told me that his number two son did not have the desire to go to college, he asked me to persuade him to provide education that education is important, he said, I just assented. After much conversation with him I decided to go to my friends in Angkringan. The place is not so far near the Gambiran highway which is none other than just 2 minutes from the house of om Hengky without using a motor that is on foot.
Arriving at angkringan turned out my brother was there also joined my friends. As usual BI Inah also exists, I greet him.
"wes mesen opo konkoku bang..?" my broom to my brother, oh yes almost forgot my brother's name wakib Mustofa . I used to call his bang wakib according to the call of the people to him.
"Akeh, coffee telu, fried wes Ra know how many dach" he replied. I laughed with a smile. while replying "telu will enter the plural" .
bang wakib laughed, he agreed to my words. "Yo. pretty ka, there is nothing to be proud of from the presence of your friends" said bang wakib with a laugh.
We who were present there also followed laughing. "to the house first not earlier.?" continued bang wakib to me. I explained as desired answer bang wakib. "meet the same father..?" ask bang wakib again.I replied and told him that I had been sitting long with om Hengky.
"What a chat is the same ommu le" . continued BI Inah then. "donations for the wedding bang wakib BI" I answered while taking a fried food and eating it. bi Inah laughed a little listening to my answer, with an expression of disbelief.
"when to get married bang..? later even first arka, already someone likes him" ganar suddenly connect and the question was specifically on bang wakib.
Bang Wakib just resigned. He explained that it was time to get married later, he said that the klo was not papa first, sooner it was the best process. Bang Wakib used to have a girlfriend while in college, often brought to his home even familiar but then extinct I don't know. the question of the frenetic answer that at this time no one likes me, it's a lie, it's just a joke, in fact the person who likes it still has not appeared, maybe not yet born to earth.
"alah le, there must be someone who likes you! wong kamu yang ganteng" BI Inah also voiced back along with his praise.
"if anyone likes it but hasn't told me yet, don't I know it bi, so for me it's not yet"
"where may claim le. women are embarrassed to admit it first"
"if not ngaku, fear of straying to other women bi" I replied. BI Inah laughs "yes don't Sampek le".
We have talked a lot in Angkringan about Hengky for hours. Full of laughter, joking, mocking each other, starting from the unmarried wakib bang, hesan who likes the same person but is rejected, Bayu who still likes the dream mbk coffee cashier Ambarukmo, to the fan who said sok alim not deketin girls but Sunday night never absent.that's us with the characteristics of our association, so we are, discuss what is important more rame than mother arisan.
After saying goodbye to unplug first me and my friends agreed to practice music on Kusumanegara street. Indeed, not all can play musical instruments only partially but we also used to hang out in front of him.The place was already a basecamp for musical training owned by his brother Bayu, said Bayu. That is we have our own pride, have their own relationships, their own entertainment that can be enjoyed together. that night in a room like a concert everyone who was there sang with the typical art of each, only had an undivided excitement, no matter who the voice was the best, no matter who the voice, not an audition, not an official stage.the sound of our voices fused like chime following the direction of the way the musical tone echoed, Alternately singing random songs that we memorized.
Almost one album from a combination of popular bands in Indonesia has made the throat hoarse, sultry, and tired. finally decided to rest, break, moving to the front porch enjoying the atmosphere of the night with a breeze of the breeze hit us, until it feels up to the bones. lit a cigarette relax, all complain of fatigue, express excitement, express excitement, together with a bottle of tea drink taken from the refrigerator as a flavor freshener as well as a complement for smokers.
A few hours per minute, not so felt the clock is already at the number 00:30 it means that it has changed the day.
kusumanegara Street began to be quiet, motorcyclists began to reduce, live sales cars occasionally pass quickly. Across the road where we gathered. suddenly the matic motorbike driven by a girl stopped, from a distance I saw him standing on his motorbike. Maybe there was a problem or running out of gas, I went over, along with two guys who had approached him, then I paused, watching from afar. I thought the two boys might be friends who also wanted to help her. I was still watching, they were chatting, but a moment later the girl pushed her bike, he said, followed by the two guys on his bike. ganar said maybe the girl was disturbed, seen from his mimic rather uncomfortable, he said, with his pace getting faster and his gaze forward appearing to be in a hurry, I also thought so. Bayu made me realize his motorbike was similar to annelia's, solo number plate. My steps continued towards him with a run.
"why..?" I asked the two boys, the girl then stopped with my arrival, her face showing panic, discomfort. Two guys frowned, smiling cunningly looking at each other.
They laughed, completely underestimating his expression "If girlfriend why..?" one of them answered. "Still hahahah's girlfriend" they laughed.it looks like they're in shock, the condition is out of control.
My body approached them. "anyone who bothers her will deal with me" . The girl was silent, back on her bike and next to me.
"already mas. ayokk" take the girl.
"yes, the hero" said one of them.
Bayu approached me who was followed up with other friends.
"why...?" ask Bayu.
"take care of them..!" I said to my friends. "let's go ". take me to the girl. I took over pushing the girl's bike. The sound of the motor from behind lit up and drove fast while cheering "kroyokannn hiaaa".
hesan immediately drove his motorbike after being asked to join Bayu buying gasoline.we returned to the previous place with the girl and her motorcycle. I apologized to him for confessing to his girlfriend, and he called her "it's okay to thank you".
"but really you look like my boyfriend" my camel told him.
"yes.? what's the name of her boyfriend.?" askinya.
"annelia. uh not yet sich mbak's girlfriend, but hehe's candidate"
"who can"
"can you, right..? not yet inaugurated in the Ministry of Religious Affairs. haha" I replied.
"does it have to be a..?"
"hahahaha, let's see the ministry of religion" the girl smiled showing an expression of strangeness.
we chatted casually with the girl.question came from where, he explained that he came from his friend's place then strayed on the streets and was taken towards the road Kusumanegara, finally ran out of gas. He also told the purpose of his return to the direction of the carowajan.
Hesan and Bayu have come and then fill gasoline to the girl's motor. I told them to take them back to the carowajan to ensure their safety. I trust them completely, I am also sure they will not do anything and tell you that tonight we are playing in the musical basecamp owned by his brother Bayu. I forgot to ask her name, I didn't introduce my name either, but yes they're gone.
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