The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Ten
The girl who served the buyers swayed her kebaya-clad hips, while whistles and obscene words scattered from the guests who were definitely all men. Coffee shops and eateries that do benefit from the stopover of truck and vehicle drivers between cities have a strategic location, right on the side of the road but with a parking lot that is so large, the, enough for twenty to thirty trucks and passenger buses.
The same girl walked slowly towards the table of Marsudi and his two friends. Kardiman Setil's eyes couldn't strip the waiter naked. The girl also understood that she was being noticed, after all it was her job.
The girl smiled flirtatiously at Kardiman Setil, "What do you want to drink?" he asked the three people who sat at the table, but his mischievous gaze remained attached to Kardiman Setil.
"I have coffee, mbak" said Marsudi. "What do you want to drink, Af? Kar?"
"Sama, coffee. Black, bitter, yes ...," Affandi said. He then looked at Kardiman Setil who was silent and the unfettered look of the servant girl sort of drugged and hypnotized, "Woi, Kar. What do you want to drink?" Affandi poked Kardiman Setil's ribs with his elbows.
The one who was followed complained, "Ah, I'm just a beer huh ayu," he said immediately.
"Weleh, early in the morning have been beating this kangmas," the girl winked spoiled. "There's something else? What's breakfast you want?"
"You're my breakfast, what?" Kardiman Setil can't help but hold back.
The girl was too used to the temptations of different kinds of men. For this matter, of course, the easy thing for him, "Ah, kangmas. If I can make breakfast, kangmas should wait until next week. A lot of queues, kangmas," he giggled. Then leave while flexing his hips.
Kardiman hit his desk fat, "Campret, flirtatious kid. Today he still wears a kebaya to work as a servant. If not intentionally tempting, especially, right? I want to know the price."
"You are this, Kar. Like no other woman," replied Affandi. Marsudi smiled, "If you really want that woman, Kar, we come back here again after my business is done."
Kardiman Setil patted his old foster brother on the shoulder, "Well, that's my brother. You really know what I want" replied Kardiman Setil.
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Two drivers and two inter-city bus cabins sitting at a table not far from Marsudi's desk and their two brothers stealing their conversation about Obong village and a magical heirloom in the form of a the keris they were talking about earlier.
"From what we heard several times when asking people around this place, Obong village is located not too far away. Funny thing is, no one can really show you where exactly that place is. If the explanation is not muter-muter yes too short," said Kardiman Setil.
"I think it's natural that this place is difficult to find, maybe some kind of heirloom deliberately hidden from ordinary people" Marsudi replied.
"I'm sorry, mas-mas. Are you looking for a village called Obong?" suddenly a man approached their table. This made Affandi break the table, stand up and swear,
"Sat. Who are you to dare to be insolent?!" this action made the people in the coffee shop aghast and looked towards them.
Marsudi held slowly onto his foster brother's arm and looked around as if apologizing. Affandi was aware of the old brother's orders and slowly sat down while taking a deep breath. Marsudi looked at the man who came in with the courtesy of perhaps apologizing, "I'm sorry my brother. He was rude, mas," he said.
The man nodded awkwardly. Affandi slowly realized what he was doing was unacceptable. In his realm, as one of the thug leaders he was a respected and feared man. No one talks to him without thinking. But now they are in a country in the middle of nowhere, so inevitably his behavior must be slightly changed, even though it does not mean he is afraid to be in people's areas. Going far from his hometown takes courage and has been done and proven years ago.
"I'm the one who's sorry. I also apologize for stealing to hear mas-mas talk about Obong village" he said. "It just so happened that I and my three friends were there" said the man, pointing with his thumb at three men at the opposite table who nodded politely in unison, "...it's Obong's village."
Marsudi looked sharply at Affandi. The person feels guilty for acting unpleasant.
"It just so happens, Mom. We were planning to go to Obong village. It's just that information about this village is very difficult to obtain. It's good luck for us to meet directly with Obong residents. Is it far from here that mas village?"
"About three or four hours from here, ma'am. It could be more, depending on many factors. Understandably, the name is just the village road, mas. Actually we also want to go back to the village after a long period of work. Biasa, mas, the bus driver like us always long time not to go home," added the person.
Marsudi saw the three people at the table across, "Mas, just sit with us here. We'll talk for a minute," he said.
Get seven people together at one table. The four people who claimed to be Obong villagers had their schedule to return home. Usually they stay two days while waiting for their friends who can take them home. Not why, the road that leads to Obong village is quite small and which is clearly impossible to pass by the big buses that they sopiri. By waiting for one of their friends who had a private car, the five of them could go home together.
"You go with us. We have a van big enough for all of us, but we can still get through the road you mean," the owner of the car, Kardiman Setil this time spoke to offer his services. Even Affandi who was once rude admitted that this idea was good. Is not a good coincidence where they no longer need to bother looking for the location of the village, there are already four people who can be relied upon.
While talking at length, Marsudi practiced the four Obong residents with food and drink with enough royal. Kardiman Setil is thrilled as they continue to order food and drinks. This meant that the girl who was the valet would always come to their table, "I can't wait. You have to keep the promise to come here again after this business is over, yes" Kardiman Setil whispered to Marsudi.
Marsudi smiled, "Whatever the woman asks, I pay, though I know more. Consider it my thanks," Marsudi replied. Kardiman Setil chuckled and downed his beer.