The Saga Property Room
Chaptre 08. Boim and Jaka
Chaptre 08. Boim and Jaka.
Morning changed afternoon, that would be my habit of working in dungeons.
I who arrived at the house immediately cleaned up and took a nap. Ever since I worked in the dungeon, I have often felt tired when there was no physical activity. Perhaps, this was due to me expending life energy within my body or commonly called mana.
When I thought like that, the Operator confirmed it.
And I rested until I was awakened by the sound of the Azaan from the mosque. After that, I began to feel hungry and when I saw the refrigerator there was only fruit that I bought. So I decided to eat outside.
After a few steps out of the house there is a fried rice worker who is going to eat there.
Seeing that there were no more foodies, I decided to buy fried rice.
"Sir, the special fried rice is one!"
"Soor not?" ask the fried rice man.
"Just be right."
"Eat here or get wrapped up?" ask the fried rice man again.
"Eat here."
I thought like that because I was lazy to wash the dishes again.
"Yes, Mas. Please sit!" yell the fried rice man.
I sat in an empty chair next to two men my age. One oriental-faced and one large-bodied, black-haired and kribo-haired were eating fried rice and chatting with each other. They look like close friends.
As I sat, a black man greeted me.
"Hey bro, you just moved in that haunted house huh? not afraid of what?" ask the black man while eating his food
"Yes, I just moved in two days ago and there's nothing there."
Lu and Gua are no stranger to me because they often watch Indonesian soap operas and films in the orphanage.
As I answered that, the oriental man resumed our conversation.
"Oiya, since you lived there. No more strange sounds," said the oriental man.
"Truly, bro." replied the man in black.
"Oh, so. Thank goodness and by the way, I am Indraguna Saga," said my introduction while giving a hand.
"Wua, how cool is your name, bro. Boim Cave. The person here is the most handsome" said a black man named Boim and accepted my hand.
"Hehehe, yes."
Not long after Boim let go of my hand because his friend wanted to get acquainted.
"I'm Joko" said the oriental man who shook hands with me.
"Saga."
A moment later, Joko let go of her hand.
"Hey, Saga. Lu know not Joko is his mother Java and his father china so it was so the skin brown eyes narrow," ledek Boim.
"Yeee," replied Boim.
Seeing their attitude made me smile.
"Yeah, Joko. You are native to Java. If I'm in poor."
"The original cave mother of Madiun but, it has been a long time here and rarely returned to the village anyway," replied Joko.
"Saga, why the hell do you use me, you're rich dating. Relax, bro, we use your cave?!" said Boim.
"It seems like I can't, I'm used to it."
"Udah, it's Saga. There's no need to beat him. By the Way, you have Insta, Fcbok and WA?" ask Joko.
"I only have WA."
"OK, record our numbers. It takes nothing" said Joko.
"Yes." Yeah."
I took the smartphone out of my pocket, which surprised them.
"Wait, Saga! can I borrow your phone?" pinta Boim's.
"Hm, yes. It's!" I answered while lending my phone.
Boim and Joko borrowed my phone. They're amazed.
"IPhone Pro, Jack! Crazy you, an old-fashioned house and a hut but an iPhone phone," said Boim.
I did not answer and gave a smile.
"What iPhone, Bro?" ask Joko.
"The iPhone 13 Pro."
"WHAT?!" boim and Joko said in unison and they looked at each other with astonished faces.
After that, Boim immediately returned the phone in a hurry.
"This, Bro. Afraid the Cave holds it. There's nothing! the cave can be a lifetime of babu to replace the loss," said Boim.
"Liet down. Though," I replied while taking the phone.
"Oiya, if you need anything? tell us yes. We're ready to help, aren't we?!" joko.
"Oh, yes of course. We will be neighbors to help each other" replied Boim.
"Yes, thank you."
"Alright, Bro. Now write our number!" exclaim Joko.
I followed him and recorded their numbers. Not long after, my fried rice was ready and I ate the fried rice.
Since then, the three of us have been talking and talking to each other. They're good people.
As a sign of our friendship, I paid for the fried rice they ate.