The Story Behind the Curtain
Falsehood

Before leaving the teenager the man uttered a sentence with a sharp glare, “Nak buduh!”

“Eh, by the way what lo?” rafan said a little shouting.

The teenage boy stuck out his tongue with his eyes half open, even though he was an adult Rafan still likes to be offended by the attitude of small children.

Erli clasped her husband's wrist, “Already Mas, embarrassed to see people!” prevent Erli.

“No! I can't take it to see that boy holding you. Why are you quiet anyway, huh? Then, it ... she said what was it?” Rafan strafed his wife with questions.

“Mas sure you want to know what it means?” ask Erli slowly.

“Iya!” rafan answered briefly.

“Serious want to know, Mas?”

Rafan brought his face closer and a sharp gaze that made Erli a little uncomfortable.

"If told not to argue too much, Erliana Sameira!" Rafan slightly shouted calling his wife's name.

Erli scratched his head while saying, “He said ... 'Crazy people'.”

“Say it tight! I can't hear,” said Rafan regretfully.

“Crazy ...”

“Yang is right. Masa, huh? Meaning of the word ‘nak budu’ crazy! Know where you are?” Grunts annoyed.

“Ya already if you do not believe,” continued Erli, “ayo, we enter! Later down magrib,” take Erli while pulling her husband into the store souvenir center.

Rafan was unable to speak anymore, but his heart still wondered the meaning of the sentence spoken by the teenager earlier. While Erli was busy sorting clothes and scarves, Rafan approached a waiter who was busy arranging sandals on the shelf.

“Ehm,” Rafan cleared his throat, “excuse me Mbak!” Rafan gave a faint smile.

“There can I help you with, Mister?” greet the shop clerk.

“There's Mbak. However, this is not a matter of goods in this store,” said Erli's husband.

The employee stared in wonder, but he still gave a sweet smile.

“Iya, please. You want to ask about what?”

“The meaning of the word ‘nak bhudu’ is what, yes?” whispered Rafan because he was afraid of being caught by Erli.

“Sorry, Sir. Those words are a little harsh!” answer the employee with a slightly stiff accent. Yes, that is how the people of the island of the Gods, Balinya very attached and it became a characteristic for the people there.

Differences that make their own uniqueness, but do not give a reproach for us to be an Indonesian nation. Okay, back to our story.

“It's okay. Don't worry, just tell me what it means! I will not be offended or angry,” said Rafan firmly.

“The madman means, Sir. The word is some sort of bunches or plugs. Sorry Sir!" The employee took a quick look at Rafan's face, “what's the matter, sir asked about it?”

How did he know the meaning of those words? rafan asked in his heart.

“Master, excuse me!"

“Ah .. sorry Ma'am! Thank you for the help,” concluded the burly man.

The female employee named Nyoman Dwi Tari nodded and returned with her work, while Rafan rushed over to Erli who was standing next to the mannequin.

“You from anywhere, Mas?” ketusnya, “from the end there until here I look for you, it turns out you are even fun chatting with Balinese girls!” he said full of anger.

Rafan stroked the back of Erli's hand while explaining the incident just now. However, his wife's face was still pouting.

"Jealous, huh?" Rafan narrowed his eyes.

"Ih, what?"

"My money! Your face is telling the truth, if you are jealous," said Rafan with a bright face.

“Wait!" prevent Rafan, “I want to ask something,” he said slowly.

“What else?” sahut Erli's.

“You know where those words mean?” Rafan looked at Erli with a sad look.

"Much a papo." Erli held back his laughter.

"Why go around in circles. Answer me!"

“I used to have a college friend from Denpasar. From him I learned a little bit of Balinese,” explained Erli a little. "Why indeed?"

"Nothing, just curious. 'And which girl looks classy and which girl is normal." Rafan stole the look on the wife's face.

***

The next day Erli and Rafan had prepared to leave umanaya Village, one staff carrying their suitcases and the other giving memento sofenir from umanaya Village.

“Bakalan kangen same place,” said Erli who is now in the car.

"What do you miss? We are not alone," concluded Rafan with his inner voice.

"It's a moment where we fit in and often go together!" exclaimed Erli while slipping his long hair.

“We'll be here again, but when he's born.” Rafan touched Erli's slightly distended stomach.

Erli looked at Rafan full of joy. Along the way Erli continued to speak until Rafan fell asleep with his head leaning against the window.

“Yes Allah, he even molested! Hmm, loss dong I told you long.” The girl turned her eyes out the window.

“Pak, please stop at the end of this road! I need to buy something in minimarket,” pinta Erli.

The taxi driver only nodded in understanding after hearing Erli's request.

Three minutes passed, the taxi driver turned his car in front of the minimarket. Erli immediately went out and entered the minimarket area crowded with buyers, only to queue for cooking oil which is currently expensive.

“At last I was full too,” Erli said as he stepped his foot out.

Rafan's wife bought a grilled sausage at Rahayu Market, when Erli was walking out there was a mother who grazed in so that it hit Erli until it fell. Instead of helping or apologizing, the woman just stared for a while and left Erli still sitting on the floor.

“You okay, Brother?” asked a young girl who was now extending her hand in front of Erli.

“Nothing really!” erli replied with a hand that stroked both of his knees wrapped in black laging.

“So sure it's okay? How about my brother take me home,” said the white girl.

“No need to bother! My taxi is already waiting in front there.” Erli's index finger pointed towards the sky blue car parked on the shoulder of the road.

“Mari My sister help.”

Erli smiled faintly at the young girl who was wiping him walking towards the taxi that brought him here.

“Ferly ..!” shouted an old man from the corner of the minimarket.

The girl who helped Erli turned her head towards the old man wearing a black t-shirt who was standing not far from them.

“Wait a minute!” squealing white girl.

Erli stopped his steps and said calmly, “That's your father, huh? Already there approach your father!” erli's orders.

“He is not my father,” said Wati with a frightened face.

Erli frowned to the point that his two eyebrows were almost fused together.

“What do you mean by that?” ask Erli astonished.

“Dia ..”