TWENTY
Get lost

This stomach really do not see the condition and situation if you want to be hungry. Though still good at sleeping. The streets of Paris are so delayed!. Lazy to turn on the room lights, I took my phone and turned on the flashlight feature.

I rummaged again the contents of the bag that I had neatly earlier. Care very much the same messy bag!, the most important thing now must find food. The reason is I only found two packages of leftover bread on the bus.

Indeed, I only bring a little food because I think I can buy a lot when I get to the KKN place. No more bag weight is also the reason. But my guess was wrong. My stomach is hungry now. And he can't be held until tomorrow. It is with great concern that I take two packs of bread. The important thing is to be hungry. Thought.

Puk!

Someone hit me on the shoulder

back and success made me choke in shock. I was in a hurry to find my bottle of water.

”Aaan anyway?” I stared at Iren's face. Although it should be the one who was upset was him because I had disturbed his sleep. Let it go. He also made me choke on my own food.

“You are noisy! I think there's a cat sneaking into the room. Apparently you!. What the hell?”

“Lagi eat Ren. Time yes again keep wax” my upset face suddenly disappeared since something happened in my brain.

In my opinion, people who have a fertile body like Iren must have a lot of food stock. Try face-devouring ah!

“Sudden hungry Ren. Uh, just looking for food in the bag turned out to be the rest of the two bread” and then I saw he was looking for something in his bag.

“Nih eat!” he handed me a bag of black crackles filled with food.

Aren't you! Iren must have plenty of food reserves. The proof is he gave her a bag of full black crackles. There are chips, biscuits, wafers, just as some sheets of jam-coated fresh bread ready to eat.

Iren is so kind!

“Total forty thousand!”

WHAT??!!!

I drew again the words of my heart that said he was kind.

Seeing my shocked face mixed with annoyance that somehow formed. He immediately laughed in satisfaction but with a soft voice.

“Janda times Na! Continue to eat it there. But don't be noisy! I want to continue sleeping again” a second later he is already in his sleeping position. It didn't take long he was already asleep complete with his smooth snoring.

“Uhuk-uhuk! Ekhm!” apparently eating a lot of biscuits made me choke the umpteenth time. And damn, my drink is over. I had to walk to the kitchen to drink.

I heard a voice like a person vomiting. I just approached the bathroom which is located next to the kitchen.

“Yeah Astri!, why are you vomiting gini-rich?” I massaged the nape of his neck so that his vomit came out and made him feel better.

Although disgusted at first.

“Still motion sickness maybe” he said after finishing everything in his stomach.

“Great pity you As!, until pale face” he mangosteen justifies.

“Emmm... P3K box I put where ya?” I muttered to myself.

With the style of scratching the head that does not itch. Trying to remember where the item is.

It has become a bad habit for me to easily forget some things. Most upset if you forget something important, then end with a lecture thrown by my friend or someone concerned with me.

Young but forgetful.

Basic me!!!

“So you put it in the closet near the living room Na” oh yes! I pat my forehead slowly. Yes, if it hurts hard.

“Already, I take eucalyptus oil first yes let his body enjoy” my bargain

“Ndon't need. Let me take it for myself, you go to bed aja”

Think about it for a second. “OK deh if so, quickly healed yes As!” and she answered him with a nod of her head plus a little smile.

Remember that! Se-di-kitten.

His name is also Astri, the minimal face of expression that runs out of transmigration from the south pole to East Java.

A sunny week accompanies us who are busy in the kitchen. Busy talking more precisely. Still split the task. Salma who uses a home-style robe, some are still wearing her sleeping pajamas, adalagi the same Gea Sita who wears hot pants show off her smooth thighs. While I was as usual, training pants are the same top of a pink t-shirt with a picture of Korean letters. Although I don't know what it means either. The important thing is that Korean smells I like.

Since Salma is the chairman of Sie Konsumungan, we just sort what he said. The first day we did fill the kitchen supplies, so shop in the market. Less expensive. If you make tomorrow and so on can shop to a traveling vegetable maker.

“Which shopping son two, Gea equals Nala. You guys go to the market. Later invite two boys for heavy-” shopping

I want to be told anywhere. But sure I'm the same as Gea?

Just look at my face, bring it rich to eat people like that. So jutek.

But yes, never mind!

“Re, where's the money?” I said, taking two bags of groceries and giving the other to Gea.

Rere then took some money from his wallet.

The four of us rushed out of the house and found some boys cleaning the yard. There are others who are relaxing, or who are running around the house.

“Rendi! Come with us to the market yuk!” Rendi who was just sitting around casually obeyed I said. “Sama take one more boy”, I said.

“Woy! Anyone want to come to the market?”

“I'm aja! Me!” Indra shouted from inside the house running towards us.

“Yaudah let's go!” I said spirit.

“Eh. Just jerk! Wait a minute, don't leave it!” this again. Where the hell is Indra going back home?

Two minutes we wait, he's out with a camera complete with a tripod.

Basic Indra! Every time, every time, definitely can not escape from blogging. I want to post content on YouTube, he said. Entar given title “Cowok handsome go to bazaar”

Basic narcissist!

We stopped for a while at Pak Karto's house, borrowed his motorcycle to be driven by Indra and Rendi. To transport rice and its heavy comrades.

The distance between the house and the market is about three kilometers, and the distance from the house to the main road to ride public transportation is about one kilometer. Kebayang is not tired?!

When they arrived at the market, they with their innocent looks even grinned hanging out in the market parking lot. Moreover, Indra, was busy with his camera.

“Hai guys! Now I want to go shopping to the market, my beloved mother!” keep the camera pointed at me and Gea. “Say hi dong!”

And Gea started to act. From the pretentious pose, cool pretentious, to the cute pretentious that falls for eneg.

The camera now turns to my face. I immediately picked up the grocery bag I was holding to cover my face.

“Udah ah! Now go shopping. Day rush. Hot!” I opened my phone, opened the note containing a list of Salma's groceries, and saw it to the children.

“This is our grocery list. Special Rendi same Indra shopping heavy-heavy, later I same Gea shopping spices same vegetables” said I set the position.

I distributed the money to the boys for shopping and threatened them not to spend the money for their needs. Watch out if it gets caught!

During the shopping, Gea and I talked as necessary. Ask where the stall will go, argue the name of the spice between ginger and galangal which turns out the answer is kencur. We humiliate ourselves in the end.

“Ge, I'm going to the toilet! Titip shopping yes!” I said then handed her the bag containing groceries and immediately ran to find a public toilet.

Finished with nature's vocation, back to where it was.

Dengs!

How come Gea wasn't there?

Is it the time in which I live? So mean.

Not desperate, I also looked to other parts of the market. Instead of meeting, get lost. I want to go back to the starting place again. Forgot the path. I'm rogoh pocket my pants.

Damnit.

My phone's left in the grocery bag! Then how is this???

Fifteen minutes passed with my feet to stand up. I chose to pull over next to the kiosk that sells traditional food. I crouched down, rubbing my tears that slowly came down. My trauma is back. Not once, twice, I got lost in a public place like this. It has been repeatedly even. It makes me afraid of becoming.

The stall owners might pity to see me. He came up to me while giving a snack. Plywood cake and biscuits.

“Mbaknya why? How to cry?”

The vow! I'm really embarrassed to cry in public rich gini. But what can I do? I want to be calm when my condition is not okay.

“Thank you sir. I just got lost and split up with me. So cry this, afraid of not being able to go home” I smiled. Then laugh at yourself.

After a short conversation with the gentlemen, I chose to go back down the market and wonder the direction of the way out of the market.

I could only breathe a moment of relief after being able to get out of the market. Now I have to think harder to memorize the way home. Rather than circling around looking for a way home by public transport that would obviously drain money, I chose to walk away.

Tired of walking, I approached the mas-mas doger ice seller. Buy a bowl and devour it in front of the closed shop.

Then I saw a pair of legs stopping in front of me. I looked up. And the face of a Radit.

“Where is Na? Everyone panics, you know? Called not lifted up, we think you lost tau?!”

Tests.

My tears are back.

Is this a bad person anyway? Not nenangin even snapped.

He thinks I'm lost is that my will?!

Obviously I am the one left here. If you don't want to bother nyari I don't need to come! No need to wear everything!

My frustration can only be expressed in my heart. I can't speak because I still cry as much as I want.

“Hei Na! How crying? Sorry if I make you cry” I clap his hands rough who want to hold my finger.

“Truly Na, I don't intend to snap at you. I'm just worried” I see the honesty in his eyes. But yes, I am still angry with him.

I erased the trail of my tears for a while, then turned my face away from it and turned to my half-remaining ice doger. Mubadzir if wasted. In the midst of eating the ice doger, I felt Radit's hand tearing my hair.

Lah. Since when did he sit next to me?

Kupelototi face that made him stop the action of his hand.

“Pulang” I said after returning the bowl and paying for it in the mas-mas earlier.

“In the meantime, I called the other one” he reached into his pants pocket and took the phone with an apple logo bitten by the caterpillar.

Not long after he called, it seemed Rendi and Alif who were riding motorcycles approached us. I can't believe it, the head of the heart charmers also intervened. But a little disappointed too. Why did I find Radit instead of Alif.

“Nala, I'm sorry yes. I really don't know if you're still in the market. I was the same Indra was told to go home first with Gea. After that do not know why the return is only three of them” hmmm.

“You are okay, the important thing is now I want to go home” I immediately go to coincide with public transportation that looks starting to approach.

“Bareng same as me!” this is not mishearing, right? Radit and Alif are very compact.

“Still. I was with Rendi aja” without asking for approval from her, I pulled Rendi's hand to immediately take public transportation that just came. Leaving the two of them still silent there.

It turns out that my lost case this morning is still discussed until now. Alif carried it out. Until this afternoon, Gea and I sat down together. In the living room. Feel rich in BK.

“Gea, can you explain why you left Nala on purpose?” alif's style is like a detective.

“It was a long time to go to the toilet, the children in the group also had to make a quick trip home. So yes I told Indra sama Rendi to go home first. I went home alone on the angkot. I think he must have also memorized the same way home, uh know it to kesasar”

WHAT!?

So ten minutes is long? His alibi doesn't fit.

Well, instead of prolonging the problem that will further aggravate the atmosphere, I choose to end this problem. After all, I've come home and I'm safe too.

"It's Lif, the guy I got here, too. Yaudah I want to go to the room first, tired" after saying so, I went to my room. Lying down for a while with the earphones stuffing my two ears.

Today was exhausting!