Between Our Love and This Morning's Rain
PART 3
We're back to the story.
After finishing making the conical hat from the blue cardboard, it is time to make a nickname that we will multiply during the MOS.
“Why do we use animal names, yes, Mik?” cipto asked, his hand holding a black marker facing a white cardboard that is still clean.
“Gue is also perfect it is the same beauty,” answered me.
“Keep them answer what?”
“Say this is to test our mentality, how shy we are or how shy we are.”
“Hmmm..” Cipto muttering. “Eh, Mik, earlier you dared to actually be the Chairman of OSIS.”
“How dare?” I don't get it yet.
“Dare to propose direct entry to class.”
“Yes, why not? Kan, everyone has the right to express their opinions and proposals, but still, the name of the proposal must always be accepted,”, I replied. “Lagian, I also have the same seneng Chairman OSIS, he's cool, chatty-snake. I don't like there's a difference between juniors and seniors, we're kind of boxed in.”
“Yes too anyway,” Cipto responded. “But you have to be careful, MOS can be a place of revenge, can it be the Chairman of OSIS do not accept him continue to revenge lo.”
“Iya. Thanks for writing me.”
Cipto nodded then we went back to thinking what name was right for us to use.
A moment of silence enveloped, Cipto still with a marker in his hand, I was still sitting looking at the cold floor. Occasionally Cipto scratched his head, repeatedly he snorted and let out a long sigh.
“Can!!” he shouted then, quite surprising to me.
“What?”
“Gue already got the right nickname for me.”
“Iya, what?”
“Kecoa!”
“Ha ha ha.. you want to constantly be called a cockroach?”
“Hmm.. Yes also yes?” he murmured, losing his spirit. “But they say this is only during MOS, Mik.”
“But I am sure they or others will continue to call us by the nickname we will use,” I replied.
“Iya is it?”
“Try you use the name of the cockroach, once you have finished MOS and you are already official so students here, there will be someone calling you by the call of cockroaches.”
“Yes too anyway,” Cipto nodded in agreement.
“How about a dinosaur?”
“Do not. Ingga fits your skinny body.”
“Kanguru?”
“Why?”
“Kangaroos are typical Australian animals, animals abroad, that means you imported products. Remember, Indonesians are more fond of foreign-made than their own country-made, even without a doubt they often insult their own country-made.”
“Ha ha ha.. right.. right..” Cipto laugh. “Like the amateur video format 3gp made by the nation's children, yes, Mik?”
“Kok lo go there, anyway?”
“He he.. sorry.”
Cipto began writing the word kangaroo, a name he would use as his nickname during the MOS.
“Eh, you can not yet?” Cipto asked.
“What if wolf?” my proposal.
Cipto squinted his eyes. “Too serem, Mik. I'm so scared.”
“Iya. Too seremes. I'm scared too.”
“Fear of Lemons, right?”
“Not.”
“Terus?”
“If I use the name of a wolf, I am afraid to be called SRI,” I replied. “Kan kayak his last girl name.”
“Ha ha ha.”
Finally, after a difficult debate, through complicated and convoluted negotiations, about the name of the animal that suits me, we came to the decision that there was no suitable animal name for me.
“Let me fill in tomorrow, maybe now there is no animal name that suits me,” I said to Cipto who is still seen thinking of a nickname for me.
“Lo sure?” ask Cipto.
“Yakin.”
“Lo sure tomorrow will be?”
“Doain me,” I said, expectantly. I held her shoulder, I looked her in the eye, romantic once, then I left her.
“Lo where to go?” Cipto asked, like a fear of losing. Hahey! This what the hell?!
“Gue want to sleep.”
“Why out?”
“Gue want to sleep outside, front TV.”
And either what then happened to Cipto, maybe he also sleeps or maybe he daydreams. I left him in the room and I was in front of the TV, turned on the TV and then I went to sleep.
