Gold And Diamond
Part 29 "Not Met"
When Budhe Atun delivered a bowl of soto soup the rest of the study last night, Vey was in front of his laptop. He surprises Vey with his intentionally hardened greeting.
Vey's shoulder lifted. Kontan he looked towards the front door. "Buddy?"
"Naglamun. Wedok child if daydreaming it is usually fit again in love.if not so, yes, just another problem." Budhe Atun immediately sat down while putting his bowl on the table.
Vey took over the bowl. Move on. "I'm taking it to Budhe's kitchen. Thanks for being brought. In fact, I can take it myself at Budhe's house," he said as he stepped into the kitchen.
Budhe Atun briefly glanced at Vey's phone screen. A cursory reading of Vey's chat on Kafil that has not been read. He'll understand. Directly cast a glance towards Vey who was back walking into the living room. Vey brought him a drink.
"Budhe heard that your girlfriend is a Malaysian wong?"
"Malaysia Pakistan, Budhe."
"You're looking for a boyfriend who's a Pinter Vey. Get Bule. Fluent in her indigo?"
Vey was sitting on the floor like that. Letting Budhe Atun stay on top.
"Drink, Budhe!"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Fluent. Malay language, right, not much different. Moreover, he had been here for almost seven years. But, the logic of his visit is still in a great astonishment."
"Wo that. What time do you come home?"
"Hour half-two, anyway, usually. But, there is a collection of OSIM he said. Maybe a little late afternoon."
"Nana, actually Budhe is sorry for you. Budhe has no right to ban you or anything. You have never been a trouble. Self-sufficient. But Budhe only wants to say one thing. Listen to what your uncle says. Your uncle has a point."
"Did Budhe mean about me marrying Kafil next year?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Six years is not a long time, Budhe. If Budhe's the same Uncle wants me to ask Kafil here I'll try. But, if to leave him, I think about it, Budhe. Unless Kafil doesn't love me anymore." Vey sighed. "Budhe sorry. Not that I was being disrespectful" he said later.
"Gapopo. Budhe just lamented why you introduced him not from the past. Clearly.War that you have been connected six years you are heavy-hearted. Budhe knows it, Na. Totally understand. If it's like this Budhe ya dare not tell us acquaintance with Guse sing nice it."
"Gus Omar?"
"Who else, Na. If people like us want to be known by the rich Gus Omar, that includes luck. But, Budhe fucked your Uncle e. If your boyfriend doesn't come here quickly, your uncle might ask you for an acquaintance with Gus Omar."
Vey pouting. "Well, Budhe." The words suddenly dropped.
"Handestine, Budhe. I know how. Gus Omar likes Kala anyway. Besides, Gus Omar is unlikely to taste the same rich girl as me and Kala. The standard of the rich man he must be high. The knowledgeable, the good, the well-educated, the educated, especially must be beautiful and calm."
"You really are too, Na. Alah wis embohlah. Budhe wait for your bulle boyfriend to come here. Minimal Budhe never knew directly bule. Yes Budhe wants to go home first." Budhe Atun left without drinking even a single screw of the drink that Vey made earlier. Forgetting.
Kafil's shadow hasn't focused him since. There is no passion for activity. After teaching earlier, he only directly cooked vegetables that are easily processed, then salat and immediately record the test results of his students. After Budhe Atun left too, he was just glued in front of the laptop.
"I think I should go to Kafil's house. I need to take it easy rather than not calm down."
Vey hurry. Don't forget to send a message to Kala before leaving.
^^^"I'm going out. Somewhat long. Already I masakin oseng noodles sausage same tempe mendoan. If the meeting is over, the hunt returns to work souvenirs with hampers handiwork." Send. Tick two.^^^
Vey locked all the doors. Then, put the house keys in a normal place. The motor is outside. He's hustling. I hope nothing happens with Kafil. Halfway through, he just suddenly thought something bad had happened. Because a week is a long time.
Vey came down his bike with a bright view. The gate of the Kafil house is closed. Looks padlocked. He didn't hit the bell button on the wall. He reached into the gate, was it locked from the inside. It seems to be locked. Kafil is not home.
"Where are you, Kaf?" Vey's confused. Looking to the left right, no one passed. The atmosphere of housing is always quiet because the residents are busy working. And, almost all the houses are fenced. Vey hates to visit. He checked his phone.
^^^Vey sent a voice message. "Sorry, please where are you. You answered dong! Why and where are you? I saw your house padlock. If there's a problem we're talking about together. Please don't keep me thinking. I'm so busy." Send. Tick one. Vey clucking. Resent. Thickens his legs once.^^^
"Yes Allaaaaah," he murmured.
"Where the head also becomes dizzy gini. Friday migraine." Vey can't control his facial expression. Lips pouting. Wry face.
"Blocks," he chirped.
Vey checked all social media. Usually Kafil is more often active in insagrem and twittar. Perhaps there is a trace of the latest feed or story'. He also checks ficibooks and yutub. He found only one new notification among dozens of ficibook notifications. He found that Kafil had changed his profile picture. It was ten minutes ago. With a heart full of thump, he sent a short message.
^^^"Caf? Where are you now?"^^^
Kafil was inactive five minutes ago. However, Vey still hopes full. He waited for a few seconds while leaning against the wall.
"So where's Kafil's photo, huh?"
He went back to check out Kafil's new profile picture. Brow wrinkled. He magnified the atmosphere around where Kafil was taking pictures. Blur. Whether it's an old or new photo. The guess is still floating. It's just that he doesn't feel it's in Indonesia. Because he could still see the writing in English in the big building that was in the middle of Kafil looking at the photo.
"If the tall building is visible, then what floor is Kafil on? Maybe he's in the apartment? But, as far as I know, no one has a hotel or apartment. Neither does his sister. Even if the photo was not in Indo, it was usual that the photo yesterday he came home. Oh, yes..."
He scrolled through nine comments that were typed a few minutes ago. Everything has not been answered. Unfortunately, he could not read the comments of those who all spoke Pakistani.
