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Enam

What's not good about me as a student? Although behind the grumbling, badmouthing the lecturer, maybe even to make the lecturer's ears buzz, still I did all the work. No matter how complicated the task is, I still do it to the maximum.

Don't get me wrong, I love my grades more than my teachers. I tell you, the lecturer at my Faculty is not young. Most of the past writers who became lecturers. His appearance is diverse, the average male lecturer's hair is long. The usual thing, because the Faculty of Indonesian Literature is famous for being unique, as unique as she arranges words into beautiful sentences.

There is one teacher who is handsome. Unfortunately, it was not at my Faculty, but the Faculty of Economics. But do not forget the reality, young lecturers are no longer single. Indeed, because he was married and had one child. Heartbroken were all the students who idolized him.

Back to the initial topic and forget about the young lecturer, my dream mate is not a lecturer but a doctor.

The drama script for literary tasks has been worked on. Aron made it, and the rest of the group revised it. Each member has received a mandate to play the role in the drama later.

As the initial concept, the drama script (Not) Retirement Thugs takes the background of the past with a touch of Sundanese culture. Because Aron is of Arab-Depok descent. According to Aron, Sundanese language is interesting, has its own charm. Then what about me who sometimes speaks slang typical of Jakarta people is still medok. If I talk sundanese, what will happen?

It is possible that the audience who attended was not drifting into the storyline, but focused on listening to my voice when having a dialogue.

What power, lackeys like me please understand. Can only obey the orders of the group leader.

This was the first time my group had trained after Aron had given us a day to read the script. The goal, so that each member explore their own character. Located in Aron's house. All the members of the group attended, there were Aron, Bowo, Wawan, Maria, Anjani, Agnes, Anto, and me. We started practicing a drama called (Not) Retired Thugs.

"Aisyah was overcome with grief after learning that her love for Sabrang was unrequited. Aisyah was pensive on a large rock that was between the river currents that were quite calm. Unexpectedly, Sabrang chose another woman to be his lover. Though he loved Sabrang for a long time, but never reciprocated."

As soon as the narration was read by Anto.

"No, focus on me!" Aron reminded.

I just nod. Then sit on the sofa, as if it were a big rock.

"A Sabrang, why did Aa betray Isah? Isah nyaah tea ka Aa. Stuffed tea ka Aa." (read : Isah dear to Brother. Tea is love with brother. It should be bogoh, not bokoh. That's because Nana's not a sundanese so the story becomes difficult)

"Rummer, Na. Not really," Aron's correction should be the director's.

"Yes stokoh."

Please, I find it difficult to pronounce the letter G if it is in the middle or at the end of the word.

"Mahoo!"

The base of the Arab Camel kept on hustling from earlier.

Patience, Na. Patient people are easy.

I tried not to be provoked, controlling my emotions so as not to reply to Aron's scolding earlier.

"Okay, sorry." In the end I gave up.

"Jaudah started again from the dialogue earlier," Aron ordered while sitting on the single sofa again.

I'm nodding. Breathe for a moment before acting again.

"A Sabrang, why did Aa betray Isah? Isah nyaah tea ka Aa. Isah tea bogoh ka Aa."

My role here is to be a gentle girl, inversely proportional to my everyday life.

"Euleuh-euleuh naha Neng Geulis tea ngalamun wae jiga? A lot of thoughts, Neng?" (read : Why does Beautiful Neng daydream?)

Bowo came to me. In the story, Bowo is a goat boy who loves Aisyah, but he does not ignore.

"Neng, would you like to tell me the same story? Tea bag is ready to cry." (read : akang \= brother)

"Guts!"

God, why else is this Onta?

"When do you have a dialogue in Sundanese with Javanese language?" Aron ruffled waist.

"And I said, I like to talk sometimes." I don't want to budge in the argument right now.

"Eat him every day try to learn diilangin, Na." This time Anjani raised her voice.

I also boil your face with vegetable lodeh!

"The name of the dialect cannot be lost, Jan. Especially the Javanese, it takes time to adapt. I just want three years in Jakarta natural if my dialect still likes to laugh," I said fiery.

"But trying dong, Na. For the sake of the smooth running of our drama" Anjani said again. Well, even though he knew wrong he always wanted to be right. Thankfully, he's not my best friend.

"Great crap you talk. Try you live in my city, abis it lo migrated to Arabic, I want to know the dialect you still kebawa or not?"

"Heh, stop. Don't you keep fussing. If I think each region has its own dialect. I am the same. Already, it is not good to fight equally. Eat there." Maria who has been silent since then finally voiced with a thick Papuan accent. While others were arguing, Maria and Wawan were busy eating a bowl of meatballs they had just bought from a meatball dealer who used to pass in front of Aron's house.

"Yaudah, as much as you can both. We go on," break up Aron.

From the cake! Maybe I don't have to ride the apoplexy because of Anjani's chatter.

"Aa Sabrang wants to propose to another woman, Kang. Her name is Jamilah, the girl from the city," I said back to being the figure of Aisyah who was hurt.

"Already, Neng. Don't think about that Belekok Thug. Mending Neng with Akang aja, Akang guarantees the happy world of the afterlife." As I was trying to deepen Aisyah's character, I gasped as Bowo tightly embraced my waist. Without a second thought I immediately hit his arm tight until he screamed in shock and took off his embrace.

"Why was he hit, Na?" Bowo protested.

"Rapain you hoe my waist?" my murmur. Seriously, I don't like anyone touching my body even if it's a friend.

"Can act, Na. Must be professional."

"In the script that Aron makes it hoe my shoulder, not my waist." I reminded.

"Improvisation, Na. Let's make it more romantic." Bowo grinned.

"Romantis your bald!" I pinned his head. "God me. Just so you know this shirt is still a virgin, never touched a guy!" my sewot's starting to get back on board.

"Where are the virgin clothes?" Not only was Bowo laughing but my other friends were laughing as well.

I snorted dislike. "There was. I bought it two days ago right back from the hospital, so it's still a virgin."

"Why did Abis go to the hospital?" bowo asked as he leaned against the sofa.

"Take a look at Rani's asthmatic mother."

If you remember the hospital, it was always a package with the incident of doctor Galih who scolded the koas or him who I interviewed. Even listening to the recording of the interview was not at all, I just read the biodya only.

"Oh, kirain wants to treat your chatty nature!" chirps Bowo.

I don't accept being called chatty.

"Damn it GPA!" reply me, make him cringe.

"What GPA, Na?"

"Engineers of the Vilest Criminals."

"Uhuk." The sound of people choking distracted me, Wawan who had been eating meatballs until choking, worse yet another small meatball came out of his mouth and bounced to Aron's face.

One room was filled with laughter at the suffering that Aron had just experienced.

"Jeez, ngakak!" exclaimed Agnes curled.

"*****, disgusted. Please, love me water to clean my face that got meatballs reflected."

In the midst of my emotions, it turns out that there is only one that finally makes me laugh again. Wawan's guilty face and disgusted face from Aron really made the stomach cramp due to laughing crazily.

Fifteen minutes after the incident was unpleasant for Aron, but entertainment for me and others, drama practice resumed. The first day of practice is enough for the introduction of the characters and the storyline only.

After drama training, I followed Rani who was said to be working on the task of reporting on the development of literary works from the time of Balai Pustaka to the Reformation era in the Cafe by utilizing wi-fi access. Well, students and especially boarding children really need something that is free. This includes finding cafes that offer free wi-fi access.

"Over so long, Na!" rani protested when I arrived and sat in front of her who was focusing on looking at the laptop.

"It has a lot of mouth. Did you get the material you were referring to make a report?" my many.

"There are some, but you know that you can not copy paste from the internet. Must use their own language. That should be the book, Na. How about we go to Gramed?"

"Well, yes it's more accurate than a book. The source is certainly reliable. Okay, we'll go to Gramed. But I'm drinking first yeah, so thirsty."

Rani nodded in agreement.

I waved my hand to call the waiter. One of them came up to me giving me a menu book.

I opened sheet by sheet the menu book. Read for a moment the variants of food and drinks served. "I want green tea, but it's cold. Keep the same french fries."

"Good, Ma'am. Please wait a minute." The waiter nodded politely, he took the menu book out of my hand before it passed.

"Ran, the price is quite affordable too," I said after reading the price in the menu book earlier.

"Indeed. That's why I like it here. Udah gretongan wi-fi, the cost of eating and drinking is also fitting for the student wallet," whispered Rani as if no one wanted to hear her honesty. "The owner of this cafe is also good, Na. Sometimes they serve customers kindly."

"Good dong is one of their marketing tricks" I replied. An entrepreneur must indeed have good marketing skills to increase production profits.

"Please enjoy the order."

A beautiful woman with a sweet smile delivered my order. I did not blink, fascinated to see the beauty of the woman who I thought was above my age.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I replied smiling awkwardly.

The woman nodded along with a smile that did not fade from her lips.

"Well, that's the owner of this cafe, Na!" rani exclaimed as the woman returned to the back.

My eyes are perfectly round. "It's really pretty, just the cafe keeps on bustling."

"Hussh, he's been married. Her husband's a pilot, her son's already two," Rani chuckles. "But it's like his youthful face."

I nodded in agreement.

"Lo know where?"

"Instagram" he answered. Just deserve. Information today will be easy to get from personal social media.

"What's IG's name, Ran?" manya curious.

"@rrainaryderr."

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