CONFESSION STONED
105. Low Vigor

It turns out that the intended lunch spot is in the form of a stall. Not a big restaurant. Apparitions from beyond are mediocre. Upon arrival there they immediately got a seat because the van driver had made a previous booking.

“All the menu is the same, just askin drink.” Bara gave the paper containing their orders all to the stall owner.

“I iced sweet tea Mas Boy,” Asti said.

“Iya me too. Mak Robin what?” ask Boy with paper and pencil in his hand.

“Sequate ajalah! Do not take more expensive menu of our choice from the menu payin.” Robin reminded me. “You what Tin? Sweet iced tea too?” Mak Robin patted Tini's shoulder still down on top of her phone.

“I'm the bargain. Don't sweet. Because the last time I felt, I was left.” Tini didn't look. He patted Boy on the shoulder who was recording their order.

“The readiness is very simple, right? But this food stall never deserted. Try you taste, good?” Bara fed a spoonful of fish soup that he had blown into the mouth of the Sejah.

“Enak,” reply Colored. His face was still pouting because Bara had not answered him about Joana's message since he was in the car.

“Pulling continues,” murmuring Bara. “No talking about Jo. Just want your acquaintance. I'm males,” whispered Bara.

“Why males? I don't know my wife to someone else?” Sejah grumbled in front of his soup bowl.

“From just fine, now it's crashing. Udah, eat first.” Bara poured half the soup on his wife's plate.

“Again, I want to say no. Didiemin aja.” Colored bending his face. The husband and wife were whispering in disguise their conversation.

“But there is no I ladeni. No more talking. Sorry for not talking. Yes, yes ... Still a newlywed. I'm worried about my future the next few nights.” Bara had sat down to slash and pinch Dijah between his legs. He continued to rub the back of Dijah who was still bending his face.

Heru smiled amusedly at Bara who was busy seducing his wife. His gaze then moved on the cost dwellers who had finished eating and used all the objects in front of them to fan the face. The stall is indeed small and very sultry plus the hot weather of Batam city.

“That's good to have this car AC. It was in that stall, steamed I think. It's all fruitful,” said Mak Robin who sat behind the driver holding his son.

“Where to go?” tanya Dijah keeps up with Mak Robin's talk.

“Sampe pants inwardly.” Mak Robin chuckles.

“Open pants Mak, first cool. Mumpung hot outside,” replied Colonized.

“Heh ..” reprimand Bara pinching his wife's cheek.

“Ckk.” Colored pedicled spoiled rubbing his cheeks.

A few minutes later, the car drove back to Telaga Punggur port. Bayu got a chance to sit next to Tini who had climbed first and went straight to the row of the back seat.

“In Batam there is Kampung Vietnam also Mbak ... Inget 'was our chat yesterday?” Bayu flashed his sweet smile towards Tini who was leaning in the corner of the other car with a stupid face.

“Inget ... Inget ..” says Tini. His eyes looked around for Asti who was sitting in the front seat as if asking for help. Don't now get caught wet think Tini. He is not fit to admit wrong and apologize.

“But the Village of Vietnam is far from here. It is located at the end of the Barelang bridge. We didn't skip.”

“Oh away yes ... Kasian is also far away. Difficult shopping. At the cost of course if the vegetable maker does not come, we all go to warung.” Tini was still leaning with an innocent face staring at Bayu. While Bayu, already frowned because of the awkwardness of Tini's answer.

Since when did the former Vietnamese refugee camp during the Vietnam war there are residents. Talk about a vegetable maker. Have astral beings been shopping for vegetables? Bayu looked at Tini with question marks.

In the front seat Boy and Asti had pinched each other because they heard Tini's odd answer.

Still want to re-find the chemistry of the live chat with Tini, Bayu again asked. “As a fan of art, Mbak Tini must have tried to make his own. Aren't you? You see I also ..” said Bayu again looked at Tini who increasingly look lazy.

“Oh Yes ... Sometimes I make my own,” replied Tini origin. Any artwork he has ever created himself. So far his artwork is just a saliva painting on a pillow.

“So much like me. Pantes likes to hang out at cafe Voltaire. It must be because I love the music, right?” ask Bayu.

What music? I love to hear what music? Tini looked back agitatedly towards the front. Asti is brash. Actually being the same approach guys or are studying history and art? Tini let out an odd smile towards Bayu. He seemed to have to act pretending to be drunk so that Bayu did not return to shower him with a conversation that was not at all understood.

They arrived at the port of Telaga Punggur. Bayu went straight to the ticketing counter and returned to hand over all the tickets that had been purchased to Heru.

“You're talking to the Bayu what the hell? That's what he called cafe vol—vol... I don't understand. What's the horror in there? Don't let me sit near him again.” Tini speaks in whispers with Boy and Asti.

“Later if you've been at the inn, we talked together. I promise,” Asti said.

“Eh, we've made a lot of money to be colonized. How do you think it is?” tanya Boy took out a black plastic crickets knotted containing the pool of money they all.

“Iya! Kelen kasikan. Not good for me. I ate a lot of times. I've done it twice. There!” pinta Mak Robin on Boy.

“Compose me,” said Boy.

“Ehem!” said Heru suddenly who came near them. “There can be helped?” Heru had heard the conversation and about the delinquency of the residents of the boarding house.

“This Mas ..” Boy lifted the plastic bag in front of Heru.

The ship heading to the port of Sri Bintan Pura has arrived leaning and unloading passengers. Once the ship was empty, they flocked in.

Bara invited his little family to sit down on the second floor deck to see the view a little higher. While Tini looking for a chair that is located not far from the bathroom. He will be tortured again for the next 40 minutes with a ship shake that will surely stir his entrails.

“Come take a drink. It was Heru mas who told me to share.” Asti handed the jasmine tea bottle to her friends who had been sitting down. Bara took two bottles and directly turned the bottle cap to open it. Not to drink directly. He just put it in the pocket of the front seat of the colonized. His wife will just have a drink.

Asti saw what Bara did, then smiled at Dijah. “Mas Bara sweet really yes Mbak ... His attention is simple, but envious,” said Asti then went to Bayu. Sejah glanced at Bara who was developing his nostrils because he was proud of Asti's praise.

“Drink Mas ..” Asti thrust a bottle of mineral water on Bayu.

“Kok different? The other jasmine tea?” ask Bayu.

“Mas Bayu would prefer water,” Asti replied then went breezy. Bayu again cringing. Kok Asti can tell that he does not like packaged drinks other than water.

“Peka dong ... Peka,” said Bara sneered.

“Kayak who said sensit. If Mas sensitized, it mbak Sejah did not sulk.” Bayu smiled mockingly.

“Who else is insensitive?” asked Heru who was walking down the hall. The ship has gone and everyone is exchanging stories about the island they were on.

"Am I the most sensitive man here?" added Heru again. Bayu and Bara looked out the window of the ship pretending to be deaf.

Tini was already half unconscious lying on the row of the back seat. Fortunately the ship was quiet enough that other passengers did not need to be bothered with their babbling and Tini repeatedly cursed because of the ship's shock.

"I went home by plane yes Mas .. from Tanjung Pinang directly. I don't want to go on a boat anymore. If not, I'm netting on the island." Tini who was sleeping bowed on the chair waved her hand towards Heru who was going back and forth.

Heru laughed again. They will return directly from the island airport.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when the ship leaned on Sri Bintan Pura. Everyone still looks fresh except Tini. He who went was dressed the most festive but got off the ship with a tattered camping state. The beach cap is already on Boy's head. His sunglasses were in the bag. Her long dress was folded and tied around her waist. By clamping a packet of tissue that has been used since he wiped his mouth, he came down with Asti and Boy.

At the top of the stairs up, already waiting for some men who offer freight services using three-wheeled rickshaws. Heru called two rickshaws to transport all their goods.

“Mas ... Can I nitip?” tanya Tini approached Heru who was talking.

“You what nitip? There are still others?” heru asked seriously to see Tini's luggage which had all been stuck.

“Nitip my heart,” replied Tini giggled.

“Belom again five minutes you stepped on land, already high again your knowledge. I was going to die this time I looked,” said Mak Robin who walked past Tini and Heru.

The colon who was raising Dul and Robin on the rickshaw joined in laughing at the words of Mak Robin.

“Whispering!” sergeant Tini. “I can not walk, I follow Robin and Dul aja.” Tini then climbed on top of the beca that had contained Dul and Robin. The pedicab then drove first leaving the rest of the people walking out the port door.

“I pesen connecting room,” whispered Bara in ear Sejah.

“Terus?” tanya Sejah pretends not to understand.

“Let Dul convenient ..” reply Bara.

“Not his fathers?” The man asked back. “Kayak holiday time to the top ..” connect Colored again.

“Yes, so that's it too. His mother Dul pinter.” Bara embraces his wife's shoulder and walks ahead of Bayu and Asti who seem to be slowing down in the back.

“Ehem! So, you like that book too huh?” Jayu opened the conversation.

“Iya, I was amazed by Doctor Sun Yat Sen because he—” Asti greeting hanging.

“Chinese revolution key leader!” say Bayu and Asti together. They looked at each other and laughed.

A big van was waiting for them in front of the port. Finally they arrived in the land of Gurindam 12 by Raja Ali Haji which is closely attached to the Malay culture.

“Honest talk, wise act.” Bara spread his gaze.

“What is it?” tanya Sejah's.

“It was the motto of Tanjung Pinang city. Do not sleep on the way to Lagoi. View all the way you can not passatin.”

The To Be Continued.....

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