Leaning Zone
S 2 Gombal
HAPPY READING
Dinner was over and everyone went home. Including Hana who has now returned to Risma boarding house.
“Yeah Han, this fight to put where try?” The waist-rigged Risma stared at the expanse of paperbags Hana had brought home from the store.
“Gombal what the hell Ma, I no longer dreadlocks..” said Hana while rubbing her wet sheep.
Risma opened one of the paperbags randomly and retrieved the contents. “Nih. Tombal means cloth if the Javanese say.”
“What's the connection is the same with the men?” hana asked with her innocent face.
Risma's head fell down instantly, because her neck muscles were no longer able to support her head.
“Maa, replied Maaaa..” Hana wiggled the arm of Risma whose head was bowed limply in a standing position.
“Tau deh Han's. You if again pinter late pinter, if again bolot masyaallah..”.
“Yes I'm curious, so I'm nanya.”
Risma sat her ass on the edge of the bed. He thought about how the flattery given by men to women could be called a dreadlocks. What does it have to do with the dreadlocks whose original meaning is cloth.
Tok tok!
“Do not open Han,” prevent Risma when Hana is about to open the door.
“Why?” ask Hana not understand.
“Make sure the outside is indeed here because there is a need, not because you want to gombalin.”
Without replying, Hana immediately retreated her steps. While Risma again frowned because he unconsciously used the word dreadlocks when the true meaning he did not know as well.
Suddenly an idea flashed through his head. The Lutfi phone. He was a lecturer, as he thought he would have a way to find the answer to this question. Risma said in her heart.
Risma got up and looked for her knapsack. Since coming home, he has not touched his phone at all, so his phone is still stored sweet in there.
After successfully finding Lutfi's contact, Risma immediately
dibbled.
Tok tok tok tok
Hana and Risma ignored the knock on the door. They were sure if the one who was knocking on the door was one of the male residents who just wanted to look for face and seduce Hana.
Tok tok tok tok
“Risma, you are inside no...!?” the voice of the man was clearly heard calling Risma's name on the doorstep.
“Eh, really..” Risma checked her phone. He was calling Lutfi, but this man's voice was like he was at his doorstep.
“Open not?” hana asked as Risma looked confused.
“Risma! Hannah!”
Tok tok tok tok
Without answering Hana's question, Risma immediately got up and opened the door.
“You how the hell, knocked on the door is not nyahut, but even the phones are not clear,” ketus Lutfi while barging in.
“Eh...” Risma immediately disconnected her call and put down with the origin of her smartphone.
Hana just waved her hand and smiled widely as Lutfi looked at her with an annoyed look.
Lutfi sat himself on the carpet and opened the bag of crackles he was carrying.
“I just finished the seminar, there are still participants who give ginian, you want to?” said Lutfi while removing 1 large cup that is still tightly closed.
“What is it?” asked Risma enthusiastically.
“It's not clear how the hell, it's delicious.” Risma immediately put a large mouthful of fruit salad into her mouth after a quick move she put away the cover. “Hana want?” tawar Risma when he just remembered that Hana was there too.
“I'm full Ma,” reject Hana who did not move from her place.
“This does not make Hana full, only doang.” fruit
“Yes but fruit also eat place in stomach Ma.”
“Hmm, ribet you ah, here.” Risma moves her hand to ask Hana to come closer.
Hana shakes. Apparently Hana was not messing around with her refusal.
“If you don't want to. Pantes your body thin, eat it often leftovers,” said Risma before returning to feed a large mouthful of fruit salad into his mouth.
“Iya Han, you are very thin, inversely proportional to the same Risma..”.
“Apwha..” Risma glares with full mouth. He immediately dispelled the contents of the mouth that almost fell when he spoke.
Hana deftly handed over a box of tissue when she saw Lutfi was looking for something. This man immediately accepted it and took out a single strand to fold it.
“Ututu, good boy maemnya kok blepotan anyway.” said Lutfi while cleaning the lips Risma.
Risma did not bother with the treatment of this man. He continued his activity eating fruit salad to toilet everything.
“Aalhamdulillah's. Always carry this. But I love pity on students who love to love you. Surely they are disappointed if you even share what they give with a sincere heart.”
“Yes than I was fished up and mubadzir, mending me to you. Once aja can help your body growth so as not to bantet rich gini,” said Lutfi while menoel cheek Risma.
“Mana bantel's. I'm chubby,” elak Risma.
Hana gave a small laugh seeing the reaction of these two friends. When he saw Lutfi who very naturally paid attention to Risma, he remembered his days with Andre. All this time he never had close friends, both men and women. The only person close to her was her mother. So that the departure of the mother made her feel completely alone in the world.
But he only felt in this world not alone when Andre dragged and forced Hana into his life. They live together and get used to sharing and loving each other.
“Oh yes, what were you doing nelfon?” asked Lutfi when he remembered that Risma had contacted him..
“Oh it...” Because of Risma fruit salad had forgotten the original purpose of contacting Lutfi. “What is the relationship of dreadlocks that the actual meaning of cloth, the same dreadlocks that are usually often aimed at men who often seduce women,” said Risma explained her intention to connect with Lutfi earlier.
“Ha?” Lutfi really did not expect to get this kind of question from Risma.
“You don't know?” terka Risma's. Because Lutfi has just shown a face of shock and confusion in a row.
“Yes that's not it, but why are you doing this kind of thing, not clear.” Lutfi tried to explain her surprise.
“Ya clear lah.”
“Try the reason if it is clear?”
“Tuh, the curious Hana.”
Once again Hana just smiled widely while waving when Lutfi looked back at him after being previously appointed by Risma. But this time it was different. If he had been staring at Hana sharply because he was annoyed not immediately opened the door, now Lutfi looked strangely at Hana because of her question that was not qualified.
“I'm a social science lecturer not a literary science.” Lutfi again clarified the disciplines he mastered.
“Ya presumably from the point of view of social science you can also explain right?” this time Hana started talking to fight for her curiosity.
Lutfi seemed to think for a moment, before looking at these two women in front of him. “Shirt if the right amount save it right, the use is right, will bring benefits. Both seen from the point of view of function and aesthetics. And if stacked and unorganized, expensive clothes will be seen as worthless scumbags.” Lutfi tried to explain as far as he could.
“And the chatter is usually intended for praise given excessively to someone.”
Lutfi gave a pause after trying to give a definition to the use of the same word but the meaning is different.
“So the point?”
“Intinya Han, praise it if not too often given it will feel sweet and pleasant when heard, as clothes. If the use is right as needed, it will be beautiful to look at. But if all these groceries are dismantled and put carelessly then it will only be a lump of worthless dreadlocks despite the fact that the price is expensive.”
Seriate…