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COSTANT MAK JAH

The motorbike race finally ended in a simple boarding house. Nevi and Firdaus parked the vehicle.

Then they took me to a four-by-three-meter boarding room that was quite narrow but still comfortable for our size of the regional children.

"Then, sleep here first. It's up until all your business is in order." Nevi said.

"Neither worry, if you are not comfortable here.

Around this hostel there are many other boarding houses that suit your taste." he added.

"Haha... Lu insult me or what Nev. I slept with the tent ready too." I replied.

"Yowis, where's the bathroom.

I was so excited about that Nev.

I took a shower !" hold me again.

"Ready ! Later I intervened, consider it my own home yes Ndre." said it.

After cleaning and tidying my luggage, which at that time was just a backpack full of clothes and files. I rushed to the bathroom delivered by Nevi, my best friend.

"Fuck the mandine. Ning kene adus tok yo. If you want MCK, in front." obviously.

"Ndoro" I answered, joking.

"Asuu, let me be your master." he said as he left me to return to his room.

"God ! " My grouse in my heart.

The bathroom here is not like the bathroom in general that is in my place of origin.

The bathroom here feels very uncomfortable, because it is only twice the size of one meter.

It was quite narrow I think, because the bathtub was almost half the room and connected to the next bathroom.

The walls are also full of moss, because it is still with red bricks that have not been coated with plaster and even cement.

The floor is also only with potluck ceramics. Fortunately, there was still a wooden door that was almost weathered. This door certainly makes me feel a little comfortable in the bathroom.

"Creation ? Hahaha shower means Broo. "

Without thinking what else, I ended up abandoning my royal attributes. Then I enjoyed the waterfall from a hole in a small bucket that was also often used as a dipper in the bathroom.

"Don't look !!"

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After coming out of the bathroom, I passed by a middle-aged mother.

The mother had a slightly slender face and I saw her, was busy sweeping the floor.

"Excuse me Mom" I said politely, planning to go through it to my best friend's room.

"Eh, the sopo genie ? Mlebu mlebu kostku." greeting me answered with ketus.

"Enggih Ma'am. Excuse me." I replied as if I planned through it.

"Asem in takoni kok even clear shelves. I'm yelling at the opo koe !."

(For Translate I will write below. But it is the same with you who are Javanese. Haha)

Tighten that mother again.

This time in a furious tone, while pointing his broom towards me.

"Enggih Ma'am.. Engaged".because I don't understand what mother meant. I can only answer with that word.

"Metu york sing Kostku !!" The mother started screaming loudly.

Instantly the hostel became crowded, all the residents of the boarding house suddenly came out of his room. Until finally...

"Niku Jenenge Andre Bu, concone Nevi sing Bandung. Nyuwun sewu, kulo karo Nevi dereng nyampe permission to Mother."

Good thing Nevi's friend named Firdaus is still in this boarding house and out on time.

"Enggih Ma'am." Again I can only answer with that word.

"Oah, koe nang. I'm kiro maling koe nang." replied the mother again, with a slight smile.

"Koe iki nang. I'm nyaponi, koe from mlaku ae. Ngganggo mendeh sandal." Connect again.

"Mom." Again I replied with that word.

"Nyuwon sewu Bu. Andre iki, ketok'e dereng iso jowo.

Lah sing Bandung kok, rak mudeng ra, yen sampeyan ngajak boso jowo." This time it was Firdaus who explained my condition to the mother. What I believe is sure if the mother is the owner of the boarding house here.

"Oiya lali, jaluk sepurone ya Nang." said the mother again. "Yowis ndang lungo wis, greetings nenggo Nevi yo cah nice. Alalalah, piye the hell I'm Mas Firdaus, I yo rak iso indonesian anyway." this time the mother looked panicked.

"Haha... Ndre, by the way. Ntar I followed to Nevi's room." continued Firdaus.

"Ready Bang. Sorry yes." answered me.

"Excuse me Mom, thank you Bang." I continued, leaving them both there.

"Ganteng yo Daus, koncone si Nevi. Uwis due bojo durung huh? Kelem ora ya, karo my son."

"Wedus, even in soul mate." replied Firdaus.

"We, polite shelf ! Not balangi broom until !"

"Haha... Escape ah." joked Firdaus.

It seems that the atmosphere of the hostel was already gradually quiet again.

(connecting.).