ADJOINING REALM
MARKET

The day has changed, as Kakung promised. Harti, Badin, Surip and Darto had gathered in front of the house. They were waiting for Kakung who was cleaning and took out his kinclong car from the garage.

"You don't want to be like me, Har? if you have taken off the sarong like this, Gus Darto passed!" said Surip Kegantengan, while tidying the middle of his hair in front of the window glass of Kakung's house. Currently Bidin and Surip wear shorts and clothes that are patterned the same, white-gray striped t-shirts, and also glasses that hang in the collar of their clothes. Kakung laughed at their compactness before entering the garage.

Not responding to Surip's question. Harti looked shyly at Darto in front of him. Long jeans without a belt, a black shirt that accidentally unbuttoned his top two, as well as the bottom end he put into the pants. Plus the creamy hair scented with hazelnut oil he combed back, with round sunglasses perched on top of his head. Today Darto looked perfectly gallant in Harti's eyes.

Harti was further overwhelmed by embarrassment, when he saw the long dress clothes he was wearing had the same color as the clothes worn by Darto. A very unexpected coincidence yet made his heart truly happy.

"Basic wong ndeso! just go to the market with all the makeup. Already rich want to gush lurah y'all ha ha ha ha!" tease Kakung who was lying awake watching the behavior of his students, after finishing carrying his car out of the garage.

"But handsome right, Kung?" said Darto while raising eyebrows while putting his glasses that were originally perched on the head.

"Woh! obviously Kakung dong's gang if we're the same age!" he said he then removed the turban and combed the partially bald hair, in front of the rearview mirror of his car.

Looking at the old man's behavior, none of them managed to hold back the laughter from his lips.

After Kakung's hand waved, his four disciples flocked to enter the car and hurried to leave the boarding school. Along the way they kept joking, occasionally Kakung also entered the joking of his students. But different from Surip, from departing from the boarding school he silenced without opening his voice. His face was pale and his face was agitated.

"Sir kyai! please stop for a minute!" Surip opened his voice for the first time after the trip began.

Hearing Surip's request, Kakung immediately pulled over and stopped the trip. After the car stopped perfectly, Surip rushed out of the car and ran away.

Confused by Surip's behavior, we simultaneously followed him together. And unexpectedly, it turns out he was silent and pale just because of drunk vehicles.

"Ha ha ha ha! really Ndeso you Sur! cook in a drunk car!" said Kakung while stomping on the shoulder of Surip who was vomiting on the side of the road.

"Hukk! Mr. Kyai's car smells of gasoline!" bidin said after spitting out his breakfast the next morning.

Hearing the words of Bidin three friends can only be confused. they do not feel nausea or smell like Surip described.

"That's reason! the other proof is no nausea, Sur! ha ha ha ha!" Kakung was still widened while poking Surip's shoulder.

As Surip recovered, they resumed their journey. Although it was stopped when stopping at the new gas station that Kakung was headed, and Surip regurgitated the rest of the breakfast in his stomach. Now we have finally reached the market area we are headed.

Once the car is perfectly parked, it looks the most alert Surip opens the door. Rushing out in the further inhaled the oxygen outside greedily, until it was blown away everyone who witnessed it.

One by one the clothing store they had entered, only Harti who had not yet put new clothes in his hands. Others have got new clothes that they like. After the many shops they entered, all the men could only shake their heads when Harti asked to return to the first store they visited.

The name is just a woman, it is no wonder if it is a matter of clothing they are always selective. But even so, the habits of women are also almost evenly distributed. Who likes long pas milih, but taken is always the first choice.

"Sir Kyai, we're looking for meatballs?" said Surip, who has been whining about hunger since.

"Have you?! c'mon Simbah is also hungry" said kakung and rushed to the stalls that provide a variety of food.

"This is Mr. Kyai!" Take Bidin in front of a very crowded meatball stall. The aroma of the spice is very fragrant, to lure pedestrians passing beside the stall. Seemed full chair to jostle everyone who ate at a long table of wood.some even queue just to be able to eat in the stall.

"Find the Ndak ngantri aja Din," Kakung replied briefly.

"Yes Din! never eat there!" Darto rejected the bidin's call.

Then they just walked a few steps and walked into the meatball stall next to him.

"Excuse me, huh.?! five portions yes," said Kakung disperse the daydream of a meatball in front of him.

"Jih sir! sorry I didn't know any customers entered he he, awaited njih sir!" said the seller then grabbed the bowl in the pile and swiftly delivered five bowls of meatballs at the table we were sitting on.

As usual, the three young men immediately showed off their ferocity. If it's about the business of devouring food, they may be experts. How not? they had finished eating two bowls of meatballs, and now almost half the cigarettes in their hands, whereas Harti had not finished eating a serving of meatballs in front of him.

After feeling full, they rushed to the car again. Darto was silent throughout the journey, in contrast to his usual cheerful self. And when he got in the car, Darto opened his voice and asked Kakung.

"Didn't they feel weird?" ask Darto with a view towards the market they are leaving behind.

"Yes not Dar, they did not see," replied kakung managed to land curiosity in the chest of three friends Darto.

"What happened to Gus?" tanya Bidin.

"Do you remember that crowded stall?" Replied Darto while holding his stomach. Now he looks nauseous, occasionally Darto almost vomit, but still can Darto resistant.

"You drunk the vehicle too Gus?" ask Surip a little happy, because he got a friend who is the same fate as him.

"Not Sur! if you look, you will not eat there either! Anyway you guys never stop by that stall!" sarkas Darto further added to the curiosity of his three friends. While Kakung just fell silent and focused on the wheel.

"What's the matter, Gus?" ask Surip back.

"There was a female figure near the cauldron, her face filled with pus. The maggots were also wriggling in his eye sockets, and from his lips came a foul green liquid pouring into the meatball sauce that everyone was eating! Yuck!" Darto managed to spit out the meatballs that he had been holding since.

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