Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD73S. Dika Prabangkara's
“Can you sit here? I did not get to the place,” said a young man, who came in a pretty neat outfit.
“Oh, yes. Please.“ I shifted my sitting position.
The bench I was sitting on was a long bench. Like a bench in a siomay, or a traveling meatball.
“Mie Aceh spicy yes, Kak?“ He looked towards me.
Eh, is he not from this area?
“Pedas, Bang.“ Here it is common to speak with the name of brother, brother, or adek.
“Oh yes? Well, just pause. Change menu first.“ He got up from his seat.
Not to mention, the order and my order have been delivered. Now, the young man can only sit back by looking at the food menu on his desk.
Poor too. Surely he has a abstinence to eat spicy, or indeed he is not used to eating spicy foods in the morning.
“Tukeran aja, Bang? It's got me not spicy.“ Yes, it is also more expensive. But it's okay, rather than someone later even diarrhea because of eating spicy food.
“What is it?“ He glanced at my food.
“Manuk Labakh's. Rooster and a blend of three kinds of coconut.“ I do not know the details of this cuisine, but this cuisine is typical of the Alas tribe.
“It's okay?“ He glanced at the contents of his plate.
“What's wrong, Bang.“ I pulled out her noodles, then placed my food plate in front of her.
I'm hungry, which is important the stomach fills first.
Unexpectedly, he put his business card near me. “I confused his acquaintance, scared handshake impolite. That's my business card, maybe I have to compensate the price of manuk labakhnya.“ He chuckles small.
It seems he knows, that the price of manuk labakh up to three times the price of Aceh noodles. Because the portion is a whole chicken, yes a small chicken, not a big chicken. I don't really care, I earn even though the wara-wiri is not clear like this. I was rationed five million months from Canda and Givan bachelors, just for snacks and online shopping, he said. But if indeed I do not glance at expensive items, yes five million is very enough for me. Moreover, this money is intact for me only. Not shared with the mother, because the mother has her own ration.
“Dika Prabangkara?“ I said his name.
“Iya, that's my name.“ He enjoyed his food.
I started rolling this noodle with a fork. I prefer to eat noodles with a fork, rather than having to cut with a spoon or eat with chopsticks.
I glanced back at his business card, after successfully putting food in my mouth. Address in Bengkulu, is he Bengkulu?
“People Bengkulu?“ tanyaku later.
“Iya, in Muko Muko area.“
I don't know, I never went there. I don't know the area on this island, because I was thrown to another island.
“Away yes, Bang?“ I smiled faintly at him.
“Yes, which one are you?“
“I'm Java, Bang.“ I'm of Javanese descent, just follow my brother-in-law in Aceh.
“Wow, further. Work where?“ He swallowed his food first, and spoke.
“Not working, wait for flight tomorrow.“ I grinned bitterly, painfully remembering the story behind my flight.
“Abang works where?“ I smile for him.
“There.“ He pointed to the airport that was visible from here.
“Staf?“ ask me by frowning me.
“Sopir.“ He smiled widely.
“What driver is at the airport?“ tanyaku later.
“Sopir travel.“ He put on a big smile.
How do I suspect, the time is a travel driver?
“Whose name?“ tanyanya.
“Ria.“ I feel inferior because I have a unique name. The name is strange, tends to be uncommon.
“Oke, will you call my number? Let me change this meal later.“ He sipped some sweet tea afterwards. We both ordered sweet tea.
“Iya,” I replied succinctly.
He really only ate, then he excused himself to go first. I haven't kept the card, I'm still enjoying the city crowd even though my plate is up.
Until I came, I left because all this food was paid at the beginning. I'm like a fool, when I'll keep his business card.
It's insane!
I should have seen the opposite from the beginning. Because the logo on the back of his business card, is the logo of a flight that is the largest in Indonesia. He's not just a driver, he's a plane driver.
Although I was hesitant at first, I finally became convinced that he was a pilot. When I was at the airport with Keith, I saw Dika in a group of people walking in very distinctive clothes.
He really is a pilot.
He even saw me staring at him. He must have thought me stupid, for putting on a face like this.
I really didn't contact him at all, because I didn't intend to ask for a change of shophouse from my labakh manuk that I exchanged for him. I don't think about the price difference, which is still affordable in my opinion.
However, when our views met for quite a while. He hinted at his thumb and index finger in his ear, he gestured for me to contact him.
Uh, wait a minute. Maybe the signal was for someone behind me. I looked back, wailing to see the existence behind me. No one was paying attention, everyone was busy with their own business.
When I straightened my eyes on her again. He chuckled and pointed at me, I touched my chest, as a gesture I asked if I was the one. It turned out that he nodded, then he was pulled by a man old enough to walk with the group.
I'm sure he's a pilot, because his uniform is quite different from that of a steward. It even has a special hat, which makes it even more dashing.
Uhh, just like that I blushed geer.
Dika Prabangkara, a man whose age is as among the thirty years. He was bright-skinned, tall filled with and thick eyebrows. The visuals are probably similar to the Ebra papah. Just search Tiktok. Just a picture of the resemblance, if the person is clearly different.
“Udah, Ria. Come to the plane, we transit later.“ Keith went back to my side.
“Yes, Keith.“ I don't care if my plane is in transit or not. Because I'll stay next to Keith, following his rules and steps.
Woy, woy, woy. Apparently, apparently, apparently. Apparently, this plane will be taken by the Dika. Because the pilot's name is called, when I've sat down and activated flight mode.
Kinda crazy.
I got an acquaintance of a pilot and I ignored him?
Mubazir.
I'd better make it my solace and escape for a while. Where know the prized fad, the fooled fad. Any idea, my escape ended up in the pelaminan.
However, I suddenly remembered my own condition when I was copying his phone number from the business card he gave to my phone. What, if he finds out I'm not V anymore? There is, not me who is fad, but he who is fad at me.
Roughly, he turned around to play me.
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