The Story of the Buyer
Sleaming Celurit

A bright Sunday morning.

Doni is a village teenager who lives only as a burden on people's households

he got up early to feed his father's cattle. At least

that way it doesn't get too burdensome. Doni dropped out of school because

love to peek at the skirt of the teacher's mother while sitting spoiled on the front porch

the principal's office. Whose eyes are not captivated by the beautiful face and

the smoothness that emanated from the face of the teacher's mother

that, her graceful figure when stomping her legs to walk as if

performing in front of a fashion show. The smile that it

throw from his thin lips make your bitter tea will taste sweet. Aw,

it's like a fist fight in Doni's tongkrongan stall.

Doni while as

a village youth who wrestled the field of unemployment so that the achievement of

the highest is without financial input in his life, he also likes

once in dialogue with the fathers in the stalls across the street

near to satay Madura. The fragrant smell of satay when Doni sat cross-legged on the couch

the stall makes Doni feel full, which is why he likes it

sit there alone before the village gangs come

assailed.

This morning Doni found

a noble task of the Father is to look for grass in the back field

home to eat goats. The morning was still full, the bushes were still full

by the last night's residual dew that hasn't been washed with tissue, tree branches

still standing upright and also gently greeting the day Doni is gleaming wrapped

by sheets. His dry body was immediately forced to

rising from his sleep. hammer and sickle he brought then cheered passionately

demand justice and equality. Uh, it turns out that Doni's still under influence

dreams of capitalist ghosts and greed of the rulers of capital. Doni let go

all the attributes he had brought. Revolution of the revolt of the oppressed

he quickly blurted out in his subconscious. The consciousness of Doni

little by little he recovered from his long sleep earlier. Doni then went to

bathroom, pee a little and then wipe the water all over the surface

her face. A face that looked dull and gloomy when his consciousness had not yet recovered

it had now become fresh and full of fitness like a person who was still

young. He looked at his own face with a high libido, a sense of

his confidence in his beautiful face in front of the mirror was like

truly she was like an artris who had suddenly fallen from the sky in

a village that is in conflict. In the midst of his high imagination about faces

his image of Doni was shocked by the reality that his goat

shouting loudly because they have not received rations of fresh grass in the morning.

Her concentration broke and the figure of the actress in front of the mirror disappeared

it makes everything back bleak. Doni becomes a full-fledged Doni back with

mediocre face, acne and far from the standard of public appearance.

Walk it up Doni

towards the back yard full of green and fresh grass, sure

if the goat is a man, it is certain that this field is a

a field full of sweets ready to eat. The man who was the goat

of course, it will eat all the sweets whether full or not. All of them

libas man is not left, only himself is in charge of eating all the sweets

in that vast field at once. But the goat is the goat, it only eats

enough and full of it, of course, thus the work of Doni becomes

it is a little easier to care for goats than humans. Because Doni is only

need to bring the grass just enough. You can imagine a goat

the man who kept it, of course, the field will disappear in a day

the field was at once, it was definitely very exhausting.

Before cutting the grass,

Doni told the Almighty God to give him salvation

the grass that he will cut. Doni spoke to the grass that

he wanted to cut it, Doni asked permission for the grass to be ready

let go of his chlorophylls, let his body be cut down by celurites, in order to

let his body be eaten by his goats and so on. Ritualized

it was then closed by praying that the new grass would grow

with a much more beautiful quality as a form of manifestation of life

grasses. He danced in excitement to cut the grass

on the way to weeding the grass he forgot how to cut

so precise and accurate that this is where he is now. Infusion hose

wrapped around him, bandages also filled the ceiling of his eyes, dizziness that was not

infinity to the point of sitting as if feeling an infinite fertigo

interminable. His right temple was stuck by the celurit, Doni completely forgot

how could this have happened, which he knew that now he was in

the room was cold, sleeping on the bed with blankets and bandages was also infused

which filled his body. Doni was clearly confused as to why he was here until

the father who gave his job of mowing the grass explained chronologically

kejapanannnya and now Doni really become a burden to the whole family. He didn't

you can do nothing but sleep and watch a ball game on television

infirmary.

The body he turns around

so that it seems to form a hurricane with the power of the celurit

managed to cut a lot of grass. The circlock he shook completely

passion up and down alternately. Sometimes he also runs away

teras direct celurit down then suddenly up. Doni is like

ballet dancer with celurit. He leapt to the left, turning up his whistle

dancing cool on the grass field. It is like being possessed by a spirit

a ferocious goat man hungry by candy in the field and then until

it slipped with its less powerful focus. The celurit floated and

landed on his right temple. He was unconscious, his blood

splashing like a waterfall that spills along the way

demonstrator. Doni the celurit bearer.

            I don't believe in all this shit, everything's for sure

just a conspiracy behind. Wherever you can mow the grass with

your dumbfounded hand.

A father of pulpitaya

protesting the story Doni told just now.

            But I've really done it all, sir,

the proof is that I can now tell stories fervently and fervently. Whichever

I can't believe you trying to ask the teacher that I too have been and

peek often at her sweet skirt.

            Aihhh Doni, the mother teacher you maxed out is a tree in

across the street there that happens to be a poster of a woman carrying a book, that is

Just a picture of Doni's woman.

            You have been mute since you were little Don, how can you

tell a story well. All this is just

just your empty shit. Never mind.

Chat in the stall

next to the Madurese satay it ends with the arrival of a bright morning and

doni wakes up to mow the lawn behind the house.