Acun was Chinese. Acun looked weak, but he was actually a boxing expert. So the young man had made the wrong choice.
The final outcome was predictable: the young man would fall flat on his face. The author's prediction proved true. The young man collapsed in a relatively short time with a lump on his forehead.
"That's right, I'm going to marry you," the author said. "So, I'm coming to you."
The young man agreed with a weary expression.
One morning, the author was leaving for school. Aceng was standing in the yard.
"Kang Udjang, I greet you, Nyai," Aceng said.
The author was stunned. He hadn't expected it at all.
The author should have been happy to receive a greeting from the most beautiful girl. But the author remembered Aryati, who was equally beautiful. The author had already approached her.
So the author neither said yes nor said no.
Without a word, the author left the dazed Aceng.
Every time we performed, we would rent a set of Tagonian instruments from Mr. Djohari, a Kosambi resident. I thought it would be nice to have my own.
I contacted the Karees children. They were willing to contribute.
In short, a lot of money accumulated. I estimated it would be enough to buy a set of Tagonian instruments. Because I didn't know where to buy them, I entrusted the money to Mr. Sholeh, our Quran teacher, to buy a set of Tagonian instruments.
The instruments hadn't arrived for a month. Two months later, and even three months later, they hadn't arrived.
The children began to question their whereabouts. I replied that the money had been entrusted to Mr. Sholeh.
What was surprising was that Mr. Sholeh's wife, a lotek seller, was now wearing a set of gold jewelry: a necklace, bracelet, and ring.
We suspected the money was used to buy the set.
Finally, we agreed to get the money back. But how?
Finally, we decided to act it out. We pretended to fight.
On the appointed day, I returned from the mosque. The author was hit hard by Dedi Ochol. The author was in pain. The author retaliated by hitting Dedi as hard as he could. What started as a pretense turned into a real fight. The author was attacked by Dedi Ochol and Udin Bako.
The girls screamed. Mr. Sholeh came rushing over. Mr. Sholeh defended the author. Dedi Ochol and Udin Bako left.
"Where are you, Djang?" asked Mr. Sholeh.
"I'm going to get a set of Tagonian tools. I'm going to get the tools entrusted to you, sir. But I'm going to get them. I'm insistent. I'm going to fight with my husband."
The next day, the money was there. And Mr. Sholeh's wife was no longer wearing jewelry.
Stupidly, the author didn't realize. The author didn't ask Mr. Djohari where the Tagonian tools were. The author returned the money to the person concerned. This disappointed the children.
Our disappointment grew stronger by the day.
Finally, the author decided to move back to Al-Fatwa.
The author invited the children to join the study group. Most of them refused to move. The only ones who did were Dedi Ochol and Udin Bako.
One day, we moved. But the teacher, Mr. Solihin, wasn't there. He had gone back to his village in Garut.
In the end, we just played around. Making a mess.
While we were playing, Mr. Sholeh came over.
"We're so weird, aren't we?" he snapped.
We were all shocked.
"Come on, let's go study at At-Tawakal," he said as he left.
We followed him.
Even though we moved again, our disappointment didn't subside.
The study group couldn't be maintained. It completely dissolved on its own.
2. The love story of Aryati, a beautiful girl.
One day, Anes was looking for the author. His full name was Cornelis. He was feared for his bravery, even though he looked the same as the author of 12-12. Something that made everyone afraid was that when other people hunted chickens, he hunted stray dogs and cats to roast. While the RW was still ilahar, many Batak people loved it. This was a cat. He said roasted cat meat was delicious. It had a sour taste. Refreshing.
Meanwhile, its skull was made into a necklace. So that was what made everyone afraid.
The author did the same. Although he searched for any possibility of wrongdoing, he found none.
After meeting without shaking hands, he said: "Djang, I made a mistake, Udjang. I'm a school slave. I'm a fool, Udjang."
It must be the White-Eyed One, Aryati. "Oh, that's it, Nes! It must be Aryati's slave. "I'm indeed a fool. We've been together for years."
"Enya sakali deui Anes menta hampura. Moal sakali deui."
"In the hampura Nes!"
The author felt proud. A man who was not just anyone had a crush on, namely Cornelis, aka Anes Jeger, of the Perlon gang (Most Delicious Taste of Liang Nonok), where the Karees children joined them. So the influence of alcohol and drugs was the influence of the Perlon gang.
3. An accidental meeting with Aryati.
The author studied too hard, so
I didn't get bored. The room felt stuffy and needed some fresh air. I headed to the mosque courtyard to watch the kids play soccer.
It turned out Aryati was already there. The two of us chatted about this and that.
Before leaving, Aryati said, "Ameng atuh Kang ka bumi."
I felt happy. The tip of love, the side dish arrived.
I didn't waste the opportunity. I immediately went to her house that afternoon.
My soul penetrated space and time. I found myself walking with Aryati.
It was drizzling. I felt very happy. It felt good to hold hands with her.
But I thought negatively. I wasn't meant to be with Aryati. My soulmate was a woman from out of town.
A year had passed and I wanted to repeat the walk with Aryati like last year.
This scene was accompanied by a song called "Along the Road of Memories."
Along the Path of Memories
I came to your city on purpose
I haven't seen you for so long
I want to repeat myself
Walking like last year
Along the path of memories, we always hold hands
Along the path of memories, you embrace me tenderly
The light rain at the beginning of that month
Adds to the joy of that romantic night
Even though we are alone now
You are no different
But the memories along that path
I can't forget
Along the path of memories, we always hold hands
Along the path of memories, you embrace me tenderly
The light rain at the beginning of that month
Adds to the joy of that romantic night
Adds to the joy of that romantic night
From that moment on, the author approached Aryati. Every time we called, Aryati only greeted me with a handshake and then went back to her room. It was like that for a year.
During the year of our relationship with Aryati, the author experienced extreme boredom because Aryati never accompanied him.
The author only flirted with his shadow, accompanied by his father, who was busy preparing cloth for sewing the next day.
At that time, the author's love was monkey love. The monkey holding the fruit in its left hand also wanted the one in its right hand. Even that wasn't enough. Its paw holding the food was the same as the one in its hand. Likewise, the author felt that being with Aryati alone wasn't enough. The author needed relationships with other beautiful girls to relieve boredom.