Miyawlova
Distrusting

"Gue met Laila that was very old," said Brother Jonathan.

Brother Jonathan wants to tell us. I can't wait to hear the story. Must've been exciting.

The road is not jammed, but the vehicle at 22:33 is still crowded. I know the clock because on the dashboard of the car there is a digital number that shows the time 22.33 and now it is 22.34. Next to the edge is a small inscription 102.2 FM.

The sound of the music of a terrible song accompanies me and Brother Jonathan in the room in this car. His voice did not interrupt our conversation, because the volume was small. But yes make the atmosphere so syahdu.

"Seeing you happy is one of the most beautiful things... Anug'rah the love I once had... You made me believe in the sincerity of love... It's like the perfect story's coming..."

It was a song that Jonathan and I heard from the radio broadcast. I think this is a really good song. I listened to the story of Brother Jonathan and Lele in the past. They are together, united by the same hobby that is keeping cats.

"But yes, I am the same as him. You know, like. um. nothing special between me. Kaya is just that," Jonathan said after recounting his time with Lele.

"You feel like Laila how are you? Is it common, or is there something rich?" ask me to look deeper.

"What the hell do you think that's so? Do you want to match me with Papoy or Laila anyway?" brother Jonathan Protest.

"Dwelling. I'm just doing it, brother. Laila hasn't told me that she's been the same as you, all this time" I said.

"That means I'm not special to him. So what did you tell his best friend? Huh ga?" said Brother Jonathan.

If you knew Sis, if Lele had a crush on you. He's heartbroken because you left before he could tell you about his feelings.

"Why is there still... The rest of the taste in the chest... When you just left? Can I survive... Without you, baby? Lord, please let him miss you..." The song on the radio dramatized my feelings.

I admit I'm not a good friend to Lele. I can't position myself. Both when Lele has a crush on Gilang and when he meets Brother Jonathan again, the person he once liked.

I can't deny the fact that what Lele likes is always the same as what I like. I may not eat temen! Lele and her family are rich in my own family.

All this time I was back and forth. I sincerely Gilang kept jealous again, sincere again and jealous again. Now that's the case. I even use my curse to be his friend Brother Jonathan. I am a teenage boy.

"There's nothing special about it." I murmured.

"Huh? Lu, what are you talking about? It's not, " said Brother Jonathan.

"Bu-nothing really. I just found out about that story. Hehe.." I said.

"Yes. That's story. So how, you still want my nyomblangin same temenlu another one? I saw matalu gaje. Why suddenly become Laila? Or do you want to confide in you who has a crush on Laila? Or Papoy?" ask Brother Jonathan who occasionally saw my eyes fit talking and refocus again forward.

Fucking me! I got salting gini yeah, pretend to cough. "UHUK... UHUK..."

"Where is Brother. I like it..."

Mentari. I like the Mentari. My eyes were glued to see a colon separating the minute digit and the hour digit on our front screen. The second point is a flashing light. Every sixty blinks, the minute number will change the digit.

I can't even give up on time for my revenge. Yes, I have a vendetta. Effort that I do for Gilang is maximal. Gilang turned into a stiff and geeky again, but what do I get? They even like other people.

Okay fine! I'll get Brother Jonathan! One day I will return to my original body and I will be the same Brother Jonathan! This is the price I have to get!

"Who do you like?" Brother Jonathan makes me flinch from my daydream.

"Gue likes Papoy's best friends..."

"No. One over. Mentari," I said it actually kind of like that.

"Oh, who was with us? The mentari... Aye right. His name was Tari" said Brother Jonathan.

"Where did you step in to chase him?" ask Brother Jonathan.

"There is," I said.

"Haha... Turns out your guts... Hahaha " said Brother Jonathan while taking off his handle. He showed his index and thumb like he was pinching air. The little guts.

"But your rich man is a good match for your relationship" said Brother Jonathan.

"Huh? You mean?" Lest your thoughts be the same as Lele's! Wantit, the woman of stature! I'm not a woman, anjir!

"Lu kaya ikhwan. Not suitable for dating. Get married soon" said Brother Jonathan.

Uh, I guessed wrong! It turns out Brother Jonathan sees me as a pious man. Not maybe! It must not be because I see me, where maybe I behave alim! He must have heard stories from people! The story about Gilang, not about the physical Gilang that I wear.

"Lu's just a story from people, brother. I'm ordinary, really," I said.

Our journey is also over.

"Which house you have?" ask Brother Jonathan.

"My house is deep inside. You have to walk first, or take a motorcycle. The car can't get through" I said.

"Oh that. I stopped by sometime" said Brother Jonathan.

"Eh, stop by now, brother!" I'll kill if I come back alone.

"Why is that?" ask Brother Jonathan.

"Gue didn't dare to turn back himself, Brother. Bokap his guy's stiff, unsettled. I can't go out at night. If there are friends, bokap will be reluctant if you want to get angry," I explained.

"Yes my. Is there anyone rich? If a girl's still mending, it's you guys!" gerutu Brother Jonathan.

"Yok, I anterin you back," he continued.

We both walked to my house. Complex road conditions are so quiet. There were only one or two people who were seen again sitting on the porch of his house.

"Night Sir," greet me.

"Yes Nak Gilang" said the man who was sitting on his porch.

"Your son lives here" said Brother Jonathan.

"Give you too, brother. You live in elite housing right?" i said.

"But the atmosphere is not rich gini. Say hello to people. Not your next-door neighbor. Can know that. You are not rich in my house. Knowing the neighbors in front of the house is still profitable" said Brother Jonathan.

"DISAPPEARANCE..." Someone called me. I and Brother Jonathan looked back.