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Si Kenek Kurang Ajar Itu…

Posted on: February 8, 2009

Jum’at pagi, gue datang ke kantor dengan muka ditekuk, langkah kaki menghentak, dan hembusan napas jengkel begitu muncul di muka pintu ruang kerja gue. Begitu gue datang, seisi ruangan yang tadinya lagi asyik cekikian langsung terdiam. Mbak Tina langsung nyeletuk, “Si Riffa dateng langsung pada diem. Itu muka kenapa bête begitu?”

Kak Monyk langsung menimpali, “Iya, ada apa, coba curhat sama kita, hehe.”

Dan cerita gue pun mulai mengalir penuh dengan emosi meluap-luap. Jadi ceritanya, pas gue mau naik bis dari Cawang, si bis Patas itu nggak mau berhenti untuk nungguin gue naik. Terpaksalah gue berlari dan lompat ke atas bis. Yang bikin bête, si kenek bis pake sok-sokan nolongin gue segala. Masalahnya, dengan kurang ajarnya dia meluk-meluk pinggang gue gitu! Males banget nggak sih gue pelukan sama orang nggak jelas kayak gitu?!? Makanya pas mau turun dari bis, itu kenek gue pelototin buat nggak lagi menyentuh gue seujung jari pun. Ih, sebel banget gue kalo inget kejadian itu!

Bukannya bersimpati, temen-temen kantor gue malah pada cekikikan. Mbak Tina bilang, “Dia naksir kali sama elo. Jangan-jangan dia kenal sama elo, udah tau elo tinggal di mana, udah kenalan sama ortu elo pula, hihihi.”

Gaya bercanda Mbak Tina yang kocak abis itu mau nggak mau bikin gue ikutan ketawa. Lalu waktu gue ngeluarin kantong berisi makanan dari tante gue, gantian kak Monyk yang ikut bercanda, “Ya ampun, elo sampe dibekelin makanan sama si kenek itu?”

Huahaha… bête gue pun lenyap untuk seketika. Dan pelajaran untuk hari ini adalah: nggak usah sok ngejar-ngejar bis yang nggak mau berhenti. Mendingan telat datang ke kantor daripada dipeluk sama abang-abang nggak dikenal. Yuck!


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