why in your name

I also do not understand why his parents gave a name like that. Do they not consider the merits first. At least find out first about the meaning of the name. Or maybe they were adherents of William Shakspeare understand-what is in a name-so it does not matter anymore in the affairs of his daughter's name. But still outrageous. Celeno Siah! Sontoloyo! Belegug!
Whatever his name, he could throw a little flicker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang. At that time, I was (let's call it) breakfast at the stall Ujay Mang. Yes, breakfast is only countryman bala-bala, Gehu, plus a glass of water I called the coffee-fixed breakfast. Besides, has become a tradition since childhood, plus the location of stalls Mang Ujay not too far from where I live. So almost every morning, I always come early to stall. Not infrequently, I'm the one who likes to wake Ujay Mang.
When I'm cooking enjoyment mengafresiasi bala-bala, the girl suddenly came and sat beside me, wearing a tight shirt and mini skirt, one inch above the knee. Of course my eyes are replek also stole a glance at his face. Looks eyes still red, as it just got up. But his face was ditebali surface make-up. No lag, my nose immediately report the fragrant aroma of the sting.
"Want to make coffee, non?" Said Mang Ujay, as he took the glasses off the shelf.
"Small Glass wrote, Mas. Use little milk. Oh yes, mas, here selling herbal Rapet ayu, no? "His voice was so loud and high pitched, made me gasp. Behind the loudness of it too, as if I heard a sigh sensual seduction-cooed.
"Yes baseball atuh, Non. This is always a coffee shop, not a place selling herbal medicine. There is also STMJ, want to? "
"Nah," he said, shaking his head. Then turned to me with glassy eyes. Of course I immediately looked away towards the Mang Ujay with pounding hearts. Why not? At the time he looked at me, I noticed his left eye blinking deliberately made smaller. Either just a vision, or indeed the way it is.
"Alone?" Suddenly he greeted me. I just nodded, hiding her shock. Again, have not had time to think kagetku missing, she reached out, took a handshake. Strands appear to spread from her red lips smile. I saw her red lips are also behind, there are flashing white teeth.
"My name is Sex," he said.
"Sex?"
"You're surprised, huh? Is my name violated the Anti Pornography Law? I'm not kidding, that's my name, no less-not more. Sex is a beautiful word, and I'm proud to call it. What's your name? "
"Just call Dhole," I answered, honestly.
"Dhole? is not that the name of a very wild coyotes? "she giggled as she answered herself pertanyaanna. "But you do not look ferocious. You're very romantic. Where do you live? "
"In the back of the house,"
"So you're a handyman's fried rice?"
"Yes, emangnya why?"
"It's okay, just nanya koq wrote. It is unfortunate wrote, we are tetanggaan but they do not know each other. Yet in this life should be no dividing wall ... "
"You're still in school right?" I tried to divert the conversation.
"What college. I'm more interested in research on sex ngadain. It turned out that sex is beautiful. Very beautiful, like my name! "He replied.
*
I looked at a magnificent mansion. Every evening, she appeared on the third floor. Stood motionless, his eyes cast toward the distant. So I started to figure out, maybe he is being haunted by a sense of longing in a person; waiting for happiness, in a piece of hope is almost gone.
Meanwhile, my father was preparing merchandise for later tonight. I'm still sitting on an old chair while enjoying a cup of coffee, my favorite smoked cigarettes, staring at the third floor of the mansion.
"Hi, Dhole! where you put that bottle of ketchup? "father suddenly snapped.
"Probably still in the kitchen, Beh!" I said, somewhat surprised. Reverie simultaneously be dispersed. Kupalingkan eye toward the cup of coffee.
"No, Dhole! Besides doing your work just a daydream? What are you still thinking about the failed college? I have said many times, you'd better be selling fried rice! College there, college here then, no one has finished! "
"I have no talent in college, Beh,"
"What do you say?"
"Ew ... I mean, I do not have a talent for selling fried rice!"
"So what your talent? Main soap opera? "
"Come on, Bang. The Dhole's'm stressed! "Stepmother came. "Bottle kecapnya already siapin aye!" He said again.
Stress is a word that is stale. Stepmother is always pronounced, if the father was angry. Our family is very loaded with stress. Moreover, in the midst of economic life that more and more slumped, suddenly the father intends to marry again. Stepmother will co-wife. In conclusion, if the intention father accomplished, then I'll have two stepmothers.
My father was thirsty women. At least he was seven times married and divorced five times. I myself was born from his third wife. My mother died of cancer (according to my neighbor, cancer recurrence, due to the father who was willing to marry again). I have no other choice but to follow the father. Stepmother changed, changed rented house.
"Hi, son of stress! Why did ngelihatin lu of the house? What you are not afraid to catch the disease of corruption? "Snapped the stepmother as she entered the house. Call it home, though its size is only half the garage sex.
*
Mang Ujay IN coffee shop, as usual I enjoyed the boiled noodles. To this day, I never disputed the stepmother who never provide food for breakfast. Though breakfast is very important. But I try not prejudiced. Indeed every eight in the morning, my father was still curled up in his room, and stepmother had left his sacred duty, toiled at the mill.
The girl appeared again. Back to spread the fragrance, filling the corners of the room stall Ujay Mang. The higher the mini skirt, maybe a quarter inch above the knee. Also becoming red lips. And I no longer feel awkward to deal with it. We are already familiar, as almost every morning would meet at the shop Ujay Mang. As usual, he ordered a coffee with a little milk.
Almost every morning, too, she boasted with vulgar language. His talk about sex, never finished. Actually I'm sick of hearing, even disgusted. It seems inappropriate, a personal issue like that told by young unmarried women.
When every afternoon Sex appeared on the third floor, I see it as a beautiful girl, rarely spoke, and harbored a deep longing. But in the shop Ujay Mang, I like dealing with a prostitute who was hawking his self-esteem.
"Hi, Dhole, you know, sex is beautiful?" He said. I just shook my head.
"Talking about sex, sometimes we get caught up in the bed games. Not really, sex does not mean bed. Sex is meant sex. So from that sex is very confidential and difficult to describe with words. You know, why the Chinese people explore the science of sex? Because ... "
"Mang, added another half ..." I handed the bowl.
"Where there is, half boiled noodles. Can not. Ntar a half again, why? "Mang Ujay frowned.
"Studying the sex is important, Dhole. As you eat noodles every morning. But why yes, some people always cover the ears, when someone talks about sex. In fact we need to study it, as well as children who learn to count. Uh, Dhole, sometimes sex is made evil and creepy. You know who the sex offenders? "
"How much, Mang? Crackers plus three, four bala-bala, Gehu one! "
*
NOT as usual, the girl on the third floor was staring at me. A bit far away indeed, but I see there is silence behind his eyes. We exchanged eye contact. I threw a sweet smile, but unfortunately he did not reciprocate. Damn it. Sex, why is your name like that? Why were you born in a family rich? While I was born from a very miserable?
That afternoon my father brought his young wife. Rather pretty and quite sexy. But it seems very lazy. See, when they want to enter the house, my father took off his shoes are required. I only looked briefly, then looked again at the mansion. Sex has disappeared. Who knows where.
Old stepmother just got home from the factory. Previously he had approved plans for the father remarried. The reason my father was quite clear and reasonable; old stepmother can not give offspring. And this time, the father gives a choice: Want to be divorced, or co-wife? Apparently old stepmother is still interested in the fried rice dishes father, so he chose to co-wife.
But what happened? The quarrel had begun the first round. That afternoon I heard a noise, strife, ending with a voice broken goods. Old stepmother screaming. I saw him out, bring the whole outfit, and crying while cursing issue. Since then, old stepmother never returned.
*
"Dhole, you've read the book Shu Jing Ni?"
I shook my head.
"The art of the game the bed there. Chinese people are good at sex play. Kamasutra is also pretty good I think. Not just mere knowledge, but we can exchange experience sex with other nations. "
I saw the girl's dress more transparent. Thus, so me and Mang Ujay can see what's inside. But I was even disgusted, and noodles in my mouth could barely swallow.
"Sex, what you can not talk except about sex? Maybe it's hedonistic life that will catch my attention more, "
"What? You said I hedonists? Why do you think like that? "
"Because you're rich. And rich people are usually just looking for fun! "
"No, Dhole. Sexual intercourse can also be enjoyed by the poor. The poor and the rich, no one forbids to play sex. Including you and me. Someone else already sick of hearing the words sex, Dhole. Except you. I want you to be a loyal listener, and every morning I will be presenting a different sex story, "
"Is not sex a private matter?"
"Sure, but should also be told. You know, at this time the newspapers have closed the rubric of consultation huungan sex. And my favorite sites on the Internet is no longer in operation. Look at each lamp stopan, anti-sex banner mounted a large scale. I'm so confused, to whom will keceritakan this deep sexual matters? Only you, Dhole. You have to hear it! "
"Did the man-hungry women and bergonta wife, but it is not capable of the family group, may be called sex offenders?"
"Well, you got interested, right? I love that you asked about sex. Well, Dhole ... "
*
IN this crowded house, I often hear laughter spoiled young stepmother. Genitnya not playing. No, not at night, but when I was sitting in an old chair. Laughter spoiled that bothers me. Damn, sontoloyo, Satan! Concentration to stare at the girl on the third floor, had dispersed.
The girl was more beautiful. He was so sweet and gentle. When he stood behind the bedroom window, the silhouette of her body forming a beautiful image, with a symmetrical composition from top to bottom. Apparently he does not like to talk. And gaze, either stop where. Longing for someone, looking more deeply. Sex. Sex Is not she? Sex hawker in a coffee shop Ujay Mang? Or ... maybe another girl? But according to Mang Ujay, the mansion was no longer a girl, other than sex. Mr. Kornagara, the owner of the house, only to have a wife and three children (two wives were kept in the villa, and reportedly never told to the wife's parents).
"Hi hi hi ...!" Voice of the young stepmother, really bothers me. What else do young stepmother. Spoiled increasingly flirtatious laughter. And my father where? Usually he prepares merchandise for later tonight. Wheels fried rice is still empty. Oh, yes, perhaps the father has not been built.
Every afternoon I sat in an old chair. The girl appeared on the third floor, staring at some where, and laughter spoiled young stepmother kept distracting me. At that time, my father is not preparing merchandise. Wheels fried rice is still empty.
*
A day is not so beautiful. The sky was overcast, blackened. I'm enjoying the noodles boiled with a little gusto. Mang Ujay already died, and now his stall run by his grandson. My father had also died, after dozens of young stepmother giggled every afternoon, when I was looking at the third floor, and when the laughter sounds spoiled, dad is not preparing merchandise. When my father passed away, just leave the wheels of fried rice. Every night I pushed him, after sitting a while in an old chair.
Boiled noodles is almost gone, when a toothless old woman entered with teeth. Olala, I was surprised not playing, why grandma was wearing transparent clothes and short skirts, one-half inch above the knee?
He sat across from me.
"Hi, Dhole ..." he said. "You know that sex is beautiful?"
I was silent. I just remembered, that this afternoon to sit in an old chair and stared at the third floor of the mansion. Secretly I was thinking, why am I not woo the girl to be his wife?
I stood up. Thrusting a piece of money to the shop owner. In a mirror mounted on the shop, I saw an old man, wrinkled skin, teeth missing, and filled with gray hair. I almost did not believe, it is the reflection in the mirror my own face .***

Panyileukan Rangoon, 2002-2006

Description Some of the words:
Bala-Bala; Foods made from a mixture of vegetables (cabbage, sprouts, etc.) using flour, and fried.
Voluptuous: From Sundanese language, it means the same as sexy.
Belegug: the Sundanese language, it means foolish; not polite.
Celeno: From Sundanese, meaning blo'on, stupid.
Gehu: Stands from sprouts and tofu. That is inserted into the idea sprouts, wrapped disposable terrigu, then fried.
Sontoloyo: the Java language, expressions of dissatisfaction.
This short story was diciba sent to several media, but no one was willing to load it. Finally, these short stories translated into Sundanese, and was published in the magazine Mangle.