3. Praditya Al Hasim, My Name

The distance from Kota Paru to Kota Mini takes at least 2 hours by car and 1 hour to ride a motorbike. It will be that fast if you don't stop at another place.

Waiting that long, Hardi only focused his attention on his cellphone screen, even though he didn't dare to turn his head to the other side. although not infrequently his eyeballs would shift to the corner and then dive, Stealing glances at the man.

If want to be honest, this Om is handsome according to Hardi. His hairstyle is similar to an army haircut, his eyebrows are really thick and it's very natural, on his nose there is a small mole at the tip of the sharp nose cliff.

The man's lips... Hardi bit the middle of his lips, Oh this is one thing that amazed Hardi, namely thick fleshy lips but a little thin in size located in the middle of his beard and mustache which was shaved a little rough. It's better to keep peeking at this man than to eat your heart out watching his friends are cool to go out in the car.

Fierce uncle smiled faintly from a hard to reach direction then closed his eyes, "Don't look at that, I'll eat you later" Hardi widened his eyes, He was caught!

And all four of his friends turned to him in unison with smirks on their lips.

"Come on... You're caught peeking Om huh..." Yusman teased.

"Huh... You was talking about being scared!" Ibnu sneered while looking at him through the car's front rearview mirror.

Hardi stuttered, "Shut up!" He said annoyed then turned his face out the closed car window.

"Ha ha ha ha!" The teenager had to endure the shame of being laughed at by his fellow bastards.

What's wrong with watching someone with admiring eyes? He only examined the face but Om was even more confident. Sighing, Hardi grabbed a headset from his hoodie pocket, plugged it into his cell phone then put it on his ear, listening to music better than their mocking laughter.

"Uncle, what work?" Yusman asked turning his body half to face Om frightening.

"Bripka in the Police" The short answer from fierce uncle made Yusman and Vera widen their eyes, except for Hardi who heard nothing but music on his cell phone. Never mind listening, his gaze just directed out the window.

Unlike Ummu, the 2-year courtship with Ibnu made that pink-hijab girl already know the ins and outs of her lover's family.

Vera clapped her hands, "Uncle the best! How old are you, Uncle?" She Curious.

"27 Years" Fierce uncle said so succinctly. Immediately the two teenagers in front of him nodded in understanding.

Yusman asked again, "We've been friends for 2 years but how come we never saw Uncle at Ibnu's house?

"My uncle is busy with work! You just don't know!" Ibnu pout from the front.

He gave Ibnu a sour look before continuing to focus on fierce uncle. Since childhood he really idolized the police, And now meet face to face, even with Brigadier! You can't imagine how happy Yusman is right now.

"Hehe... Uncle, can Yusman hold your hand?" With a pleading gesture. It took a few minutes for the fierce uncle to extend his hand to the teenager in front of him.

Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Yusman immediately touched his rather large and slightly invisible hand with a confused feeling, "Finally I can hold Bripka's hand!! Honey! Hurry up and take my picture!" His urges shook Vera's shoulders.

Vera, who was busy watching Om's perfect face, had to be distracted by the shaking on his shoulder. "What the hell, Baby, it's too bad!" Vera said uncomfortable.

"Take a photo! It's not twice that I get an opportunity like this!"

Vera rolled her eyes lazily, directed her cell phone to the front and then took a picture of her boyfriend who was posing a handsome smile while holding fierce uncle's hand.

"Have you, Baby?" Ask Yusman.

Vera nodded, "I've taken a photo." Handing over his cellphone to be seen with Yusman.

Ibnu shook his head, "You're tacky!" He teased without looking back.

"Leave it to me! Umm... Uncle, Uncle later when we get to the mountain, will you take pictures together?" Fierce uncle just nodded.

It doesn't feel like 1 hour of travel has been taken. They agreed to stop at a roadside stall to fill their rumbling stomachs. One by one they started to get out of the car, leaving Hardi sleeping and the fierce uncle. Fierce uncle desperately wants to wake Hardi, but Yusman stops him.

"Come on, Uncle, just let Hardi sleep, he must be tired because the road from his house to the intersection was not asphalt, Uncle" Yusman said as he was about to get out of the car.

"You go first" Fierce uncle said. Yusman immediately agreed and went out after the others to a roadside stall.

Now it's just Hardi and Fierce uncle inside. The man turned his head, the corners of his lips lifted faintly at the way Hardi slept which was quite funny. The position is sideways. where the teenager's cheeks, nose and mouth are not elitely attached to the windshield, like a pig.

Hesitantly fierce uncle raised his hand, but it failed when Hardi suddenly opened his eyelids. Sitting up straight, his head spun around looking for the whereabouts of his friends and then gasped when he found fierce uncle frightening still beside him with his signature thin smile.

His body slid to the window, "U-uncle, Where are my friends?" He asked timidly.

Fierce uncle pointed outside, "They're eating, there." Tilting his head a little, Hardi found his friends having fun while eating. He clucked, Instead of waking him up, Them left him with fierce uncle who is scary.

"You're not coming?" Hardi's brow furrowed at the man's question, He should be the one asking why this ominous uncle didn't come with them and chose to stay in the car with him?

Weird, thought Hardi. But still he answered, "N-no Uncle, Ha-Hardi brought my own lunch, would you like it or not? Mama made a lot of it, wait a minute!" Before fierce uncle had the chance to answer, Hardi rushed out and climbed into Rahmat's car and started to dismantle the tent.

Rahmat who caught what he had done rebuked him in astonishment from the terrace of the shop, "Why disassembled it?"

"Grab supplies!" The fun is short.

After a few minutes, he returned to the car with a three-packed lunch box and a bottle of mineral water in his hand. Putting the objects in the middle of their seats and starting to open them one by one, Hardi was curious about the contents of the lunch.

After seeing the contents, the teenager chuckled in admiration, "Tsk tsk, Tututu'a sau nopogutu ni mama labai pernah labai moogise"

(Tsk tsk, It's true that what Mama makes is never bad)

Om was dazed for a moment when he heard the foreign language used by Hardi. Curious, he asked, "What language is that?"

"It's Hardi's regional language, The name is Laje" Hardi said proudly, Fierce uncle nodded in understanding.

A second after saying that, Hardi looked confused looking for something in his lunch box.

"Where's the spoon? Why only one?" he muttered.

"Why?" Fierce uncle asked because he saw his behavior that resembled a hot worm.

"This Mama, why did she put only one spoon? Do her think his son has a rubber stomach and can eat this much?" The teenager grumbled, annoyed when he didn't get a spare spoon in his lunch box.

The line on fierce uncle's lips curved upwards even more, "Eat alone"

Hardi looked up at the taller one. There was an uneasy feeling in his eyes, "It's okay, Uncle? Uncle, aren't you hungry?" The question just slipped out of his mouth.

The man shook his head, "Wait for the rest of you" Hardi glanced at the spoon in his hand and fierce uncle in turn.

"Waiting for leftovers? Does that mean I finished eating... Uncle ate the rest of my lunch that didn't run out like that?" Guess Hardy. Fierce uncle's small nod made him motionless.

"T-that wasn't an indirect kiss, was it uncle?" Hardi said nervously, The object in his hand was squeezed, his eyes turned here and there as long as he didn't see the grim face of fierce uncle who was sitting opposite him.

Again, fierce uncle nodded, "Instead of not running out"

Thinking, Hardi nodded. It's also true what fierce uncle said, Rather than not being used up, it's a waste. Surely her mother, who was so tired of making lunches, would be sad if she knew the results of her hard work were thrown away, even more so by her own son.

"Okay, wait patiently, Uncle, the problem is that if Hardi eats it takes a long time" he said, Unconsciously Hardi wasn't even nervous when he said that.

"Praditya Al Hasim, my name is" Fierce uncle said suddenly, making the teenager who was about to eat now look straight at him.