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terjemahan storynya remy : How to get a straight guy....
How to get a straight guy to be your boyfriend…BE UPFRONT!!
Let me tell you the story how my boyfriend and I became official. I hope it can help to be an inspiration for you to have the love of your life. If it doesn’t….at least I’ve shared my story.
At the Pakuan Express....
Yes, the beginning of the year 2008. Moved out, away from parents, also switched jobs to Jakarta. Leaving the comfort of working in the rainy city, had me overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle of the capital city.
My main means for transportation now is Kereta Rel Listrik (KRL), the electric train Bogor – Jakarta City bound. The first month I tried getting used to KRL economy, but my body couldn’t take it. Finally in the second month, I decided to go on the express in the mornings and economy on the way back from work. (a profitable combo).
The first few weeks, I always switched between the train cars when I go on. Until one day I got on car number 6. There I saw a handsome guy who caught my attention. His looks that is a cross between the TV soap star Iqbal M Pakula and Arhinza, has been bugging me every morning, and so I’ve decided from that day on I would start my regular commuting on car 6.
It seems the high individuality in the air-conditioned class has made it very hard to find a gap to start a conversation with Iqbal (my nickname for him). I'm content watching him away from a distance. Heart beating fast when near. Making a fool of myself if he sits right next to me. Aah... can't wait to get to know him.
The following days finally a chance came by to chat. Started from sharing the bad luck of having our train stuck at the Pasar Minggu for over half an hour. Conversation was initiated. Iqbal (let's just continue calling him that) said something first. He complained how he's going to be late to work.
To be honest, I was so blown away and had not paid attention to anything he said, because of that I was able to stare at his face till my heart's content. After introducing ourselves and continuing the train ride, I had a good feeling my days from that day on will be more exciting.
Leaning on the pillar at the center platform, I greeted him with a smile as he approached me. We finally boarded, and the whole trip we talked passionately about everything. From that day's conversation I found out he was three years my senior, married and had a 2 year old kid.
When the train almost reached its last destination, the car grew sparse. We both sat on a bench that'd been cleared out. He asked if I had a contender to marry, or a girlfriend and why I haven't gotten married yet even though in a couple of years I'd be hitting my thirties and I have my own house with a stable job.
Lowering my voice I said, close to a whisper : "I'm not that attracted to women..." I saw the change in his facial expression to what seemed like confusion and embarrassment, so was his body language. I can only smile giddily to see him act like that. With the expression like wanting be out of there so bad he changed the subject, later when we arrived at the downtown station he immediately left only giving me a slight smile.
The next day I didn't see him. The day after, I rode in a different train car. I knew he was trying to avoid me.
To Be Continued... (haven't had time to type)
Let me tell you the story how my boyfriend and I became official. I hope it can help to be an inspiration for you to have the love of your life. If it doesn’t….at least I’ve shared my story.
At the Pakuan Express....
Yes, the beginning of the year 2008. Moved out, away from parents, also switched jobs to Jakarta. Leaving the comfort of working in the rainy city, had me overwhelmed with the hustle and bustle of the capital city.
My main means for transportation now is Kereta Rel Listrik (KRL), the electric train Bogor – Jakarta City bound. The first month I tried getting used to KRL economy, but my body couldn’t take it. Finally in the second month, I decided to go on the express in the mornings and economy on the way back from work. (a profitable combo).
The first few weeks, I always switched between the train cars when I go on. Until one day I got on car number 6. There I saw a handsome guy who caught my attention. His looks that is a cross between the TV soap star Iqbal M Pakula and Arhinza, has been bugging me every morning, and so I’ve decided from that day on I would start my regular commuting on car 6.
It seems the high individuality in the air-conditioned class has made it very hard to find a gap to start a conversation with Iqbal (my nickname for him). I'm content watching him away from a distance. Heart beating fast when near. Making a fool of myself if he sits right next to me. Aah... can't wait to get to know him.
The following days finally a chance came by to chat. Started from sharing the bad luck of having our train stuck at the Pasar Minggu for over half an hour. Conversation was initiated. Iqbal (let's just continue calling him that) said something first. He complained how he's going to be late to work.
To be honest, I was so blown away and had not paid attention to anything he said, because of that I was able to stare at his face till my heart's content. After introducing ourselves and continuing the train ride, I had a good feeling my days from that day on will be more exciting.
Leaning on the pillar at the center platform, I greeted him with a smile as he approached me. We finally boarded, and the whole trip we talked passionately about everything. From that day's conversation I found out he was three years my senior, married and had a 2 year old kid.
When the train almost reached its last destination, the car grew sparse. We both sat on a bench that'd been cleared out. He asked if I had a contender to marry, or a girlfriend and why I haven't gotten married yet even though in a couple of years I'd be hitting my thirties and I have my own house with a stable job.
Lowering my voice I said, close to a whisper : "I'm not that attracted to women..." I saw the change in his facial expression to what seemed like confusion and embarrassment, so was his body language. I can only smile giddily to see him act like that. With the expression like wanting be out of there so bad he changed the subject, later when we arrived at the downtown station he immediately left only giving me a slight smile.
The next day I didn't see him. The day after, I rode in a different train car. I knew he was trying to avoid me.
To Be Continued... (haven't had time to type)
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Friday February 1st
The worst rainstorm caused Jakarta to be flooded, the rain also caused the train to get held up at Manggarai for an hour.
I didn't see Iqbal on the same car.
In the cold I sat down with my eyes shut while listening to songs from my cell. Suddenly I got up, surprised by a slap from a newspaper on my thigh.
"You dropped your paper..." said a voice. It appeared Iqbal was already sitting next to me.
I took my earphones off, took the paper from his hand and said thank you with a smile.
We both sat quietly. Once in a while Iqbal would turn his head to the window to watch the pouring rain outside.
I know... he's been bothered with a lot of questions (curious). So I have to keep my cool.
"Mm..how does it feel?" questioned him softly
I turned not comprehending
"Feels to be...you know" he continued even softer
"How it feels...? just normal...but the reaction isn't..." I answered
"What do you mean?" he asked not understanding
"People's reaction when they hear they usually avoid me." I muttered sarcastically
Iqbal got quiet.
"Lemme ask you something.." I spoke
"In your opinion is that girl pretty?" I asked while pointing at a cute girl amongst three passengers at the special bench.
"Yeah she's pretty." Iqbal answered
"Are you attracted to her?" I asked him again
"If I didn't have a wife, and I knew her a little better maybe yeah..but physically she's not my type of pretty..." he answered while never turning away from the girl.
"So there ya go..." I finished
"We're just the same, it doesn't make sense if I fall for every man that I meet does it?" I added
Iqbal stared at me
I laughed comforting.. "Sorry bro, you're good-looking, but too bad you are not my type..." (such bullshit!!) I proceeded putting my earphones back on.
I realize what I said was making him even more curious (sorry babe.. I hope you don't see this and you don't know about boyzForum) When the train finally moved again through the rainstorm, we just sat silently.
To be continued... (sore from typing...)
DOWNTOWN STATION 9.30 AM
When we finally arrived at the downtown station, it was very packed. Mostly because none of the passengers dared to go outside in the pouring rain. Flood filled the main roads, there is no point to go out with an umbrella since we'll get soaked.
I stood at the east gate looking at the heavy rain outside, Iqbal stood next to me in silence. The cold made me hungry, so I decided to eat at a fast food restaurant inside the station.
"Where are you going?" asked Iqbal when he saw me leave.
"Getting a bite to eat at A&Ws. I'm starving... might as well, I'm already late to work. Wanna come?" I asked.
Iqbal looks unsure. "Um.. I've had breakfast.." he replied
"Ok fine... are you sure? its cold.. I'll get you coffee my treat do you want one?" I tried persuasively.
Briefly Iqbal still looked doubtful, but reluctantly he walked and followed me.
After ordering a combo meal and a cup of coffee, we sat by the window looking out the busway stop, even their roadway is flooded.
During my meal, Iqbal studied me smiling almost to a laugh.
"What? Surprised? I do eat like this. Always two pieces of chicken..." I commented
"But you don't gain weight huh?" he asked puzzled.
"High metabolism..." I answered continuing to eat.
After the meal our chat continues with comparing how his kid and my nephew who's a year older behave.
I realize.. at this time he considered me as a strange creature, new toy, alien, or anything he's never encountered. His curiosity is what I was planning to take advantage of.
Time flies and it was already 11.00 am and that day's talk ended with us exchanging numbers and each other's home address.
That awkwardness is now gone, we both became close again in every train trip.
And I just became his best friend.. But it's ok... this is only the beginning...
Uh... little help over here? my hand's cramping
TO BE CONTINUED
At my lunch break I promised I would go with Iqbal to buy a printer and some computer wares at Mangga Dua Mall, because I know someone there (on the 5th floor, don't go looking for him now...) so not bad we could get rates for friends...
As a thank you Iqbal treated me lunch at KFC, that's located on a secluded area on the 1st floor and a little less crowded than Hokben or A&W's, my reasoning so we could talk more privately.
The advantage of having friends who realized our condition, you don't have to be embarrassed anymore when browsing dudes in front of them. Okay, when we ate my eyes were checking out a cute guy who passed by our table. After he went by I saw Iqbal staring at me puzzled with a frown.
"What's wrong?" I asked while sipping 7up (I always alternate between coke and 7up)
"It doesn't seem like that guy was all that cute." he said in protest almost to a whisper.
"Nah, he's cool.." I said lazily
"I'm curious, you thought I wasn't cute? Then what type of guy do you like?" he argued in an even lower voice.
Here's the moment, looks like my scheme has brushed on his ego. Maybe cuz he's been told that he's attractive more than often.. haha...
I said nothing instead I got up from my seat, then something unexpected happened. Iqbal instinctively reached my wrist asking "Where're you going?"
Iqbal's reaction caught me by surprise, seemingly as well as Iqbal. He awkwardly let go of my arm. I said "I wanted to wash my hands... um.. also wash my watch. Your hand's greasy. Why? do you want me to get you something?" I answered as best as I could as I buried my face on my wristwatch that had but a hair of grease.
Without waiting for Iqbal's answer I hurried to the sink. But really, even though I kept my cool... my chest was still pounding hard.
(Anyone got tiger balm?? my fingers are tired...)
Ada yg bahasa jawa?
Kalau belum ntar kubuat versi jawa, ya.
LOL
sekalian sunda ama padang ok!
Please, please write on. I could fall in love with either of you just by reading this.
Tuh, Kang! ada yang minta lanjut... termasuk ane..!! Rupanya dengan bahasa internasional jadi lebih banyak yang baca ya... hehehehe...
@blueriyo, Mana versi Bahasa Jawa nya???? kirimin ane dunk via e-mail...
(God!! Now I really wish you didn't know there was a boyzforum!! Babe.. don't read this ok...)
Looking for Iqbal's house (well really his in-laws'..) was not difficult because it is the house of the head of the neighborhood council(Rukun Tetangga = RT)(clearly stated on a sign perched on the wall of the house)
I stood in front of Iqbal's house holding a bag that had a big garfield doll in it. He had no clue that I was coming that day, it explains why he was a little surprised..
But still signaled me nonetheless to go inside.
I was introduced to his beautiful wife, adorable kid, started out shy...this wavy haired girl
when put face to face with me. But then turned warmer after the Garfield doll became her
possession.
Out on the patio we talked, His daughter on my lap. Whilst the wife stayed inside away from our conversation. That's when I thought, out here was just me, Iqbal and his kid...I wish I could be a stand-in for your mom kid... I contemplated to myself. Hahaha...
"Sorry I didn't tell you ahead of time. It's ok right?" I asked
"No problem." He replied
"Does your wife know yet.... about...my condition..." I asked softly
"Nope...she doesn't know." he answered
Perfect.. that was what I had hoped for. Him hiding things from his wife.
"Oh really, honestly I just stopped by to let you know that they started step two of the building stage at my housing complex . You can come take a look around drop by at my place? how bout it?" I suggested
"Hmm... true. I am getting tired of living with the in-laws..." Iqbal said close to a whisper.
If I get too forceful, he'd suspect...So let it be... I won't push him to come to my house per se, but I'm pretty sure my bait has hit the mark.
"Hey, when did you realize you were different?" he inquired
"Sssh.. keep it down why don't you..." I said in warning looking around.
"Nobody's here...my wife's watching TV.." Iqbals said calming me down
Watching TV at this time? MTV Ampuh(Asian MTV segment)?
Refusing to take any risk I continued to lower my volume.
"Since highschool."
"Then I realized, going out with girls was so bland. There was no chemistry then it went on just for status."
The little one was starting to get restless on my lap and was forcing its way down. Finally I let her play on the floor with her new toy.
"It was nothing to do with some childhood experience?" questioned Iqbal with caution
I only laughed..he must've thought of some criminal headline news on the papers.
"No way...plus if you must know, I'm still a virgin...oops..half a virgin I guess.. since the upper part here isn't." I said jokingly
Iqbals's went back to a frown.
"With your ex boyfriend?" Asked Iqbal with a regular volume.
"Shh..volume..!" I grumbled reminding him."Yes!" I finished.
Iqbal fell silent. I wached the little one punching her garfield doll.
"How does it feel..." Iqbal mumbled almost incoherently, also watching his kid.
"Huh?" I asked turning my head
It was some time Iqbal stayed quiet until he then finally went on..
"To be..karaoked..."
I had to hold a laugh for his choice of word
"Good." I replied.
"To..karaoke?" he asked again
"Nice. Like it!" I answered again almost not able to contain the laugh. Especially seeing Iqbal's face very serious
"Why? Kayla's mom never gave you one when asked?" I asked with a smirk.
Iqbal went still, unsure to answer.
"She has.. but I don't know... doesn't seem like she gave it all." he complained
I just giggled.
"You ever heard of the saying.. Who knows a man better than he knows himself?" I asked rhetorically.
Iqbal just gave a blank stare.
OWIE.. JUST AMPUTATE MY FINGERS...
hwaa.. made it fast please >_< i'm really curious how u guys could make it out..
thanks, kalo bukan karena remy ngga bakal ada bahan tulisannya hehe....gue cuman mengisi waktu luang aja translasi
Kalo engga, kang atas mo translating apa?
Udah ad yang bikin translasi-nya, tar ane bikin komiknya ah!!! :P
kalo boleh sama Remy & iqbal tentunya.
This afternoon Iqbal had already called to tell me he was coming. Over and over I've gazed out the window that was mostly covered in drapery, hoping for Iqbal to arrive.
Humph... since then all I'd seen was Mr. Head of the Neighborhood Council (RT) of my own complex whose house is conveniently across from mine hacking weeds on his lawn.
Iqbal subsequently came on his motorcycle. I waited for him to knock on the door, then got out acting like he's not allowed inside.
"Hey... Let's just go...I'm worried the marketing office might close." I said while abruptly closing the door.
Iqbal seemed baffled at the same time trying to take a peek inside the house before the door completely shut.
"What's the deal? You hiding some guy inside?" probed Iqbal.
"Come on..! I don't think I'd dare to being neighbors with Mr. RT. No, the living room's a mess." I replied wearing my sandals walking over to my front gate.
"Let's not ride the bike. It's not far.." I requested
Iqbal seemed still curious to see my house. After he set his helmet down he proceeded to follow me.
I greeted Mr. RT whose now loading the weed scraps into a plastic bag.
On our walk, we talked about the houses on my block that they have been altered from their original condition by their respective owners.
Iqbal also asked about the budget that I forked out to fix my kitchen and to create my front gate.
ANYWAY....Iqbal asked "Your neighbors don't suspect?"
I know what he meant.
"Not yet...my next door neighbor, military guy, still a bachelor. On Mr. RT's row there's another. As long as I'm not the only single guy, I'm fine..."
When we arrived at the marketing office, we met Rachman a guy with glasses who usually deals with the marketing office's real estate. Iqbal asked this and that about real estate.
After we were done, we retreated to my house. At the door, I stood at the doorway in a non-inviting way.
"Alright. So be careful on your way home.." I said half warding him off.
"What are you hiding man? So rude you're not even gonna offer your guest something to drink." he complained while trying to look around the window.
"Nothing... it's just messy..." I intervened.
Iqbal became even more snoopy. "Let me see inside your house."
I gave in "Fine..sorry it's messy." reluctantly I opened the door.
My living room was honestly a shipwreck, just a rug with a mound of clothes on it that I had planned to iron. I quickly recovered the DVDs that were spread all over the floor by the TV that was turned off and...the DVD player that I purposefully didn't turn off. FYI all of this was a scenario that I had thought of. Hahaha...
"What were you doing when I got here?" he asked while still standing by the door. "you were watching porn weren't you?" he interrogated.
"So what if I did? nobody's here.." I answered clearing away the laundry with my foot packing it to a corner.
"Gay?" he asked.
"Does it have to be? I don't have any (Lies !!).."
I added "Definitely not girl on girl action."
"Lemme see what kind? where do you get them?" He prodded at the same time snatching a few of the DVD cases from my hands.
"At Glodok. Sometimes during lunch hour."
"Were you watching this one?" he asked showing me a DVD case that was empty.
"Why? wanna watch?" I invited.
"Sure...sure..." he accepted a little enthused.
After I shut the blinds (thank God Mr. RT wasn't suspecting anything). I continued the Film I was watching. I was a little annoyed for the fact that I wasn't sure if Iqbal was turned on or not when looking at porn, he looked so serious staring at it. I got up "I'm getting a drink k.."
When I got back with two cans of cold soda, the movie was already at the anal scene. Iqbal still looked serious watching.
"Does it hurt you think?" he asked intently staring at the TV screen.
I paused. then said. "I don't know...Never done it...I heard for the one "receiving" it hurts for sure the first time."
then I went on "But I heard again...for the "giver" it feels amazing.."
Iqbal turned.
"Ah, so Kayla's mom's never done it then..." I mumbled with a mischievous smile.
"I don't have the guts to ask her. I'm scared she'll freak out, or it'd make her cry or what not.." he replied
"yeah that's why in Indonesia anal sex is still one of men's most popular sexual fantasies.." I claimed in a know-it-all tone.
"For reals?" Iqbal hesitated.
"If not, then why 2 out of 3 porn movies would always have an anal scene in it?" I challenged by pulling some bogus statistics. Iqbal fell silent.
Five minutes went by. Now was my turn to completely concentrate on the movie without caring for Iqbal.
I didn't realize when exactly Iqbal started to shift towards me. When he came really close to me, I just noticed from time to time he would stare at me for a long time, then proceed to watch the movie. I let it go.
Iqbal kept leaning closer, till finally I felt his palm against my shoulder. I was still non-responsive. Suddenly Iqbal grabbed me while trying to kiss me full in the mouth.
Interruption...
"MY PRINCIPAL EVEN IF I WANTED TO, USUALLY I HAVE A BIGGER EGO.. I DONT WANT TO BE A SLUT!!"
Continue...
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" I yelled shoving him back.
His breathing was irregular, it appeared he was also in shock of what he just attempted to do.
"So sorry..." barely audible he wasn't able to look at me.
"I think I better go now..." still refusing to make eye contact, now he's looking for something.
"Here you go..." I said offering his motorcycle key.
Iqbal reached for the key, stomped out taking his helmet on the way that he had left there out on the patio.
I could only stare at Iqbal out the window, who was now starting his motorcycle and finally leaving my front yard.
I was cursing at myself...Why did I not let him go on? but I need to be patient. The last thing I wanted to happen was, him regretting it and not wanting to see me again.
That night I received a short text from Iqbal: "I'm really really sorry" I didn't respond, what he didn't know was that I was going to Semarang tomorrow on Monday for a week. That meant that he wouldn't see me on car 6 for a while.
Sorry guys.. still not yet.