𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 || 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

The Gang ~ Anjing Lu

Soooo in this story you're indonesian because I am. Its just our language and I'll put the translation in. Enjoy :)

"Yaahhh goblok nih orang (damn it, this guy is stupid)" I said, I was watching football with the guys. And it's the first time we're watching together.

I love watching sports games, yet never really like to do it. Only basketball. But I'd always be at home, on time when the game starts. And I would most likely curse in my language, Indonesian. The guys never really knew that, so they got confused on what the hell I just said.

"Y/n, what the hell did you just say?" Said Two. "Oh, I just cursed in my language" I said, taking a sip of my Pepsi. "You didn't tell us you're from another country" Soda said. "Where you from?"

"Indonesia. But my mother is American. And I have more physical genes from my mother than I do from my father" I said. "That. Is. Awesome." Two says. "I mean... What can I say?" I said.

"Wait, so what did you say before? You said it was a curse word" Pony asks, "It's nothing strong. Just called em' stupid. That's all" "Teach me" Two says.

"What you wanna learn?" I said. "What's 'Fuck You' in your language?" "There's quite a lot of words for it. But my personal favorite is 'anjing lu'" I said.

"Anjing lu'" Two says, terribly. "No, no, no. You have to put POWER when saying it. You can't smile, can't give any funny faces. Just a resting bitch face and very intimidating eyes" I explained. He nodded and tried again.

"Anjing lu'!" He yells. "WOOO! That was good. I liked that" I said. Then everyone started trying it out. Worst was Darry and Johnny. Best, Dally and Two for sure.

"Okay that's enough swearing in my language aight. Its getting late. Gotta go, my momma prolly finna beat me again when I get home" I said, getting up.

"Whoa y/n, you okay?" Soda says. "Uhh, yeah. Why?" "You just said your mom's gonna beat you... again" "oh my god, y'all are so white. Black parents, Hispanic parents and Asian parents beat their kids. All. The. Time. Its just how they do it. Also, it's not SERIOUSLY beating. Usually it's them hitting me with a sandal, broom, belt, newspaper, pillow. Almost whatever they had near or with them" I said.

"Well, what if they had a brick on their hands?" Two says. "Who the hell would have a fucking brick in their hands, Two?" I said. "Literally anyone dude" I rolled my eyes.

"I'll see y'all tomorrow. Love y'all" I said. I left the house and went back home.

I open the door and off the bat. I got hit by a sandal.