Kak Long vs Gayboy

5 << Mrs. Zill >>

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"Weh, Yen."

Aryan hanya menjawab "hm". Walaupun dia sedar jam sudah menginjak ke waktu berapa, badannya masih lemah dan malas sungguh untuk bergerak bangun.

"Yer gonna give Ikha a bell. Ask her, mak dia tahu tak Jardins du Château? In Versailles?"

Kening Aryan berkerut. Dengar nama Ikha, makin malas dirasa hati. Aku tengah tak baik dengan Ikha, disuruhnya aku contact minah tu. Ish. "Malas la, bang. Kau settle la sendiri."

"Woi mangkuk. Abang tersayang kau yang sekor tu bikin hal. Ei, macam ni lah kau. Abang mintak tolong pun payah."

Aryan terus muncung. Dibawa dirinya bangun dengan tangan kiri menenyeh mata dan tangan kanan setia melekapkan phone pada telinga. "Alah, jangan la marah. Sorry la. Aku balik lambat semalam, tengok net."

"Ha... dengar ni abang nak cakap."

"Em. Nape dengan Abang Ald? Dia buat apa?"

"Mommy dah freakin' out gila kat sini. Aldric bagitau dia nak sanding dengan abang. Th' weddin' jus' in four days—"

"Fuck? For real? Bukan Abang Ald kata nak kasi Kak Raisha masa ke? Fer the Muslim thing?"

"Entah dia. Raisha tak sabar, or dia yang tak sabar. Abang rasa dia."

Aryan cuma ketawa terkekek-kekek.

"'E's so righ' Arthur'd! Leavin' an Elliot, then he jus' arsin' aht! I jus'—I dan't fuckin' Adam an' Eve 'im!" (Easy translation from that Cockney accent: He's so right gargle (drunk)! Leaving a mess, then he just arsing (butting) out! I just—I don't fucking believe him!)

Aryan ketawa kecil. Dapat dirasakan Abang Cassiel benar-benar tidak puas hati tika ini. "Aa.... I'm havin' terrible trouble in understandin' yarh accent.... if you don't mind." Dia tidak sampai ke tahap itu lagi dalam Cockney.

"He like— so dir'y! Loike... dir'y lil' shit fuckin' prick righ' now!" (Easy translation: He like— so dirty! Like.... dirty little shit fucking prick right now!)

Aryan makin ketawa. "Bruv, yer 'eally freakin' out right now. Loike mom."

"Fuckin' hell I am!"

"Hm... hmm... kekekeke..." Aryan cuma membalas itu dalam kekekan ketawanya.

"Diam. Abang betul-betul bengang ni. Mommy, ahr (our) mommy. You kna the real deals 'ere? Her past, her real name. 'T's not abaht ahr generation, me weddin', 't's abaht 'er children, Zill's heir. Weddin' anak dia, and involvin' Marquess ti'le. Aw people 're goin' to expect more on mommy. And everyone 'll raisin' up the words on mommy." (Easy translation: Mommy, our mommy. You know the real deals here? Her past, her real name. It's not about our generation, my wedding. It's about her children, Zill's heir. ... All people are going to expect more on mommy. And everyone will raising up the words on mommy.)

"Hm... I get it." Aryan bersuara dengan kepala yang seluasnya terbuka.

"Yea that's it. And Aldric... Oh My Godness— his eyes clearly not open, passin' that or worse, real blind!"

"Hm... ya, ya.." Aryan redha mendengar.

"Minister, VIPs, Marquess, stocks, families... aw of those. Plus, Raisha. 'T's Birmingham rules over there. We need ter make this a success, so that mommy not gonna be a babble thin' between those aw blings."