Humiliating Nelly Granny

Every student of my campus who goes to the main library should notice the odd things with the penjaga locker (let’s we call him Mr. V ). Bapak ini job desc-nya meminta KTM/KTP kita untuk ditukarkan dengan kunci loker selama kita berkunjung ke perpustakaan. We have to put our bag in there, because bags is not allowed in the library.

Ville de Nelly Granny

Enough is enough, I will not going to the main library if it’s not at the critical urgency. If I really have to go to the library, I try my best to no not use the locker. Oh well guys just so you know, 2 times I’ve been flirted disturbed by Mr.V, yeah something like that. And trust me I’m not the only victim, there were perhaps some other guys that getting the same things.

You know what, sambil menjaga loker Mr. V ini biasanya nyambi merangkai kalung manik-manik. Yeah, that’s how odd. From the morning to afternoon you will see him making a necklace, bracelet from a sparkling cheap plastic manik-manik. Maybe he aims to be the next Harry Winston, but unfortunately is not on the right track. I don’t know what he uses with the manik-manik, whether it’s for him himself as personal satisfaction or for his night shift bar stage performance accessories or for something else. It’s kinda. . .kinky you know doing the locker-job sambil nyambi merangkai kalung manik-manik dengan segala peralatannya.

If you are a guy that interested him, he will make it long the process of serah terima kunci. Pernah suatu waktu, si bapak itu lagi sibuk melayani para mahasiswa serah terima kunci loker, and I was already like standing for 5 minutes in front of his face showing my KTM asking for a locker key. He keeps on servicing other people but not me. Even for particular girls yang baru datang, dia layani dengan sigap. As I realize there is something WRONG, I protest: “Pak saya udah dari tadi disini, kok mbak-mbak itu yang dilayani duluan?”, and you know how he responds? He’s not responding by the proper talk or proper action, instead, he MUMBLING! Dengan bibir yang di-menye-menye-in dengan bentuknya yang paling aneh, he mumbles my said with the Nelly Granny mode on. It’s the mumbling thingy peoples often did when they disrespect other people. Even though finally he gives the locker key, I feel humiliated.

if there’s no one seeing me, I feel like tear down all of the rangkaian manik-manik he had and shoved it up in his face. If only I was not in my fasting, I will make the glittered manik-manik spread all over him. Please apology my exaggeration dear fellow readers. You know I can’t do that

cyaw!