Carmen's Love Trap
Days in Jogja

Zaky

I almost had a bad time this morning. The atmosphere of the house that is too quiet and calm makes me not know that the day has changed.

I have to prepare my own work clothes. I also have to prepare breakfast. Fortunately, there was still a bag of bread for me to eat. Then where's my socks?

I even looked in the closet and just found it in the closet in Carmen's room. Huft ... why am I so dependent on this the same child?

A call came in on my phone, I picked it up. Apparently Mama. Mom asked about Carmen.

"Kok Carmen is with her sister-in-law Wira anyway? Carmen to Jogya? You're not coming?" Mama strapped me with a lot of questions that I didn't know the answer to.

"I haven't seen, Ma. I'll see first. It's Carmen again in Jogya. Ngurusin cafe owned by his mommy. I'll check first, I'll call Mama again." I'll end the phone call and look back at her social media accounts.

"Drink Joss Coffee and eat angkringan ... Ajib!"

The caption written below. He was taking a selfie with Bahri, the younger sister of Dewi that I sometimes see in the shophouse helping his family. Wow ... I was really surprised to see it. How can? Did they make a deal?

I checked the message I sent. Carmen's short answer sent me.

I arrived yesterday afternoon. I stayed at a hotel near the cafe.

Short, clear and no-nonsense. What the hell is wrong with that kid?! I saw his WhatsApp status update. Just like what he updated in medsos. 1 O'clock at night. Huh huh?

At 1pm he hangs out with another guy? In the city of people! Far away from her husband! Wow, that's crossed the line!

I called Carmen and I didn't pick her up. I called a few times but no one picked up. Don't tell me he's not awake yet!

The scorched smell made me realize that I haven't turned off the toast. Oh God, why is my morning so gloomy?

I had to throw away the bread that was burnt and not good to eat. I went to work feeling upset because of Carmen. Just be careful if he picks up my phone later! I will be omely!

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Carmen

My arrival was warmly welcomed by Bahri. The boy was dressed when he picked me up at the airport. Wearing a shirt with shiny black shoes. In contrast to Bahri the student who likes to deliver laundry clothes that usually only wear t-shirts and jeans relaxed.

"Oh God! Pangling I saw you, Bahri!" my praise.

"Where? No handsome? Like an artist? Cool, right?" Bahri immediately praised himself.

"Yes. Cool. Still yes, even though the shirt is cool and shiny shoes but your narcissistic and arrogant attitude is not lost! I'm glad I'm in another town but there's a friend!"

Bahri helped push my suitcase and took me to the car park. There is already a company car that is the facility of working.

"It's so cool now it's getting in and out of the car! Usually also use a matic motor that likes to be used laundry anter!" all my compliments are getting stuck.

"Every human being has to change in a better direction, Neng. For example me, all this I got thanks to my hard work studying. I went to college faster with good grades. The job offer comes by itself. Come on, I'll take you to the hotel! I'll pick you up later tonight. We're hanging out and enjoying the night in Jogya!" Bahri opened the car door for me.

"The power is not nahan. Okay then." I checked in at the hotel and then Bahri drove me to Mommy's new cafe and he had to go back to work.

I'm busy with my work. Working with someone I just met. Trying to fit in in the city of people. I'm glad I could forget my problems with my husband. That's my purpose for being here.

"What?!" my many.

"Related. Comeing! Excited to ride a pedicab!" Bahri then stopped a rickshaw that was no longer pulled by the foot but by the machine. It looks like a motorbike but the passengers are in front.

"To Malioboro Street yes, sir!" Bahri helped me get on the new rickshaw she climbed up later.

It feels tense riding a rickshaw. Because using the engine so the speed is faster than the rickshaw that is pulled. I feel more afraid. Moreover, his rickshaw brother brought a bit of speeding.

"Why? Afraid? Here's my same handle!" Bahri gave me his arm. I voluntarily held on to him. "Torak huh! Ride in a pedicab in fear!" ledek.

"Not tacky, it's not like safety tau! We directly face the street without any protectors and his brother is rather speeding! Amit-amit, how about nyusruk?" I said a little whispering so that my brother wouldn't hear my voice.

Bahri laughed at my words. "I'll hold it if you want to! Just calm down! You want some junk? Let's find your favorite snack!"

"Jokan?" my eyes immediately sparkled hearing the word jajan.

"Yes. Jajan angkringan all drink joss coffee, will you?"

"Joss's coffee? What'sthat?" we've reached where Bahri's headed. He gave fifteen thousand rupiah to my rickshaw brother after helping me get off the rickshaw.

"Joss' coffee, hot charcoal-mixed coffee. Feels steady! Eat it while eating a variety of snacks in angkringan. You try it later. You must be addicted!" Bahri took me for a walk on the crowded Malioboro Street at night.

"I photographed you under the sign of Malioboro street. You're styling there! Take a photo of how many times I'll allow it!"

I was happy to pose a few times. Bahri even helped hold my bag so that I could be free-style. The photos are good. Some I uploaded on my social media.

"Cool off you! I have a lot of photos!" I gave you my phone and Bahri took a lot of pictures of me.

"There's a phone call!" Bahri showed me the call. Mas Zaky's. Lazy feeling.

"Cuekkin! Don't pick up and don't direct." I put my HP in the bag. "Use your HP if so. Let's go on again!"

Bahri looked at me seriously. "Again?" guess it.

"No." Bahri took a few more photos before I ended the photo session with us.

"Lied huh? Still the newlyweds' edition is fighting with a run out of town all!" insinuations.

"Who's running away? Me? No really! I'm working again!" elakku.

"Then anyway? How did I see you run away? Any problem? Isn't your problem solved, is it? You have done your job as a housewife. You're even diligent cook and I'm part of your cooking even if you're practicing."

I didn't answer Bahri's question. He knows what my silence means.

"There really is a problem apparently. Deserve to tell me to take a job in Jogja. Okay. Since my bidadar again has a problem, I will open the vent session. Let's drink Joss Coffee so the story is better!"

I nodded in agreement. We also went to one of the crowded angkringan and enjoyed a glass of Joss Coffee while venturing.

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