Dusk Bleak
When I go home

When I go home from school,

“Let me take.“

Suddenly, there was the father. The one who knows is already behind him. Without sounding cool motor and so smooth sound. Maybe he was a little daydreaming and moaning so that all the sounds beyond the reach of his daydream were not detected until his subconscious brain could not reach anything.

“Thank you pa,“ said the Claudia who was alone, after the colleagues on their way. Someone brought a motor. Someone's been picked up. And there are also those who take public transportation, because the motor is only one, that must also be taken to a work space that is very far.

They ride the black motor, the new service. Understand that a month he went back and forth to the workshop for the beauty of traveling with him. If not, the motor is uncomfortable. The bottom is saggy. And it sounds loud. And as if there is no soft per for the mantle.

Helm only one, which carries a motorbike that uses, understandably will accidentally piggyback on beautiful and stunning students but not the only one, because one school is already a lot of beautiful, beautiful, know nutrition and good at dressing up even though it is not damaged.

“We came here first yes..” said it has a cute teacher name but does not have. Hence in search efforts.

“Turn pa,” said Claudia who is not comfortable if constantly troublesome people who have given her a very broad knowledge, Claudia said, so that the contents of his head are a fraction of his head in memorizing the formula will be given everything. This formula, that formula. Difficult formulas, as well as formulas that are often translucent.

“For a moment, I'm hungry lo this.”

“And it's dad's stomach, I'm still full kok.“

“Also the help of 600 is liquid, so it's okay after all.“

But at that time not many attended because it was still quiet. Maybe it will be a lot in a minute. Or during long holiday nights, the area will be full of visitors, even though it is on social boundaries.

They sit for a moment. Then order the meatballs and tets or napego as a mixture and some even just order the meat of the middleman only. Just wear, sauce, lots of sausage and soy sauce. Make the thick sauce as a flavoring only.

“Nah eat.“

Once the meal is eaten and drunk iced tea. Little, little. One spoon after another fork. For a long time the meatballs that a fist-piece of the boxer thinned and ran out to move on the stomach hungry for thirst.

“Already full,“ said the father while removing a thick brown wallet.the money multiplied by various colors. Red, yellow, orange and purple.

They continue their journey. This time, of course, no more stopping by. And straight on purpose. Just a little turn when dropping off the girl. Because if it is straight, it will reach the house of the man who has a motor. What will the world say if it knows this.

And before long, right in front of Claudia's house right up to the door.

“Thank you sir,“ Claudia said. What happens if you don't meet this kind person. Maybe his leg will sprain, walk all the way. Or abrasions with an empty stomach that increasingly makes it worse.

“Iya,“ said his teacher while receiving a helmet. He left without needing to stop by. He wasn't wearing a helmet from where he got it. Maybe it fit in the meatballs earlier. I don't know.