I Don't Understand
Lipstick

A man was strumming a guitar, his lips chirping the notes that he occasionally wrote on paper.The activity he continued to do repeatedly, he said, while in his left hand did not come off flanking a cigarette that he occasionally smoked. he Arsaka.

"ck why the song so do not connect the same tone gini" he said when he repeated the song he just made while saving it and throwing it away. The activity also continues to be done repeatedly, he said, until now the campus music studio was full of scrap paper that was thrown away by the owner, until his phone rang making the mouth groan, annoyed.

[calling]

"fucking stop bothering me, I'm busy" he said as he picked up the call.

"where are you now?" ask the person on the call.

"senopathic music studio" replied Arsaka, while disconnecting the call he threw the origin of the phone.

again he held the paper the scorer ignored the message that the caller had stored. Five minutes he had drowned with the paper and also his guitar back.

"why does the song sound strange" he said again, while occasionally crossing out some of the odd taste. because it is disturbing occasionally he flicked his hair back, until over time he pinched his hair. walking to a corner of the studio he picked up a bottle of drink from the small refrigerator there, sitting too long with the scorer made his throat dry. and why his mind is now even focused on the woman who two days ago passed by him.

"fuck why bang Arseno can be the same Mayla" he said, leaning on the fridge he recalled when he saw Mayla get into his sister's car the other day.

"tu budek really again called ngga nyut"

"it's not like bang Arseno never got close to the subordinates in his office" he continued walking back to the chair.

flashback—

Arsaka comes out of his room just as he is about to go down the stairs he runs into the same Arseno is about to leave as well, there is no interaction from the two to below the firstborn directly approached the child and held him do not forget to kiss the mother's head with affection while Arsaka ignored, and, the youngest is more likely to go straight out to his motorbike.heard the run of the mother from behind Arsaka stop his way waiting for the mother a few steps stop behind him.

"Be careful on the road dear do not speed" said the mother, Arsaka did not respond to anything, felt the mother had finished talking the youngest swadewa directly on the bike left the yard of the swadewa house.

Along the way Arsaka cursed himself to come home, because on the night Arsaka had to hear a long talk of the father who always compared himself to Arseno, right at a red light, he said, he intended to scold angkot who suddenly stopped not knowing the place, but a few minutes later he saw a woman down who was pulled by men his age,

"ck the trash drama" he said, and just when he drove his bike back accidentally he saw the motorcycle spy until his view clearly saw the face of the woman, he was Mayla. Even after the bike had preceded him he clearly saw the aerox biker was Raksa. because Raksa never wore a fullface helmet like him.

— His daydream stopped by force because the motor key throw right hit his head.

"fuck" he said. while the thrower—Raksa— looks relaxed walking towards Arsaka sitting. ignore the swearing thrown by the youngest self.

"where your manners are fucking, do not you see there is a door there" said Arsaka annoyed while pointing at the door in question.

"even I've been busy knocking on the door, if only it wasn't a wooden door it might have been hollow. You're the one who sucked me into thinking you're dead inside!" answer Raksa sarcas. chose to ignore the view of Arsaka now falls on the key of the motorcycle that Raksa had thrown.

"from the workshop?"

"not from the hotel, where else have you spent the night with aunt girang?" after Raksa, Arsaka immediately threw an empty drinking bottle towards Raksa.

it has been two days now Arsaka did not bring his motorcycle to campus even this morning he told Raksa to pick him up.

"where else tumben alone" asked Raksa while carrying apples in the refrigerator.

"done"

"ck, what the fuck is not that you've spent two more hours here, why just like gini" the youngest Arganta said dismissively, pointing to the paper lying on Arsaka's front desk. Just the first bite of a strong cigarette pack made him almost drop the apple he had just bit earlier.

"you think making a song is easy, as easy as reading a stack of books until you're fed up" replied the youngest self-styled emotion.

"ck, shit! try to stop smoking sa" Raksa said while keeping a pack of cigarettes on the table next to the apple he had bitten. Ignoring the emotions of the sibungsu sadewa anger for underestimating it earlier.

"it is precisely by smoking that I am helping the government, reducing the population density in Indonesia" Arsaka said while putting a cigarette on his lips.

Raksa was silent to hold the anger. Deep in his heart, actually he was a little worried. his friend's opium with cigarettes was very severe because Arsaka in a day could spend a few packs of cigarettes.

"i don't expect you to live long, but at least in your life, live well!. Don't you replace your youth by lying weak in the fucking hospital!!!!" said sarcas. But Arsaka looks ignorant.

Both of them never get along, both have a spicy mouth and look at each other lightly and rebuke each other, because for them the meaning of friends is not a person who often embrace at all times, because for them the meaning of friends is not a person who is often embraced at all times, or sow happiness in every place and familiar snobs when meeting, but they have their own way to show the meaning of a friendship.

"eh Sa here"— both spontaneously look up at the source of the sound from the direction of the door.

" uh lang, yes, I'm afraid Arsaka is hungry so I deliberately buy food.tuh if you want to eat because his son even chose a cigarette" raksa said his chin pointed at a white food bag lying on the table. Arsaka spontaneously turned.

"ko didn't say" said Arsaka,

"let's stop acting. I'm the worst one here, you think I'm gonna let you starve to death!" raksa.

Just when Arsaka said he was in the music studio, Raksa could have guessed that the youngest self must have spent hours just to make a song. so he stopped by one of the junk food restaurants because long waiting for a reply from Arsaka he decided to buy a burger and some cold drinks.

"you came to make my head jerk, how I'm not mad at you sa" said Arsaka no less defensively as he showed his head hit by the motor key throw earlier.

"because your damn motor was blocking my way earlier" said Raksa, so when he was about to take out his motorbike from inside the garage he was shocked by the existence of Arsaka's motorbike.

the older brother—Dimas— explained if the motor was delivered at night just when it was delivered at home. Arsaka does often send his motorbike to Raksa's house when the motor is finished from the workshop.he never sends his motorbike home considering himself and his brother—Arseno— do not get along. And it ended up Raksa went on Arsaka's motorcycle.

"then how do you get home now?" asked Arsaka while joining the Eagle to open the food bag that Raksa brought.

"i can take a taxi, you'll stay here?" asked Raksa, Arsaka nodded in addition to the Raksa house, Arsaka was often silent in the studio of the Senopati campus because he got the privilege of remembering he always carried the good name of the campus through his canon band.

...•••...

"how may you have contacted Raksa wants him to pick you up here" said Arin, he felt bad because it should be the woman who delivered Mayla. But for some reason Arin couldn't bring her home.

"sorry may I can't take you home" Arin said.

"not true papa I can ride the online motorcycle taxi, sha. does not have to be the same as Raksa" replied Mayla did not mind because she is more often with online motorcycle taxi or no other public transportation.

" Do not may, if you go home alone, especially if it is already night" said Resha added, they are now in front of a cafe far enough from the campus, earlier when they were about to do group work at the cafe sebrang campus—ngopi yuk!— turned out all the benches were filled, Mario gave a proposal to do it in this cafe.

"it looks like Harvin's offer is transparent" said Mario because it was from earlier Harvin offered Mayla to go home together but instead of Mayla who refused but Resha and Arin, they kept telling Mayla to contact Raksa considering that those who contacted Raksa had been made sure they would not be picked up at all.

"already, Raksa maybe there is a matter of pity if he has to come all the way, come on may" said Harvin, while taking Mayla.

"no, I'm afraid you're taking Mayla where you used to be because I know you're not going that fast to get home" Resha pointed to Harvin,

"i can deliver it first sha before playing" said Harvin.

"ck, stop arguing, come on May's the same as me" said Mario at last.

"DON'T! " resha and Arin shouted at the same time as they pulled Mayla behind them.

"we are worried that Mayla will be delivered with the two of you" said Arin, who is owned by Resha.

up to about half an hour they wait for the aerox motorist to enter the cafe yard, making Resha and Arin sumringah.

"RAKSA" they said together–Arin and Resha.

"all you guys do it in the city library" said Raksa sarcas while opening his helmet.the article his friend did his job very far, maybe for Raksa this is not. but for Mayla this is far away.

"this is Mario's proposal, sa" pointed to Arin.

"the reason is just here that I know sa, the food is good and can make hanging out not zonk is" explained Mario, Harvin nodded confirming.

"let's go home" Raksa said, Mayla then followed Raksa to the motorbike after saying goodbye to her friends.

"is the group working? or is there another day? " ask Raksa while holding out the helmet for Mayla to wear.

"today" answered Mayla,

"you work a group where sa?" susul Mayla while occupying the rear bench of the Raksa motorbike.they are not one group because Raksa one group with Jerry.

"jerry's house at best, I don't know" replied Raksa as he drove his motorcycle began to leave the cafe yard.

"tomorrow do not go far" said Raksa just when his motorbike had joined other vehicles on the highway.

"huh"

"just ignore it" said Raksa finally. made Mayla frown on the forehead.

along the way they drowned with their own thoughts. Mercury is not the type of man who will scream on the bike or talk on the bike unless it is important to him.

"come down hungry" Raksa said as he opened his helmet. Mayla dropped down while following Raksa.

"bu nasi gorengnya two yes, want a glass of tea or water?" raksa said while looking towards Mayla,

"white water"

"means fried rice two white water two yes ma'am" said Raksa while pulling slowly Mayla's wrist to one of the benches there.

"are you from the office or where are you?" mayla asked because this is the schedule of WFO Raksa, Raksa shook her head.

"i don't feel at home in May's office, obviously I'm home" replied Raksa.

"but you're not angry, are you?" mayla asked again.he felt bad to disturb Raksa. because it could be Arganta's men were resting when he contacted her earlier.

"why should I be angry, eat" he said, giving a plate of fried rice to Mayla. Mayla did not answer, choosing to eat fried rice.he was just as hungry, because he had only ordered drinks when in the cafe.

"you're going to that cafe tomorrow?" mayla asked back a moment after she sipped her glass tea.

Raksa who was looking at the highway turned his head because along with the arrival of his fried rice.

"come tomorrow" said Raksa while spooning fried rice and chewing it slowly.

Mercury is not the one who will talk when eating, so as long as they eat there is only the sound of spoons and forks that are earthy from both.

"is someone ready to buy again?" asked Raksa, Mayla shook her head while following Raksa walking towards her motorcycle.

"it's already paid?" mayla asked just as she was sitting behind the Raksa bike.

"the mother and father will chase us or worse scream if I have not paid for the food we had eaten" Raksa said while turning on his motorbike.

"sa"

"hm", Mayla was silent she was weighing whether she could talk about this with Raksa or not. right at the red light Raksa turned her head

" what?" tanyanya while opening the glass helmet.

"can you put up a water faucet?" ask Mayla at last,

"we try, your water faucet is dislodged or what? already buy the faucet" asked Raksa while pulling gas because the light was green again.

"already" answered Mayla. their journey took an hour more until exactly ten o'clock in the evening they arrived in front of Mayla boarding house.

"wouldn't I go in May?" asked Raksa, considering this is a female boarding house, Mayla nodded.

"like someone who comes a guy, look at the door that ends or the top that his girlfriend always comes" said Mayla while pointing at the boarding door that was meant to go down and remove her helmet.

"but am I not your girlfriend, after all, it's ten o'clock tonight is it worth a visit to a girl at this hour?" ask Raksa again he hasn't even taken off his helmet. Mayla fell silent.

"but you really want a water faucet sa" , Raksa was silent cuddling for a while he finally nodded, while removing his helmet he followed Mayla into the boarding woman. Raksa accidentally didn't close the door, he left it open.

"where?" asked Raksa, Mayla then gave her water faucet.

"the bathroom was there, so be careful that I often stumble when I go out of the bathroom" Mayla pointed out. Raksa nodded straight towards the bathroom. Mayla often tripped because of the low position of the bathroom floor and not parallel.

"want me to make something?" tanya Mayla turns her head towards Raksa.

"i'm full of food, may where's the parallon glue?" asked Raksa, Mayla frowned not so clearly because of the sound of water that was quite loud in the bathroom,

"what the hell" asked Mayla, Raksa turned a glance

"mean parallon's lem"

"oh, a little while in the nightstand drawer" replied Mayla he immediately went out with wet feet.

"be careful your feet are wet" said Raksa, but Mayla abai.

"sa lem paralon seems to be in the kitchen cabinet, in the nightstand drawer there's no problem" Mayla shouted shortly after she ransacked the contents of the nightstand drawer. Raksa looked down at her head as she did not hear Mayla's screams.

Mayla was about to run towards the kitchen cabinet.because her feet were wet, the floor was slippery and Mayla slipped almost kissed the wall thankfully Raksa's hands were quick to get in the way.

"i said be careful your feet are wet, stupid" he said, touching the back of the hand that hit Mayla's head just now.

"what's sick sa?" mayla asked worriedly, holding her nose and lips in turn.

"no, your nose isn't papa?"

"why papa just hurts a little, you sure don't papa?" mayla asked reassuringly, Just her nose and lips hurt like she hit the back of Raksa's hand.

Raksa shakes

"where's glue?"

"his richness will be in the top cabinet of the kitchen" Mayla said, opening the top cabinet. And sure enough the paralon glue he was looking for was right there.

"this" said Mayla,

"Sa you sure don't hurt, but it looks bruised" Mayla said as she turned her head towards the bathroom. Waiting for answers from men who are busy installing new water faucets.

He watched, the back of his hand was indeed a little reddened but strangely he did not feel the slightest pain except when it happened that the back of his hand clashed with Mayla's face. But that was.

'weird' —thinks.

he then pointed his hand at the water faucet beside the faucet he was about to fix turned out that the red color was faded. Sighed for a moment Raksa turned his head.

"it's not a bruise, but your lipstick may be"

Mayla blinked while touching her lips again, oh yes she has not washed her face.automatically her lipstick is still stuck on the lips.

"so for two days you've been tying the water faucet?" asked Raksa right after she finished putting up the faucet, Mayla nodded.

"what doesn't flood out"

"often, every time I go home from work or campus I always mop the floor or change the bucket that is already full" replied Mayla fortunately the position of the kitchen floor is different position. at least not so make it cape because the water does not reach the bed, but because the position of the floor is not the same makes Mayla too often stumble.

"i'm going home" Raksa said as he exited Mayla's boarding house, Mayla nodded following Raksa.

"eh you're Mayla's boyfriend" asked the boarding lady beside Mayla,

"no. handyman" after Raksa immediately. made the woman gawk in shock immediately throw a question to Mayla.

"he's a mayguy?", Mayla smiles at a glance.

"be careful on the road, thank you", Raksa nodded while riding the red aerox.

"didn't you drive it to the front gate of our boarding house?" ask the other woman who seems to have just come out.

Mayla was silent, because she never drove anyone to the front gate.There was a security guard in front, Mayla did not have to bother opening the boarding gate.

"no need, quickly get into a break" said Raksa immediately.

after Raksa's death all the women in his boarding came out they asked who Raksa was because Mayla never brought men into the boarding house.

"well, he's a handyman, I don't believe it" said one of the women there

"if yes, I want to ask Mayla for her number, let her actually run my broken fan" said the other woman.

"handsome and as clean as that handyman's time?" the other woman commented.

"definitely her boyfriend Mayla"— and more it seems tonight Mayla and Raksa's ears will be hot because surely the whole contents of the boarding talk about it.

"that's why you don't have to ask for help from Raksa" he said while closing the cost curtains.

Mayla did not want to do it herself, she had tried her best but the water faucet never stuck and ended up water faucets flooded the kitchen and bed because the water faucet that fell into the bathtub.