My Beloved Perjaka
Dad, Ian.

The full moonlight disappeared amidst the clumping white clouds covering the sky like a veil. I'm still here, in front of a private karaoke stand staring deep into the infinite space at one in the morning.

Narendra's beautiful papi smile like the opium of a bottle of red wine accompanied as usual with a different atmosphere. No kiss landed on the top of my head and hugged me from behind.

"Bella, papi's coming home." she whispered, then I turned to greet her with a hug despite her body scented of travel. Tired, papi Narendra leaned his head on his shoulder.

"You don't miss papi, mam?" he asked, the man's unique brown eyes trigger me to look at him. I smiled sweetly when I looked at her.

"You know, papi. I'm slalu kangen. Lying if I don't miss it. I'm losing weight now."

I raised my wine bottle, grieving at the silence of the night, letting slowly the dream that of all the long nights we spoke of was dashed away by the night wind.

I spent half an hour sipping my drink to the last drop. I poured the bottle into the air, the drops of red wine slowly disappeared.

I set my feet with my head staggering into the karaoke room and lay down on the sofa on my stomach.

"Is papi booby?" I asked while playing the fur carpet on the floor, "The fire may have been spoiled." I replied while chuckling.

"What a pleasure to sleep on your own papi, enjoy also the same mami. Angett's."

The constant trouble, and the fragile feeling made me blink my eyes many times watching the handsome hat on the table.

"You seduced me, Abi. He-he," I'm imaginary, beautiful, not always beautiful, the connections of the scene in the delusion become boisterous, random, jumping, strange, I can't see how it ends until the light shines on my eyes. Glare.

I covered my face and curled my body as someone shook my shoulder.

"Dad, nyonyah. Get up, in front there kang nyariin nyonyah workshop nuh nganter cool motor."

Swing, swing, swing... My head swirled as I sat down. The nausea churned in my stomach. I lowered my head while closing my eyes for a moment to dispel this horror.

"Cool motor?" I'm puffing.

"He'eh, the color item, senile Nyah—pantes, drink again drink again. It was crazy time. Don't do that, mom and dad look from there." Aunt Marni stepped on the pedal of the trash can and a thumping sound was heard later. Aunt Marni threw my wine bottle there.

My eyes are open, can I cry again? I'm tired of crying.

"Auntie get down, ask them to wait an hour. Make coffee with bread-rotian. I want to take a shower first, I want to meet the same one who gave me that ugly hat." I said as I stood up, my head spinning again and it felt like my steps were heavy.

"Who, Nyah? Definitely not that capital. Thanks for being ugly." cried aunt Marni who immediately made me look.

"Yes, my goodness, aunt... Another boy graduated High School where he has big capital to give aunty in style this expensive hat! Ah, before aunt talked about it, so be aware now if Abi–"

I went down the stairs carefully, the traces of the sprain still felt a little pain. But it feels like all the burdens that exist suddenly gradually disappeared when I accompanied Abhimanyu's favorite motorbike back to his home.

Abhimanyu welcomed his bike while smiling in relief. The motor is back smooth like the skin of my thighs.

I smiled, it was our business. No more messages that appear asking about the shiny black motor that Abhimanyu is now staring at every curve.

"Thankyou too," I shook my hand. Pick up the monster then gave a horn and roared then left.

I also took a sip of ice syrup which is said to be made by Abhimanyu himself, I want to believe, but also not until I almost choked when his mother came out while issuing a tone of panic.

"Dian, papa, ian."

Abhimanyu quickly entered his house. I who was reminded to visit his father grabbed a package of fresh fruits at the table and came in but immediately docked to the wall when Abhimanyu came out while carrying his papa with his mother.

"Tante why did he come in? Mending Aunty open Auntie's car, anther papa to the hospital now!" abhimanyu's attack is panicking.

Inevitably like the flush of chili sauce that makes my whole body overheated I went straight to the car, quickly opened the back door and sat in the driver's seat. But since I'm not a super racer who can skid right skid left without nudging the body of a car or motorcycle on the road I'm out again.

"Can you take the car, Abi?" I also panicked on the sidelines of his mother Abhimanyu muttered “Oh My Lord, please Rudolf.”

"Buruan in!" Abhimanyu ran to close his house and ran back before getting into the car. For a moment he looked at me.

"Transmission matic." I said.

Abhimanyu directly pressed the gas pedal with a serious face, he did as per my imagination, overtaking it to the right, to the left until the sound of the warning horn happened over and over again.

I was worried many times looking back, back. Rudolf's mouth was bleeding, his face was pale, his tall body looked increasingly cut out in my mini car.

What pain is he? The scream on my forehead faded as this car stomped quickly in front of the hospital.

I got out of the car to call the emergency department doctor. They immediately pushed the gurney towards my car and helped Rudolf lie down and led him to the examination room followed by his wife.

Abhimanyu came to me, she said thank you while holding out my car keys. His serious face gave a slight smile at the end of his sentence.

"Together." I smiled back flatly, "sorry your father is sick?"

"I can't answer, but, mama..." Abhimanyu stepped out his feet quickly to approach his mother who came out of the serious room.

I went there because it was so noisy to leave before they calmed down.

"Papa should wash the blood immediately, Ian. How about this, mom's money is up for dialysis yesterday and pay for your college, while papa's pension has not been liquid. Ian, how about your motor–"

"Use my money Aunty." as I quickly, put an end to the nervousness that her mother said. Abhimanyu and his mother looked at me in wonder, in disbelief. "I'm serious, let's take care of the transaction if Aunt agrees."

And my steps felt like they were hovering as Abhimanyu clasped my hand to go to the cashier.

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Seriate.