My Beloved Perjaka
Meet Abhimanyu.

Sometimes we need to feel sad to know it feels happy, we need noise to get to know silence, and we need to lose out to better appreciate presence.

Some I have understood, I lost two of the best pillars of my life two years ago after they were snatched away by death in the streets, now I know the silence after the noise of the club that kept me in the car park. Drooping, unconscious until seven in the morning.

I nodded as someone dressed as the security guard asked me to go home.

"Yes-yes this is coming home om, don't be fierce. My heart is broken. More crushed if om kicked out by force." racauku while stretching the body, shit, my body crumpled all sleeping in the car. It feels stiff-rigid, but I hope it's not due to the u factor. This is just a factor of sleeping in an inappropriate position.

"Ati-ati Auntie!" he said while patting the body of the car.

"Aunties, I'm still young! It's nice to say I'm aunty."

Damned for the security guard, I love the one-star sign he is not a friendly security guard because it makes me more turbid.

The security guard grimaced amusedly as I gave the car horn many times.

"Let's go oyyy!" I shouted through the car window.

"Just be careful Auntie, turn left, don't turn right!" he shouted while helping me cross the road.

Damn it, still brave young man is a auntie-auntie. I hissed while focusing my gaze on the streets that began to creep.

How are you doing Papi Narendra today? Did papi have breakfast?

I exhaled a rough breath.

This early morning we were enjoying breakfast together at the dinner table, papi drinking coffee I drank milk diet after we bathed together while spoiled before work separated us for hours.

"It felt like yesterday morning was still intact, but now everything is half. Not really like, like something is missing." I said as I turned the steering wheel of the car towards the house. I have to meet the memories, take a bath, before facing the fact that I am a widow.

"When you go down the same road as Deborah, I'll really get my revenge!"

My knuckles turned white when I remembered how they were together, they were so solid and compact. Very comfortable when walking side by side. Anyway, if I follow them on the road, I'm like a riotous bitch who bullies them.

Funny, it's not. But the truth is, I just don't find it easy to reach Papi Narendra. Reach credibility. But papi colored my life with a relaxed and nice, so I love it so much papi.

Five years we've been through it all, I know that it's going to end in the end because of our shortcomings. My life without papi must be bland, but I must endure it anyway and reply to the words of papi with evidence.

I was willing to split up to pick up a new happy one, especially the sound of the ear-bending horn made me realize that dying from daydreaming while driving was very dangerous. But it's ridiculous.

I stepped on the brakes quickly, the motor sport driver who was speeding from the opposite direction to the left, winding so far and collapsing.

"Ohhhh, I'm dead. People fall because of me."

I nervously pushed the car door to approach the screaming high school boy in pain. But when I set foot on the asphalt it felt like the road I was passing along was swaying and instantly made me collapse near the high school boy.

I chuckled embarrassedly at the prone position. I feel really embarrassed, have made the child wretched, the intention to help but instead embarrass yourself finally.

"Didn't papa? What's that sick? Aunty anter to the hospital yuk." I asked while desperately trying to move. Not good to see from any side. Go on the side of the road, where only wear tight shorts and a blouse that smells of alcohol again.

I looked at the High School boy who was wearing a full uniform and the black jeans jacket was smiling trivially.

"Tante got drunk last night, sorry. Aunty is not concerned. Adek wants responsibility? Aunt must be in charge. Relax, just what's sick now? Can Auntie check?"

The high school boy who had shady eyes shook his head quickly while inching backwards. Like I was scared, but I didn't bite.

I can guess he's only about nineteen. A decade with me.

"But look at it so badly, Auntie didn't calm down.:." I turned my head and looked at her face, "what's the name?"

"Abimanyu." he replied timidly as he opened his hand covering his wound on the knee.

I gaped, it was just a scuff, but the wound was propped up, it was red like my lipstick, the blood was seeping until the gray pants were torn to make it worse.

"It hurts for sure, Abi." I said concernedly.

Abhimanyu. His eyes seemed to say nothing, ordinary guy fell like this, only I'm sure, sick this early in the morning already asphalt and the new reality that he must be late for school. The perfect nightmare for Abhimanyu met me who was hit by a nightmare also divorced papi Narendra suddenly.

I exhaled. Abhimanyu remained my responsibility before many people began to wonder with the two of us sitting on the side of the road.

"Your laptop is also scuffed, Abi. Later you must be scolded by your parents, right, so just fine, all this Aunt is wrong. Your bike Aunty call service online, later let it be taken people. While you come Aunty Anter to the clinic continue to your home. There's no school today, right?"

Abhimanyu was grinning while looking at me unsure. Wh why? Is my face not convincing? Yes, I was crumpled, tired, and not excited.

"Don't refuse Aunt's apology. Believe me, aunty was aware, it was just a screw. The vow. Aja aunt also realized that Abi is handsome." praise me while putting on a whiny face.

Abhimanyu also put on a grimace face while frowning in pain.

"Tante help you stand on the bike yes, I'm not strong!"

"Oh yes ready! Ready." I nodded obediently.

Tried Abhimanyu approached his motorbike lying with an engine that had not died since.

In the seconds of ‘ standin’ motor, I was hungry and fragile exerting all my strength to help Abhimanyu uphold his large and heavy iron horse.

Huh, it's easier to uphold Narendra's papi than this big bike.

"Aihhh, the blisters are worse than your bike, Abi. Sad for sure you, your mounts languish like me." I stroked the body of the motorbike that was beret-barret and dented after we put it in the stall that had just opened.

"I'm sorry, Abi." I said sorry.

"Look out, Auntie. More apes so gini." Abhimanyu seemed to sigh while grabbing a bottle of drink from the shop window.

"Sama red medicine ma'am if there is, cotton all" he said.

I who was gobsmacked in my shoulder by Abhimanyu immediately realized. I'll take Abhimanyu to the clinic.

"Pay the drink, Abi. Your wounds will be treated at the clinic." I'm hoping the shop owners' mothers will not extend red medicine and cotton.

In vain, Abhimanyu had already accepted it, also paid for it.

I pursed my lips, even though Abhimanyu refused about this regret. I can still be the nurse proved Abhimanyu directly invite me to the car. And I brought him to my house on purpose. Hihahi. Feels like Sisca, playing with handsome young men. The difference is Abhimanyu is not a gigolo or hired youth. He's just a high school kid who got caught because of me. Huh.

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