My Beloved Perjaka
She's yours

Armed with Abhimanyu gig schedule that Sisca gave. I started to arrange my work schedule so I could adjust the schedule of the Abhimanyu concert. It's a concert, think so, rather than rambling. I still do not accept a band of mayu gang considers me down casta— dating a new student who is just a busker from cafe to club— I do not accept Abhimanyu in say ngamen. Although it is close to right.

I realized that despite all the truth Abhimanyu said that he could not be proud of me in front of my ex-husband. But I will not extinguish his name now while there are still many possibilities that can happen in the future. The spirit of positive vibes continued to burn in the darkness of space tonight.

I put on the hat that Abhimanyu gave me after wearing a jeans jacket. My smile expanded as I looked at myself in a large mirror with lights burning on each of the one-meter-high mirror frames.

"Smuch like a teenager of Brigitta's age is pretty decent too, making my jeans and shirts that I rarely wear out of hiding... Bi..."

"Where are you going?" ask aunt Marni after I told her to take care of my clothes that were scattered on the bed.

"Related play, young man." I patted my chest while grinning, "Oh yeah, Bi. Tomorrow morning we check in the hotel. Aunty is packing my clothes, whatever is important is suitable for road cooperation. Aunty also brought a change of clothes, bring food supplies to be economical. We got out of this house during the revenge gang!"

"Who's revenge, Nyah?" Aunt Marni looked left and right, "Kok sounds terrible, Nyah. We're all blurring. Ih, aunty is worry" he said as he clutched his own body.

"Worry-worry, who speaks that language? Idih style really." reply me and sigh. "Bapi's with Debora, so we run to find her safe. Okay aunt?" Aunt Marni put my hand on.

"Ready... Find safe. But bring reskuker no Nyah? Same rice?" ask her with a plain face.

"It's up to aunt ajalah, who's staying at the aunty's hotel while I'm running around the buana." I giggled, I can imagine how this beautiful woman remains natural even though I have given a package of facial care every month stay in the hotel for a while. His life must be festive.

"I'll go first, aunt." Pamitku while waving his hands.

"Don't forget to go home, Nyah! Let aunt not be confused about the story at the meal father and mother big." cried aunt Marni.

"Yes" I replied after getting into the car. The darkness of the night sky with hundreds of light vehicles alternately accompanied my journey to the public house last night.

At exactly eleven in the evening, I got down my car that Abhimanyu didn't know about. I'll go undercover for a while to see him in the night world. Is it true that he does not accept the seduction of money aunts who are tempted by his charm even though there is no me who has warned not to fall into the mud of sin?

Entering the hallway with dim lighting, the vaguely frenzied atmosphere of the pub and bar that slowly reminds me only of the drinks of impingement, now replaced with the figure of a teenage blesteran who wants to have an athletic body.

I ordered a few drinks as if I were waiting for someone. In essence, my existence who wears this closed clothes is still in the lyrics by some men.

When I was on the entertainment stage performing music by a woman playing a disc jockey, she was wearing only a fashion bra. The gems adorning the bra glistened in unison with its open body covered in sparkles under the glow of the spotlight that was only directed at it. *********** jerks followed his soaring body.

"Abi Wait?"

My head's puffing. Employee yesterday–friend Abhimanyu–my smile curved. "Has he come?" my many.

"New on the back stage get ready, want me to call you?" haggling while arranging my message on the table.

"Your manager is more important than it looks! Just tell me I'm Bella Ellis, Sisca Mariana's friend. He has made my meeting schedule with him." I said seriously and then gave a smile.

"I'm convincing you not?"

"So, your face is grim!" he said honestly and then opened up, "but let me talk to the manager."

I held my thumb. Steady. "What time is it, Abi?"

"Like last night!"

I held my thumb again while looking at her happily. "Don't tell me I'm here."

The man I was expecting to be thirty years old was pointing his thumb back near the ear.

"Simple, work first!"

I nodded, looked at the grape juice and took a sip. This time I will not get drunk, I must be aware for Abhimanyu and get rid of my ugly nature in front of the teenagers I want to gaet.

"Wine juice on a Saturday night, alone, Sisca does have a variety of strange friends."

I raised my glass, toasted and smiled. The adult man dressed in perlente by the name of Gideon pulled the glass containing grape juice in front of him while stomping the glass in my glass. The manager, the insider who must have known Sisca, and Abhimanyu.

He sipped his grape juice. "Can I help you, ma'am?" he said a little yelling, offsetting the sound of music jolting in a dimly lit room that had a mix of dark and eclectic wood interiors.

I rolled my eyeballs—while smiling. "Bella, enough Bella. Madam just a call from Aunt Marni."

"Wine is my favorite fruit." I replied, a warm feeling immediately invaded my chest.

"Good." Gideon smiled broadly as the sound of the jockey disc music's thumping stopped, the flirtatious voice of the woman wearing the high boots soared to say thank you and see you and was replaced with a warm greeting of a young man who carried his favorite guitar while occupying a high chair.

"Handsome and brave, the only reason why I'm allowing my age to work here is even an hour." Gideon explains, "Bella wants to rent it like Sisca did?"

"He's not a rental and he won't be hired by anyone!" I said seriously, somehow I'm sick of renting until I grab my glass. Split is okay no one should underestimate the teenager.

"My goal here is to see you to make sure that he can't be hired by anyone. He's just singing. You got it, Gideon? Consider him mine, though not entirely."

"Yes, yeah, yeah." Gideon folded his hands and turned his attention to the entertainment stage. Abhimanyu has been singing, melodious, sedayu, telling me to give all my senses to absorb all its manifestations.

"Well, come with me to the back stage and show me that she's yours." Gideon sighed, "Abimanyu should look like someone has it plainly, so there's a strong reason to reject those who want it!"

Mucus, though I nodded and followed Gideon backstage. My mind thought hard how to show that Abhimanyu is mine. He couldn't possibly want a physical touch, a hug much less. That opportunity is over. Oh, my God, Bella. I turned over the hat I was wearing while banging my eel on the wall.

You start to look like mothers who are struggling to find the sense to persuade your son to obey your will, Bella.

I sat in a high chair, hearing Abhimanyu singing in a special room where public house entertainers were getting ready. Here there is a place make up, some wardrob that can be used to support the appearance.

"There's a guest, Bi. For you!" Gideon shifted the sliding door, Abhimanyu looked up while nimbly catching the bottle of mineral water I threw at him.

"Ngapain aunt here?" tanyanya while receiving a ration of money from pub guests who gave her a saweran. Abhimanyu received only sixty percent of it. The rest belong to this public house by reason, rent hours, paying for electricity and others.

"Good thanks, sir." Gideon nodded, glancing at me and gesturing with the blink of his eyes.

"I'm staying, Abi. Treat your guests well!"

Steady. Abhimanyu threw himself on the beige sofa. "Same?" he looked at the mineral water.

"Safe dong, still seal." I threw my body next to him. "Where, exciting?" ask pleasantries.

"God, Tant. Don't be a thief." he sneered after drinking, Abhimanyu took out his electric cigarette while sipping it. The aroma of cigarettes is more delicious than conventional cigarettes that are white.

My body was getting degenerated so I never had to say what about Gideon's proposal. And to be honest, what I find more interesting in the middle of the night is that Abhimanyu looks calm beside me. Only, I'm the stinking girl kencur, gerogi severe.

I cleared my throat, "It's not like being a thief, I just have to be honest. In order to spare you from naughty aunts and striped-nose men. People should know you already have one, which is me!"

"Tant, stop. I can take good care of myself! Do not have to come here just to take care of me." said Abhimanyu full of determination. Gently, I stroked the white linen shirt that he rolled up to his arm.

"I can't hide my decision at all." I whispered.

"Damn." Abhimanyu threw his mineral water bottle onto the black floor. He twisted his body and now stood looming in front of me. He stood straight and stood on his waist. His face implied displeasure.

"okay." I stood up, facing him who looked very challenging to be in a corner. But as big as Sisca's idea was jumping around in my head. "You can take care of yourself, right. I believe that, but unfortunately you are already involved in a dark world that is coupled with a criminal class. Just be careful, Abi."

I took off my hat and put it back on Abhimanyu's head. "Thank you." I swept my tote bag without turning my gaze to her.

I'll take care of you, just look.

Abhimanyu held my arm as I shifted the sliding door.

"It's yours, Tant." Abhimanyu took off his hat and put it on my head. His face was tired and sleepy.

"I appreciate that." I flicked my lips as I turned around, some of the people who heard our debate seemed half satisfied and half relieved Abhimanyu already had time to talk to them.

"Wait." I turned my head without interest, Abhimanyu picked up his guitar and backpack. He grabbed me after a few seconds of heat and heat. Really sad, not acting.

"Thank you for coming, Tant. And before I m nyesel. I know Auntie did this just to make me happy" Abhimanyu said.

I leaned my head against his chest as we passed by a few people who uttered rants and total failure. I think Abhimanyu should believe my words.