My Beloved Perjaka
Horseshoeing

The next day while staring at the window of the room, I hope to get through this day with a new spirit and new hope. Narendra and Deborah are married which means there is a good chance that Deborah will start managing Narendra's finances just like I did. That means bad things will happen, the monthly money from Narendra post-divorce will be disrupted. Another possibility, Deborah and Narendra will be on top early if Deborah gets pregnant with Narendra's child.

I went out of the bungalow, the leaves swaying in the direction of the wind blowing from the beach. I smiled, glad to be able to enjoy the new sunlight that appeared on the surface of the sea. The light felt warm, like the intention of the heart to organize my life again without having to rely on the pleasure that papih Narendra gave.

"So, where did Abhimanyu find the answer today?" I muttered, then laughed to myself among the sound of the waves. The singing of nature was very expensive when I returned

Funny too he, he who was confident at that time not to connect with me online contacted me first. Is he having trouble finding my number? How did Abhimanyu plead when he asked for it. So suspicious of me who gave my number to her, I wondered who I was to Abhimanyu.

I let out a breath. If he's only been four days I've stayed it feels bad. Sure I was, last night she must not have slept well. Some of why also worried, would be a pity, would be kangen right, but at the end of it just feel guilty for hurting Brigitta.

I pulled the corner of my lips while standing, then my steps stopped right by the beach after going through a silent bungalow without occupants. I shook my head, letting my body slowly crawl into the sunlight. I thought, I became evil when Abhimanyu turned to me just because of the problems we knew together. While in a house there is a girl who believes her lover is loyal.

***

"Sorry, Bli. Last night I had a nightmare so the sprint was torn because I kicked it so hard." I said as I clenched both hands in front of the chest. The look on my face was clearly showing the cheap drama that I often show if I make trouble my– like a cat who has helped a chicken at the dinner table and feels innocent.

"I'll make up for the loss, Bli." I told the room attendant who came to clean the bungalow that had a rumbia roof and a clam shell dangling in front of the entrance.

Bli Dean pulled the corner sprai slowly while smiling, "Just relax, mbok. If the sprai is torn often, if there is a honeymoon partner especially. Not because of the shape, mbok." over time, then back off, put sprai and pillowcase and roll into the basket.

Bli Dean then fitted the new sprai and pillowcase deftly. He smiled and bowed respectfully after transporting his basket.

"Suksma, Bli." I clenched both hands, "Tips later all the time check out, Bli. I'm still here for two days." I said softly, I'm afraid someone will hear me and be sure, even if Bli Dean only serves me for a week, but, she will remember Bella Ellis as a troublesome and stingy guest.

"Excite, mbok. Breakfast soon, where should I take you?" bli Dean asked, she watched me from top to bottom blatantly while shaking faintly. "Mbok sure to go to a clinic like this?"

I pulled the tail from the unicorn character costume I was wearing now, which I had bought to a beach waist merchant not far from the bungalow.

"Make me sure, Bli. Sure," I nodded strongly, I wore this to fool Abhimanyu if he came here secretly. "Breakfast on the terrace, Bli. Steady?" I held my two thumbs up. Bli Dean smiled widely, and walked out of the room. While I was waiting for breakfast to come, I picked up my sunglasses and accidentally forgot my tote bag and cell phone. Let them both in the bungalow, instead I use a rattan sling bag.

***

Arriving in front of the clinic in the heat and crowded economy and tourism of Gianyar district this afternoon, I dyed in the car. My eyes examined every place Abhimanyu could stop by. I looked for him that I feared he was suddenly nongol in this clinic, unless he chose Lampung as the second branch outside Java.

"May he not come!" I muttered as I threw myself on the back of the car seat. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Why, mbok?" chirps Bli Dean who wear traditional Balinese clothes in white and wear a headband called udeng. The tattoo that spread on his left leg made him look very sad even when he said slalu friendly.

"I'm out, Bli. Schedule as usual only later we go to the place of souvenirs." I said while pushing the car door, Bli Dean also get out of the car, we walked in the opposite direction. He waited in the cafe next door or in the parking lot while I pushed the glass door.

"Rahajeng noon, mbok." My employees clenched their hands while holding amused smiles. I put my glasses up for a second. I looked at their eyes one by one which grew wider and wider with her smile.

"Good day, beautiful. How is the preparation for the launch of the new product prepare complete?" ask me while checking around, it takes three sales promotion girl freelancers to spread brochures and promote new products as well as spread discount vouchers for treatment directly in the field.

"Already, mbok. Starting tomorrow afternoon, the rental company has started working. Do you want to have a meeting with them first?" ask Chandani. Balinese women who daily wear kebaya with one petal of yellow frangipani flowers are also embedded in her ears. A graceful appearance that shows a simple image of Balinese women who are a condition of culture and art.

I nodded as I leaned towards them, "Bok inside, I'm embarrassed to see so many people." I whispered, then like a piglet I jumped up and down and darted quickly into my private room while breaking down the door. I screamed hysterically along with the startled voice of someone sitting sweetly over lunch.

"You are here!!!! Why Abi!!!!"

I threw away my mask and my glasses, Abhimanyu smiled widely and ate his lunch.

"Ngapain shucks! Why elo here." I cried while shaking my waist. Nantangin aunty, really want me to brush apparently. It could be that this kid is here, another lunch, just a backpack and a guitar. Want to say woi, why. Wasted money? Oh my God, I groan in frustration.

"Tante wants to be an angel what unicorn happens?" standing up, he watched me from top to bottom blatantly. "Funny too, is Aunt wanting to show her true identity?"

"SILENCE!" my screams, I'm ashamed not to be a bitch. I was just blurting, even in my own room. How can! Abhimanyu took a step back, he smiled broadly without a shadow of a swing. "It's funny, it's so funny, does Auntie want to play the horses?"

I immediately pulled the doorknob while swerving. Play the horses how!

"Get out of you, keeeeluuuarrrrr.." I was annoyed.

"Don't want to." Abhimanyu folded his hands while turning his face.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, I think I ran out of the marathon. "Get out of you, don't bother my heart constantly!"

"Mistake it yourself." Abhimanyu sat back in the guest chair while continuing his meal. Who gave this teenager permission to enter my private room. A lot of sense to him, too, damn it.

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(Mbok: call for women, Bli: call for men in Bali )