Nested Razia Satpol PP
Nine

[Mama, I miss Mama. The driver came home]

Almost every day I send a message like that to Mama. A few weeks ago, my mom sent me a package. It has a mask and a hand sanitizer. Mama said my dear money if you buy that, the price jumped. Later the salary money is not enough if made to buy the so called.

I left for work this morning. Full of gratitude I can still work. Since the pandemic, many people have been exposed to PHK.

Pink knee-length dress with matching suit I'm wearing today. Short hair and bangs, my face has been polished with a thin makeup but covered in a mask. Flat shoes only installed. Ready to work, take an online taxi.

"Work is a bag?" ask Pure Ma

"Yes Mom. Let's Ma'am"

as soon as I leave, the online taxi is at the gate. Actually deket the company with a boarding but I'm again males. Itung itung for sustenance same kang ojol. So order has been quiet since the pandemic.

Until the office, all employees checked their body temperature. Escape I entered my room. There is only Mas Ardit, Sheila and Mbak Mira.

"In the morning" I greet those in the room

"For the Bag" they answered together

"The Revelation isn't coming in?"

"Respicious Coronces Bags. Must be 2 weeks isolation" Mira explained

"old huh? Need to send food or something. Can't get out of isolation" I suggested

"Can Bag. We'll look at him. Later I wa he needs what" mas Ardit responded to my suggestion

"I'm coming with ya mas. Tasia was the only time she was invited" Sheila said in her powerful voice.

"I want to go too. I want to see her situation"

"Heem.. Rame Rame is fun"

"It can't dong. Can't be many people. No swarming" asserted mas Ardit

"I can't go with mas. I have a need. Let the same Sheila or Mira mbak aja yes" explained me that I aimed to let Sheila not misunderstand me

"Nha tuh mas, Tasia can not. So I'm the same"

Huh, look at Sheila with her insignificance

"We'll see what we'll do" Mr. Ardit ended the debate between us. We went back to the desk again and focused on each other's work.

The clock shows at 16:00. Finished working hours. I'm ready to go home first. In the elevator, I ordered an ojek online. Up on the ground floor I headed ahead, waiting for the online taxi to come. From a distance, Mas Artit called me

"Tasia, wait" reached my hand

"Yes" I looked up at the face of Ardit. "Why Mas?"

"I think you're rich as far away from me. I'm wrong with you"

I tried to take off his hand

With a head I answered

"Then the mas. Nothing is wrong, though. Don't think macem is a macem"

Sreettt.. ojek online come.

"With Anastasia's mother?"

"Yes mas, I" immediately I wear the helmet given the same mas ojek. Then get up to the seat

"I'm first yeah mas" I waved my hand

From a distance I saw Sheila approaching Mas Ardit. Ask to be sent home this time. Bodo! I've decided I don't want to respond to everything about Ardit.

Tonight, I want to eat dimsum. Not eating rice, my weight has started to rise. My clothes feel tight. This time I chose clothes remembering the incident and then wear clothes in the style of his style even thought the seller crepes continue to end in the office satpol PP.

Short skirts, short-sleeved shirts and then my cardigan. Small bag, hand sanitizer hanging in the bag also face mask. I brought the gate, the keys to the boarding house and I brought the gate. Since that incident I was given one key to the gate with Pure Ma'am okay ready to go.

Turns out there's a dimsum seller here. Out the alley I have to turn right. Not far away, the same as the seller who is near SD Tunas Bangsa. There are also many who sell various snacks. Until the Dimsum cart, there were several people queuing up to buy. As a good person I also look up. When it was my turn.

Sounding sirens. The strobe lights are getting closer and more dazzling.

Apes! Always has. There were police and pamong praja conducting curfew raids.

"Serve me first bang" forced me

"Can't mbak. We need to close" The salesman's brother in the panic

"It's 9 o'clock. It's in curfew"

shouted a priest who walked near the dimsum wagon

My hands stretched out. drove the man closer to the wagon.

"Let's bang, pack a serving for me" I begged

"Let's pack up your wares quickly" his hand kicked the wagon

"Don't close it. First serve bang new pack"

"Daddy, it's curfew. So it should close immediately" said the person gently

"Can't not be. It's good to ask to pack. There's still this customer" my hand was ruffled against the officer who was as good as udelnya rang the merchant's lid.

"This child has no manners" one policeman shouted at me

"Can't do it sir. I haven't been treated yet. I've been queuing this up. I don't think you're tired of long lines while standing gini. Pegel tau"

"This is the order. No need to be paid mbak" The brother handed me a portion of dimsum.

"No sir. Crazy for free. It's hard again" then I take one blue note paper and hand it over to the brother. "Take everything bang"

"Thank you mbak. Hope your recovery is good"

"It's over, quick to pack"

The situation at that time I was still circled by the king and the police.

"Your mother's son? Junior High School at this hour is on the loose"

"Well!" crazy I was drafted Junior High 10 years ago.

"Huh heh heh again. Get your parents here to pick you up. Son has no manners" the policeman glared at me

"I can go home by myself sir"

"Didn't call your parents now. tell them to pick you up. understand?"

"Yes sir" I swagged my little bag. Gawai I've got, whose phone is this? Mama is not possible. Far away. Try me to contact Ms. Murni. 3 times I called but there was no answer. Damnit damnit!

"Why? No one's going to pick me up"

panic attacks me. Ask who help

"What's up. Undeterred"

It crossed my mind to ask for help to Mom Am. Yes, I tried.

Tuutts.. Connecting apparently

"Halo assalamualaikum beautiful. What's malem call mom?"

"wa'alaikumsalam Bu. gini Ma'am I was detained by the police because of a curfew. Can you pick me up?"

"Where are you, son?"

"Dideketnya soto ayam stalls Casino Bu"

"Yes already. Let me permit you first. Wait yes"

",Yes, thank you"

Tut. call ended. Finally, there was something sadongin. I swore I'd want her.

"Wait, sir, my mother's coming"

Not long after, my gait rang again. Call from Miss Am again.

"Where are you?"

I was looking for the whereabouts of Miss Am too. When I found her figure approaching, I waved my hand up.

"I'm here Mom"

"Oh yeah, I saw" I hung up. We are facing each other now.

"Mother" I ran a little over to Bu Am

"Mama" said a pamong praja

"Lhoh Ramdan why did you catch your mom's daughter?"

Ha's? Call mama. Bu Am dong Satpol's son PP.

"Since when did Mas Ram have a sister?" ask a policeman next to the man called Mas Ram.

"Mama don't bother. Child from where? Mama's son is just me as Rey" he explained

"Mom adopted her" I tried to hold back my laughter when Ms. Am said I was an adopted child

"Udah Anterin mom came home with this mama's wedok son"

"Sir Agus permission to use the patrol car for a while to nganter mama"

"Ready Mas Ram"

The three of us got into the car. Mas Ram behind the wheel next to him Bu Am then me.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"What's wrong Mom. BTW this is mom's son?" I pointed at Ram

"Yes, this is my mother's son. Why?"

"Nyebelin" I replied as I brushed my lips

"Eh uh not polite huh. Udah helped use ngatain nyebelin tau so it was kandangin aja" began ngancam nih

"Udah, don't fight. I want to take this"

"I'll go down first, Mom. Thank you, ma'am, for being helped. Mother's drug" I said goodbye and opened the gate

"I'm not saying goodbye?"

krik.. It was the crickets who answered Mas Ram's question