No. Without you
(2017) Graduation waiting process.

"Cooking how to fold a bra and cd ?"nagel a sexy little middle-aged woman and dressed elegantly at her shop clerk.

"This is not a fold for sale ! but for some people want to stop knowing not ?" yells.

The high-posture officer with a slightly panicked face, but still looks beautiful natural with hair that is tied so one to the back, just standing unmoved, but still looks beautiful,at the corner of his lips was engraved a wry smile along with a look of eyes that looked awkward and confused what to do.

"This is how it is difficult to take employees who are not experienced at all.Winda ! Give the same example Anin how to fold a bra and a good cd..!" his orders to the other officers, then passed to the cashier's desk.

Winda who had shoulder-haired and looked ayu approached Anin, then his hands skillfully folded the bra and cd merchandise in front of him as well as Anin nicely.

"Oo. like that," said Anin."Sabaar.emang so the same boss his employees, like fierce.Especially the same new employee.I used to also ngalamin,"Hibur Winda.

"Yes, I am blind to the world of shops, my people in High School majoring in IPS.I have not yet got a diploma anyway.I am applying for a job here because I read it takes fresh graduate High School, graduate school, diplomas can follow," said Anin.

"Udah don't just chat.tuh there is a manager immediately love money let's go quickly ! or all chat with.kintu.kintu gtu..who knows the busker your soul mate Nin.." exclaimed the shop owner fierce.

"Astaghfirullooh.emang mouth need terasi ama salt like it..biar delicious little.gak pedes doang," Anin grumbled as he passed towards the busker.

"Yes Buu..mari please enter.mau find clothes or others..all complete in this store.please be picky.."the owner said kindly and courteously to a mother with a young child who had just entered the store.

"Look at.sama the customer is friendly and the courtesy is not reasonable.the same turn of the employees aja kayak mak attach !"muttered Winda to Anin.

"Yes obviously aja oon..kif the customer is asked where his trading behavior is," said Anin while snapping the head of Vinda.

"Yes too." replied Winda while stroking his head even though it did not hurt.

"With Ridho Alloh.I promise you someday I will enter this store as a customer.with my soul mate.I want to see if I can still jutek with him." said Anin gereget.

It was getting dark, at 9 pm it was time to go home, Anin went home to Winda who took a motorcycle and their house one way, the house of Winda was further from Anin, jdi went back and forth with a motorbike, he said,unlike Anin who used to take an angkot and go home Winda nebeng, because at 9 pm there was no angkot.

Arriving at home, Anin was greeted with a warm smile of an old woman who was none other than the Mbahnya, a woman who faithfully accompanied Anin all this time, in addition to her pet cat the pussy.

They only lived three in a simple house on the edge of East Java, because Anin had been strays since childhood, his mother died while his father, who was the biological son of Mbah, disappeared without news somewhere.

Only a faint picture of the faces of his parents,also some photos and a little memory of childhood that he has.Fokus Anin just want to graduate High School and look for work so that Mbah does not have to bother anymore to join people as ART.

Mbahnya still looks strong and healthy and all this time he is the one who works for the cost of living as well as the cost of Anin's school.But Anin is determined to take over Mbah's duties, by working after graduating High School, with the,even before the graduation announcement and the diploma came out.

But because the school is not active so Anin can fill his time by working in the store, whose owner is fiercely acute like a attached mak.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mbah.halo pussy.." Anin said as he entered the house, greeted Mbah and stroked his favorite cat's fur."How is your work done...?smoothly?" asked Mbah with his Javanese medog dialect, on his grandson who was taking cold water on the ice lemarj to eliminate his thirst.

"Alhamdulillah Mbah.." Anin replied briefly.He could not tell about the owner of the shop that fierce acute, certainly his grandmother thought and would not bear to tell Anin to work later.

"Yes already.lekas clean the body and eat Nduuk...Mbah already prepared your favorite dishes, fried sambal tempe dried same clear vegetables." said Mbah.

"Sipp ! But unfortunately Mbah does not allow Anin to cook himself siih.." said Anin brandished his thumb then stepped into his room to take clothes.His grandmother followed behind.

"You do not have to laboriously cook Nduuk.mumpung Mbah is still strong and healthy so that the Mbah masakin for you.Emang you do not like Mbah cuisine?"mbah said while preparing food at the dining table for Anin.

"Feeling the best Mbah is second to none." Anin replied as she passed into the bathroom

"Nwnw..Mbah wants to talk to you." Mbah said with his medogical accent, after they both sat on the chair, enjoying the dish on the dining table.

"Enggeh Mbah..so what is ?"tanya Anin turned her head while continuing to scoop up the food on her plate.

"Aren't you in college ?"continued.

"Mboten Mbah's..Anin just wants a job..after Anin's diploma out, Anin will apply for work to factories, not in the store anymore," said Anin steady.

"If you want to go to college...Mbah can sell this house like our other neighbors.. mumpung someone wants to buy land around this house to build a fast food restaurant.The money you can use for college is also buy a smaller house Nduk.."sup si Mbah.

"Udah Mbah.gak need burdened mind macem-macem..real Anin only focus want work, let Mbah not tired anymore.this house does not need to be sold..InsyaAlloh klu Anin already have more sustenance," said Anin while holding the fingers of the old woman.

"Eman-eman Nduuk.you're a pinter." continued Mbah.

"It is necessary that Anin's destiny to go to college must be the course of Mbah,"Anin tried to convince Mbah.

The next day, as usual Anin took an angkot to go to the store where he worked.Until in the store, apparently his coworkers had been gathering.

"The store is open half a day.he said there is a graduation convoy of high school children, usually the streets are jammed" said one of his friends.

"Really ?" ask Anin briefly.

"Yes, even like the angkot route is diverted not through here deh.." added his friend again.

' Waduh this critical.Where today Willa permission not to go to work again.I will go home how ?' inner Anin.

The time showed at 12.30 wib, a sense of relief burst into the hearts of Anin and her friends because they could go home faster today, it did not take much longer to feel the shock of the shop owner.

But for Anin, it caused a new problem, how did she get home ? while angkot does not pass the usual route today, his friends mostly ask to be picked up, there are those who need to go to another.

Anin just stood there and realized that no one could pick him up, he had no father or brother.

The observation of the passing vehicle that began to tidy filled with high school students with uniforms full of colorful scribbles, from various schools, including Anindya school, but most of them boys, only a small percentage of girls..showing the euphoria of their graduation.

But that was not the case for Anin.he had no intention of coming to school just knowing the graduation announcement,because all this time he always entered the top 3 outstanding students in his class.

'May there is someone I know.that's the Arvi.' Inner Anin while moving to the middle of the road trying to penetrate the crowd of motorcycles with the sound of horns and muffler noise...he continued to mergingsek trying to approach his destination.his classmate named Arvi to ask for help to be escorted home.

His small body occasionally passed by the body of a motorcycle, his hands tried to ask for the road, once the hand also closed the ears because of the sound is not strong noise.

Occasionally he also coughed in a puff of exhaust smoke, but the goal was not yet affordable, his voice occasionally shouted at the name of the destination, which I think is still 10 meters from where it is today, he said,

"fr..Aru!!"his screams are still far outnumbered by the noise of horn and exhaust convoy of high school children.

"Ouch !" the bridge when his shoulder was hit by the steering wheel of the motor with a fairly hard.

"Awas beware.bring aside !"the biker who hit his shoulder earlier.

He spontaneously retreated, but when he retreated, his back hit another motorcycle.

Anindya began to panic.aparticularly after realizing that Arvi had increasingly moved forward.more far from his reach, even though he was not.

His body was getting surrounded in the jubelan and the noise of the convoy, until suddenly someone pulled his hand until his body turned around to follow the master pulling his hand...

Slashed from top to bottom the figure that pulled his hand from behind.apparently a lak.berhelm full face, berjacket parka, pants cargo and shoes converse.

Anindya was fixated on staring at her sturdy body from behind.so she did not do the rejection when her hand was pulled by the man.There was no word said from the man, one hand holding Anindya's hand, and the other hand,one other hand was busy breaking down the road from the middle of the convoy towards the edge.

"Sorry.Who are you ? please take off my hand, "in the end that's the word that was said from Anindya, while shaking off that burly hand.

The man then opened his full face helmet.Anindya was fixated trying to open his memory about the man in front of him.

He really didn't know her before.

"Where are you going in the middle of the convoy, sweet ?"said the man who according to observations Anin good looking.

"Sugary sweet..What cat am I ?"anin sewot said.

"Heheh.ada the sewot.kan aq do not know your name.

"Partially.. instead of thanks has been helped.Tadi tuh I ngliatin you from a distance know not ? You are confused so in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the convoy.so I squirm.Yes I just samperin.I invite to the side of the road." said the man.

"Sorry..I Anindya,btw thank you for helping me.I was already panicking in the middle of the convoy.I was willing.eh.." said Anin stammered.

"Barra.my name." said the man, thrusting his hand again.

"I.iya.."so Anin welcomed Barra's hand.

"Where are you going?from that feeling you haven't answered yet." asked Barra.

"You go home.again thanks.."Anin answered while passing back, intending to stay away from Barra.he was a bit less talkative with strangers.

"May I take you ?" Barra ventured, because she saw the interlocutor wanted to stay away.

"No. thanks." Anin replied briefly.

"Normally angkot.

because there's a convoy, the angkot route doesn't get here." Anin explained that it's not good to not answer honestly the question of the person who helped him.

Anin walks on the sidewalk.

"What area are you in ?"look at Barra again.

"Mayjen Sungkono." Anin replied briefly while still walking.

Barra turned around.

'Thank God he's gone, ' Anin's heart was relieved as she continued to step on the sidewalk.

Shortly after, there was the sound of a sports motorcycle approaching to the side.

"Good.we're one-way."apparently Barra the biker.

"Thank you.I walk aja.sports."do not be polite because so far Barra is also polite.

Anindya kept stepping down the trortoar, her steps seemed to be accelerated by occasionally her hands playing sling bag crossed to her shoulders.

Although he could not deny, Barra was good looking and so far still be polite, but this kind of icon is still a horror for Anindya who has never been close to a guy.

"Come on.The distance of your house is quite far you have to walk." continued Barra.

'Emang was right said Barra, ' Inner Anin.

' But I'm afraid I'll be kidnapped or something else that doesn't-no.' Anin thought to herself.

"Just be calm.I will not kidnap or take you away.intention me good really.rather than you walk alone even danger.day began to dark again...along the way, there must also be many pranksters who usually disturb girls who are alone."papar Barra who makes Anin think again to walk.

"Do I need my ID for security..or my wallet ?"said Barra again trying to convince Anin, while continuing to ride his sport bike slowly beside the sidewalk where Anin road.

Anin stopped and set his eyes on Barra's face.hatinya began to gamang, capek also if he walk home to his house.but among men who just known him is also at risk.

"What the hell..?Okay.I want to.but watch out ! don't you dare fuck around !"anin said in the end.

He rode the motorcycle with some hesitation.

' I boncengnya sideways position aja.klu if later I will not be dropped in front of my house, I just jump and scream for help.' said Inner Anin.

"Some..aman deh.." said Barra then forwarded his sport bike, after wearing his helmet first.

On the way Anin still stiff and doubtful, he also took a swing to jump klu if Barra messed with him.

His hands are holding sekenek on the motorcycle saddle, ngari also if falling from a motorcycle whose speed is quite fast...Barra smiled a little by herself looking at Anin's polah from the motorcycle spy.

' Cute and innocent.' he murmured softly in his heart.

"You work ?"barra asked breaking the stiffness between them.

'Yes," Anin replied briefly.

"Where ?" barra.

"Shop, wait for the diploma to come out." explained Anin.

"Graduate what ?"ask Barra again.

"SMA" Anin replied.

"So your friends are engrossed in the convoy, you've been working ?" barra said in disbelief.

"Hehe.." Anin only chuckled short.

"So you are a fresh graduate SMA.pantesan is still leaked" said Barra.

"Huh ?" said Anin as if not accepted in the Bocil.

"Why not go to college ?" telisik Barra's.

"There's no cost" Anin replied.

"Stop stop.I'm going down here aja.." Anin's cry surprised Barra a little.

"here ? Where's your house ?" Barra stopped the motorcycle.

"That's purple paint," pointed at Anin as he hurriedly got off the motorcycle.

He was very grateful and relieved that the tragedy of jumping from a motorcycle did not happen.

"Thank you Barra.." Anin smiled as she was relieved to arrive home safely.

He was about to cross but a moment later Barra held his arm.

"Wait !" said Barra.

"If you are interested, if your degree has come out, try applying for a job at this Hospital.again need OG.The salary is definitely better than working in a store,"continued Barra while thrusting the RS business card into Anin's hand.

"Thank you again for the info." said Anin then crossed the road to his house.

Barra was not ready to move, he watched the girl he just knew until crossing the street.

The girl had secretly caught his attention.....

A few moments ago at Anin's house.

"Why ladies and gentlemen bother to come to my club.kan I can come there on the phone." said Mbah welcomed 2 guests in front of the house.

A new-looking guest got out of their car, after being opened the door by his personal driver.

"What if we can't come to Mbah Rasni's house ?" said the woman who was visiting earlier while embracing Mbah's shoulder.

The man beside her just smiled a little.

"Of course it may be Madam, please come in.." cried Mbah invited the visiting couple.

"Until almost 20 years of Mbah Rasni working in our house, we have never been to the house of Mbah." said the female guest.

The husband and wife then sat in a chair in the living room of the house of Mbah.They were the employer where Mbah worked all this time.Tuan Wirawan and Mrs Mira.

"Mr and Madam want Mbah to make you drink what ? " tanya Mbah was about to stand up from the chair. " '' '' Don't bother Mbah.kita not long anyway." said Mrs Mira.

Their eyes both scan the house of Mbah Rasmi.

From the living room they can enjoy the view of the terrace and home page decorated with colorful flower plants arranged neatly.

Ceramic floor and living room chairs that are far from the impression of luxury, they sit at this time.

It was indeed very much different from their home, grand and filled with luxury goods.

But there was one item that caught their attention.

A picture frame leaning against the corner of the table.

For a moment they both looked at him after seeing the photo plastered on the small figora.

Photo of Mbah Rasni's son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

"I. That's a picture of who Mbah is ?"tanya Tuan Wirawan stammered.

"That's my family, sir, my son was with his wife and son as a child, but now he's an adult.Sadly his mother died first, his father went somewhere, he went,now live me and my grandson both in this house." said Mbah Rasni who made Mr and Mrs Wirawan sculpt, frozen their mouths.

I don't know what thoughts are running through their heads right now........