Step On Me
Karma is Never Gone Wrong

I again ngetawain Naira because of her male application that earns UMR. "It's not wrong, Nay. His salary is directly used up to pay his own installments and living expenses? What do you want to eat?"

"Gue also has a number of times, if only for a month's meal my salary is more than enough, really." Naira's pretext.

"What I ask is the readiness of your prospective man, he dares to make sure you marry means he should be ready to play your whole life, right? If he doesn't have anything ready, it's like he's pushing you to destitute." I want Naira to think logically.

"Gue just needs commitment and how will he make me, if for other matters and so on can still be borne together." Naira pretended to be sure. "The windfall of the married man will follow."

"Lo don't want to learn from my experience, Nay?" Gita. "Sorry, I don't doubt your guy, I'm just skeptical. Try less committed is Cahyo the same as me? Sweet promises first to make me mabok kepayang. But where do we see our ending? He married the girl of his parents' choice. While me? Ngenes! Though I nemenin him from zero, I have always been there for him since his status is still at the level of a lowly employee until now he is assement as a manager... I should have enjoyed the results, not the newly married girl!"

"Patience, Ge, patience." Naira sympathizes with Gea whose romance story is not as smooth as she is, apes for meeting an irresponsible guy.

I originally also want to ngakak, but kasian also with Gea confat colongan so. "Dengerin said Gea. Commitment if it's just a bullshit fall. Udah can not be made payin salon, can not make shopping, can not make full..continue if you want a nettle out of the country you need money to buy a plane ticket and hotel booking."

"His happiness is broad. Not only must be judged by the material or things that you just called." Naira smart ass. "Maybe it's because my thinking is different from being critical-minded and realistic. I'm happy to have my own little family, simple things you might take for granted but that's my biggest dream "

"A small family built with love?" Pout me again. "It's not that simple, Nay. Taking a girl to live hard together is not a goal to be proud of. Just like he's not ready to put up a body to work on your happiness."

"Free the same debate, Kin. Lo has a high target about your partner, while I'm more fun to live in a simple way." Naira patiently treats me. "There was nothing wrong with the choices I made, including my decision to accept Mas Tristan's proposal. You can't impose your principles on everyone, lest I'm not lo."

"Since I've been together lo, just wanted to be invited kere!" I am more julid. "If I'm obviously not, mending single for life than I can moneyless husband."

"Gue said what? We are different principles to be grasped as if it will not enter. If I say, anyway, the best girl who wants to be invited to build a life from scratch." Added Naira.

"OKAY. I can only say good luck to you." My lips.

"Gue agrees the same, Nay. But the cave agrees, lo, Kin." Gea tried to mediate. "Want to be realistic, its fine. There is no harm in prioritizing the principles of sustainability and money because it is a reality that cannot be rejected. Nay may think otherwise, do not want the grandiose that is important enough. Simple analogy gini, girls need bags. There are enough girls with bags purchased at the distro for hundreds of thousands. However, there are also girls who want to have a bag with a price of hundreds of millions. This is not who is most correct, but a matter of comparative function and adequacy."

"Gue was surprised by Kinan. I've noticed for a long time that he's no longer realistic but matre." Naira nahan refuted me with one hand. "Shit, horrify me first. You certainly do not accept called matre use the mainstay excuse no woman who wants to be difficult. But one thing you need to underline, matre and realistic are two different things but very easily distinguished. Matre is a demand, realistic is about adequacy. How about you yourself? Which category do you fall into? Are you satisfied with not enough?"

"Gue matre to my own guy who is obviously making money. I may not be a poor matrein guy. Gosah ngada-you if make a conclusion about me!" My reply is sharp. "

"Have it, don't argue over things that have no end. This is good news, you know. Nay wants to get married, we shouldn't make a fuss ourselves." Gea is the most mature of us.

"Gue's done, really." Naira stood up in annoyance. He seems offended by my words. "Gue just pesen one thing with Kinan, ati-ati the same word lo. The way you comment on those guys is already like the ugliest of his life. You haven't got the karma yet."

After speaking like that, Naira turned to her room. I just told you first, at least tomorrow we are better again.

****

Severe my car, just entered the workshop a week ago but now it's fussy again. Wrong I also why reckless to buy a second car just because the brand and the appearance of a smooth and sleek exterior. No idea this car keeps a series of things after being submerged in flood to hit the roofs, so my fortune includes deceit. About me girls who do not understand automotive, they just want to sell this dilapidated car.

How do you like if the delay is tempered, yes time has to go down the machine, anyway? This is an imported car, btw, the price of parts must be very expensive, already ah I want to cry. Though I would like to drain savings for the sake of having this dream car. Nysel I do not hear the advice of bokap who asked to buy a car according to function not just prestige. If already this way want to be angry also free.

If I didn't love shoes, I'd kick this fucking car. Kebangetan ngajak strike in the midst of heavy traffic jams, continues now I get hit by maki-maki people whose journey is hampered because of me. Fortunately I was helped by the police to contact the tow truck service so that my car was immediately transported to the workshop.

"Honey. My car broke down, huh. You can pick me up, right?" I tried to call Sultan who happened to be in Jakarta again, I once wanted to take care of him. Try to see how he responds, if he really loves not care about the rain even though I must be samperin.

"Where's the position?" The sultan asked from across the line.

I have been pleased, I continue to call the specific location complete with codes if I digarepin he really, know Sultan even say this. "Still close to your office, right? Just go back there and hold Grab pesen or let's spit, ask your friends to come home."

"Aren't you here?" I'm with the left-right lyrics. Actually dead style standing alone on the sidewalk without knowing what to do. The difference when passing with various types of humans who pass by in my surroundings. Though not necessarily also they are watching me but innate feeling I was just wondering. Afraid I'll be caught by bad people, afraid to be invited to talk to pranksters, afraid to meet crazy people. The Sultan's better pick me up soon, or I'll go berserk.

"I'm in the middle of a meeting, can't if told to pull out now. I'll be there at ten if you want to wait." Crazy, ten o'clock is still a few hours away, I'm hunting so pepes here.

"Since you haven't had time for me, you know. When I ask you to pick me up once, do you not want to?" I can't believe the Sultan's answer.

"You know for yourself how busy I am, I manage 2 companies. I do a lot of work, if you're looking for a girlfriend just to be made a driver mending you look for another." Before I could reply, the Sultan spoke again. "I'll close, when I'm done meeting I'll call you."

It was actually closed without bothering to ask me about my current condition. Sultans are sweet in money matters or when planning a romantic date. But beyond that the Sultan is like a different figure. In terms of sensitivity and attention, Sultan minus very much. He never wants to understand my difficulties, does not like long-winded things, does not want to be bothered with things that are not his business.

A man who has no heart. Ok, he is a busy person, but the time is not worried at all, do not think the girl will be why-why on the road if not immediately helped.

Usually after making me disappointed like this, the Sultan will come while bringing me an expensive gift. But this time I felt enough, I was sick of his indifference. Sultan asked me to find another one, no matter what I would like.

"Ge, where are you?" I called my best friend in a clear tone.

"Just got on the toll."

"Which toll?"

"Ke Bogor, my grandmother's name. Why lo?"

"Not so. Lo ati-ati aja on the street. Greetings to grandma."

"okay." Then the connection was cut. Next I call Naira, but not picked up. He seems to be angry with me. Yes, let's face it, I was told to go home alone instead of jumping in people's vehicles.

Just stepped on the terrace, the door minimarket was open from the inside and I immediately met face to face with Kava. Apparently he just bought monthly necessities such as cooking oil, shampoo, soap, and so on. It's paycheck apparently, good.

"Loh met here. What do you want to buy, mom?"

"I just want to shady."

"Rain light?" Kava looked up to check the gray sky. "Mom didn't bring a car?"

"How did you see it?"

"Why cars?"

"Go ahead." Really Kava here, I can find recommended places to eat around here. "There's someone selling good food, right?"

"Much, ma'am." Answer Kava after hooking his shopping bag on the motor. "What do you want to eat?"

"Hm." I'm thinking. "Mie, deh."

"There's someone selling fried noodles java masaknya use areng." Kava pointed to the right.

"Away no?"

"Want me to drop off?"

"Don't, I'll find it for myself." I refused, after making sure the drizzle stopped me and decided to walk towards the noodle shop. "Eh, which side it was, that corner just kept turning left, right?"

"Mother walk first I will lead." Because I don't want to be piggybacked, Kava chose my ngintilin behind while riding his motorcycle.

"Why do you follow me?" I look at it with a face that I don't like.

"Fear of stray mother."

I'm clucking, let's love him. Arriving at the stall that sells noodles and fried rice, you can guess that Kava remains waiting outside while I again order a serving of noodles to eat in place. "A lot of stuff, sir. No need to use vegetables. You want to not?"

"No, ma'am."

"Make your brothers?" Bargain me again.

"May it be."

"Wrapped in two, sir. Each addin' leelor ceplok." I went into the shop and sat on one of the benches made of wood. While waiting for the order so, I mengemilin crackers just to prop up the stomach.

"He doesn't like crackers?" Kava suddenly sat next to me.

I ignore and continue to eat crackers since morning I only drink coffee, coffee, and coffee.

"Mom, what's so painful?" Kava's question is only I respond with a shrug while continuing to digah

"Mi.nta certainty from you." Canned crackers whisper.

"You're mostly micin again?"

"Love you wholeheartedly." More ngaco this guy.

"****."

"Mom likes to drink coffee, right? Do you know the bread that tastes coffee on top of it is sprinkled with chocolate powder, no, ma'am? Tira...what's mom her name? Tira?"

"Missy?"

"Miss u too."

I muter eyes, do you like ***** him if responded so I mending diem rather than added emotion. Finally my food came. The steaming smell makes me drool. Cute, eat hot while biting cayenne pepper whole.

"Doyan pedes, huh?"

My fierce glances don't make Kava shut up. "So look at the stomach."

"Diem or you get out of here!"

"That's a hell of a shake, ma'am. Fear me." Kava smiled knot. Along with that came a group of child guards who played music with makeshift equipment.

"here. Here." Call Kava to them. After reaching out and giving ten thousand dollars, Kava followed the singing while minjem kecolek belongs to one of the buskers. "Kendang kendang if I tell you to muter, muter, yes. emmuter emmuter emmuter emmadjur emmbackur, emmundur en nabrak."

I swear, I've come to my feet because of his absurd behavior. "You're why, Kav!"