Sugar Daddy Savings
Playing in the Car

“Pak, can I log in?” there was a heavy voice of a man. It looks like Rama, I thought trying to guess while tidying up the buttons of clothes that had been opened by Om Yip. Also combing the slightly messy hair earlier.

“Log in,” Om said after asking me to unlock. He was ready in his position to try to write for nothing.

“Pak, I forgot to say that earlier this month we will be holding a charity event. You want this activity in concept how? Do we distribute rice and money or can we go around to homes to record citizens who need free treatment?”

“As far as you are how good. You make the proposal later I review it and I sign it. Also tell Shinta about my schedule that has not been sorted so that later he will arrange everything.”

Rama nodded and walked over to me. “I want you to be safe, Shinta,” whispered her giving me a piece of paper.

“You can go home now.”

Rama seemed to understand my situation. However, not many words came out from his thick lips. We were just late on our way home to the bus stop. A piece of paper was still in my grasp, it would be unpleasant to read it while still with him.

Under the dark sky accompanied by twilight on the western horizon, I remembered the incident last night with Om Yip. Sin, but how else has it all happened. Now, let me give it to God. Let him punish me.

“Shinta, come. The bus came in.” I flinched from the daydream and immediately rushed home along with Rama.

An hour into my journey, we arrived at the stop right in front of my alley. I got off half-dreaming, unconsciously dislodged my shoes and threw them out of the bus.

I was dazed as if I was about to fall, my hands firmly holding my body. This body stiffened and sculpted for a moment and then exhaled a sigh of relief. I saw the owner of the hand, the man with the nose with a beautiful face and lashes Abimana. The name was on her uniform that was dark brown.

“Thank you,” said I immediately broke out of his embrace and hurriedly took the shoes. Arches of a smile on his face, he nodded and came down with me.

Our steps coincided with the awkward and clumsy atmosphere and I also felt ashamed of my careless attitude earlier.

“You, stay in the area here too?” tanyanya broke the silence from earlier.

“Ya.”

“Oh, yes. I know, I am Abimana. You?”

“Ya, already know kok.” He looked confused and tilted his head probably thinking how I knew his name while this was the first time we met. I pointed to his chest on the right. He looked chuckled and bit his natural pink lower lip.

“I Shinta. Okay, I'm in front of this alley of my house. Thanks for that one.”

“Oke.”

***

“Assalamaicum. Mom, I'm home.” The sound of my wingless angel could be heard answering the greeting with a slight cough and directly met me who was sitting on the butut sofa while opening my shoes. Mom joined me.

“Where is your first day of work? Tired, huh?” he asked by gently rubbing my head. I held her hand and said I was fine.

“Mother has eaten?”

“Udah, Dear.”

“OK. Then I rest, yes. Shinta wants to clean up first. After that eat keep sleeping.” Mom nodded and walked slowly towards the room.

The body is clean and the stomach has also been filled, now is the time to lay down in a room measuring two meters with a bed that is only enough for myself. Look at the ceiling that is not asbestos while massaging the forehead slowly.

I remembered the piece of paper that Rama had given me. Oh, my God, I just remembered where the kid stopped. Why can I just forget. Ah, whatever. I'll see him tomorrow too, I thought.

I opened the paper that Rama slipped in my hand.

I took a cell phone and saved Rama's number and tried to reach him. However, I have not had time to press Rama's contact, Om Yip first called me and asked to meet.

I have to be ready whenever he wants a touch. I don't dress up, just wear hot pants and oversize t-shirts. Make up thin to avoid the suspicions of the neighbors who sometimes nosy with my life. Om Yip was waiting in front of the alley.

I got into his sedan. This time he was driving alone, only the two of us were inside this luxurious vehicle.

“I want you to serve me tonight. But I don't have much time, I'm afraid your traces are known to my wife.”

“So how, Om?”

“If done in a car how?”

“Hah?”

"Why? You don't want to? My time is only ten minutes.” I was confused, never doing that in the car. Om Yip playing his finger in front of my eyes made me flinch.

“Hey, how come daydreaming? I don't have much time.”

“Ta-but how is it, Om? We stop here first?”

“Udah you follow my directions only, yes. Now you get on my lap, let the car keep going. You take the wheel.

“But, Om?”

Om Yip immediately pulled my arm and now I was on his lap. It's up to Om Yip to do what he wants. I just follow the game. Satisfied he was spilling his desire, we stopped at a red light intersection.

“You get off here, yeah. I can't take you to the place I picked up. You're okay, ‘kan?”

I answered her question. He kissed my cheek as well squeezing the mischievous smooth thigh that was plastered in front of him. Then tuck a bundle of money into the pants pocket. He left after I got off.

Walking with a heavy sigh, sometimes kicking the pebbles that were in front of me. I put both hands in my pants pocket and looked at the star-filled sky.

“Huh! Tonight is so beautiful, but why should you serve it in this sparkling star,” I told myself.

“Shinta.” The voice of a man who still feels foreign in hearing. This is not Rama's voice, I guessed who he was, then turned to look at him standing up.

“Em, Abimana?”

Hi,” the broom that has now been beside me. I just wanted to run away from him, because maybe he saw me with Om Yip. I close my lips and look for ways to avoid it.

“Em, I think I should go home now. Mother at home alone.”

"Yes, just together. I'm going home too. Than alone ‘kan mending no friend. Besides, you are also a woman ‘kan not good if you walk alone in the middle of the night like this.”

On the way, I saw a grandfather in tattered clothes sitting limp under a tree. I approached and knelt in alignment. Ask the old man.

“Grandpa has eaten?” I asked as she looked she was holding her stomach. He shook his head weakly, I reached into his pants pocket. Take a red note from there.

“Nih, for grandfather.”

“Still, yes. Cheap sustenance.” His face was so bright, he thanked me many times. Abiman seemed to stop his steps, as if he was waiting for me.

“You don't mostly give grandpa that kind of money? He could have lied.”