Sugar Daddy Savings
Om Yip Traces

“As far as he is lying or not, it is important that my goal is to help him with sincerity.” We were silent and dissolved in each other's minds.

When looking at each other, I grinned the horse while furrowing both eyebrows. Not infrequently nagging themselves and rubbing the forehead. My plan to avoid it failed.

“I take you to the front of the house, yes?”

“Eh, no need. Just here, yeah. Bye.”

“Shinta, I'm asking for your mobile number. Can?”

I immediately asked for his phone and wrote down my number there. Let's all hurry up and there's no more of this and that question. Then choose to go after it by taking a thousand steps.

One of my neighbors caught me with Abimana. “Shinta,” call Bu Yuni. The woman who always meddles in anyone's affairs. Famous by the nickname ‘miss kepo’ this gang. I kept passing lazily serving him.

“Shinta, if called the old man replied dong. Masa’ is secretly so, like never taught with his parents aja.”

I took a deep breath by clenching my hands firmly, then turned around by exhaling a rough breath.

“Yes, Mom. There's something I can help you with.”

“Nothing, anyway. Uh, that was I saw you're the same guy. Your girlfriend, huh?”

I smiled horribly and closed my lips. “Not, Mom,” I replied with a fused molar.

“Oh is not your girlfriend, yes. Why not be a girlfriend. Ganteng you know that earlier, if Mother is still a girl, already mother gebet it.”

“Yes already if you want, take aja,” I replied furious but still trying to smile.

“Haha. Yes, it is impossible. Om where do you want to put. Nih, yes,” she asked me to come closer to her, “Om you are crazy love same Mom. If Mom stays she can go crazy, ” whispers that make me feel like the stupidest person to hear her babble.

“Oh, crazy love pantes, yes,” my connection is holding back laughter.

The face was full of acne and the hair that always wore that roller became her husband's crazy love. I laughed in my heart, but I tried to believe what he said. Om Togar came out and asked his wife to come in.

“Remember said Mother earlier, yes. Make him your girlfriend,” he said as he blinked one eye and stuck out his tongue many times. After he entered the house I laughed out loud.

My house is only two houses away from Bu Yuni's house. I entered the house still chuckling.

“Shinta, what's so funny?” asked the mother who seemed to have woken up because of my voice that could not stop laughing.

“Nothing, Mom. There was a funny scene in front. You haven't slept?”

“Mother woke up because of your voice. Where are you from, Shinta?” his tan was still coughed a little.

“Neither from, Mom. Just sit in front for a minute. Mother sleeping again, yes.” I hugged my mother's shoulder and took her to the room.

****

Drrrttt .. Drrrttt .. Drrttt!!!

My daydream split after the phone in my hand shook. I looked at the screen, a number with no name. I thought for a moment and pressed the green button.

“Hai,” said someone from across there. From his voice I seem to know who he is. “I Abimana,” added. Yeah, I know, I thought.

“Oh. Hi.”

“Old yes pick up the phone from me?”

“Em, sorry. I was daydreaming again that is not clear, anyway.”

“Shinta, our bus is coming. Come quickly in!” take Rama with me while pulling my hand without caring I still receive a call.

“Halo,” call me make sure Abimana is still there after I sit in Rama's choice seat.

“Yes, you seem to be busy again, yes. Okay, I'll call you later. Save my number, yeah. Be careful if not in save, ntar I tilang.”

“Count?”

“Okay, bye.” Abimana ended the phone call. Rama looks silent. I asked him what happened last night that he just disappeared like being swallowed by the earth. But he only answered that.

An hour later we were on the bus, and now we arrive at the temple. Rama is not as usual who keeps raving this and that. Either he's got a problem or maybe he's in the middle of a canker sore.

“Ram, how are you? More thrush, huh?”

By holding his bag side he said, “Shin, I told you ‘kan. I want you to survive.”

“Ya, continues?”

Breezy wind whirring brushed my hair. The voice of the traveling people suddenly sounded noisy. Rama continued walking without looking at me who was left behind. The moment last night remembered left me shackled in regret and shame.

Our journey was mediocre. However, for some reason Rama started the word as his escort this morning. I walked without spirit. My phone rang again, just looking at that seven-inch screen. I still can't stand the disgusting circumstances of life.

My phone kept ringing in someone's call. Does anyone care about a sinner like me? Would anyone accept this, mistress of a married man? Tired of the endless calls, I finally swept the green button on the screen.

“Where are you, Shinta? I was waiting for you. One day not seeing you, I think I almost died. I missed you.”

I massaged my forehead slowly. He misses everything in my face and body. Even someone once said, ‘The man's husband's promise is fake. His own wife was lied to which was clearly legal and religious, let alone a promise made only in bed. It's all bulshit!’

“In the meantime Shinta is here, Om.” He quickly ended the call. Rama was far ahead without looking back.

Could he hate me? Or is he going to tell Om Yip's wife everything?

I ran after Rama. But it seems Rama is avoiding. Right, I'm guilty of this but should he keep his distance from me? He's the only one I know in this monastery besides Om Yip. Can't he give me time to explain everything later?

“Ram, Rama,” call me who keeps sticking to him. He was indifferent and did not care.

“Aw!” pekikku who tripped on a rock and fell on the paving block of the monastery, my knees were bleeding. I blew it slowly. A back was in front of me.

“Come, up!” I have not answered, Rama put these hands on his neck.

Passing through the hallways of the monastery, Rama dropped me off in the back garden and rushed to get a P3K box.

Rama returns with a white box in his grasp. He doused alcohol to sterilize the wound and then slowly put ointment and plaster there.

“You can walk?”

“Can.”

“Yakin?”

I nodded and started to stand up, although still with a little pinching. Rama went away after saying that.

“Ram. You don't want to hear my explanation first? Why would I do that?”

“That's your personal, Shinta and I have no right to know the reason behind it.”

“Continue, why are you angry?”

“I just don't want you to be a victim of the Mother's complacency who can't tolerate infidelity.”

Om Yip waited at the end of the hall after seeing Rama leave. Om Yip came up to me and asked about me and Rama.

“Please if there is a man who loves you, but you still have to remain my mistress.”

'To love you is to want me, to have you is my dream. Being your mistress, that was my choice.'

I don't know what to do in a situation like this. Om Yip allowed me to go home after taking me to the hospital to check on the wound which was just a small scratch.

I can't avoid everything that happens in this life. Also, don't want to blame the circumstances that made me destroy the future somehow. Om Yip gave me another pocket money he put in my bag.

As usual before he came home, kissed my cheeks and squeezed my smooth thighs. That's why I was asked to wear a miniskirt while working. I got off the car right in front of the alley.

The rain was pouring down on my trip home. I sat my bag down a slippery-looking road.

I deliberately asked Om Yip to stop in front of the alley. I also keep my mother's good name. I made a quick step towards the house, but again I met Bu Yuni with several other neighbors gathered at her house.

“Lho heh, Shinta. How come you've come home? Not just left, huh?” ask suspiciously, “kamu why? Pain?” hold my forehead.

“Yes, Bu.”

“Which one hurts? Try to tell Mom.” Some other mothers just looked at the two of us whispering.

“My soul, Mom,” I replied of origin. He laughed out loud as his hand hit my shoulder. I let him rest for him.

“Hei, Shinta. If the mentally ill is Mom, not you. Haha.” I shook my head laughing amusedly leaving her with the other mothers.

“Bu, I'm home.”

“Cock you're home?”

“Yes, Mom. Company leader Permin Shinta returns home. Shinta is not feeling well, ma'am because of this,” I said showing a foot that was being plastered. Before I ask any further, I explain everything.

“Yes, you rest, yes.”