TIME (For A Taste )
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MALIA

“Iya, Sir .. if it can be a little short, sir?.”

I was relieved that the ojol rider I met quickly climbed into his motorbike before Irsyad's car got closer to me who was paranoid.

“This, her helmet, Mba.”

The driver thrust a passenger helmet at me, which I immediately received and quickly put on my head.

Then I asked him to immediately brush his bike, where the rider who I asked for help followed what I wanted.

“From here where, Mba?” the voice of the driver's father ojol that made me who had not focused on the road, because I continued to intensely stare towards the back-side right and left me in the arms of the motorbike, because I continued to intensely stare towards the back-side right and left me, I was so worried that Irsyad would follow me.

“Oh.”

I also responded to the father of the rider ojol.

“Straight sir, go to Complex first .. later there is a fork, turn left.”

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“How much, Sir? ...”

I who had come down from the biker biker biker that I asked for help, immediately asked how much the cost to take me while I opened the passenger helmet I wore throughout the trip.

“Terupon Embanya aja ..”

And the good ojol driver's father said that to me.

There is still yes it turns out that people who do not meet – in this case yes brother ojek who did not push the price on passengers who did not make an initial offer.

Because as far as I know, so many. And again I've experienced it myself.

Driven at an unreasonable price by the bajaj driver, even though the distance is only ten minutes.

Pissed?.

Sure oes.

Moreover, I was still in college at that time, which – like, five hundred silver will be valuable.

And again, monthly money still survives with absolute rations from parents. So, even though my parents don't mind to give me – extra money I want to show my sense of responsibility on the least monthly allowance, running out on time.

So when pulled with a price that is far from reasonable from the fare that should be – as far as I was, at that time. The feeling of annoyance was so domineering, to be cynical to the bajaj driver who imposed the principle of ‘aji mumpung’ on me at that time. But what I'm going through right now is the opposite.

Things that make me confused, because I never ride a motorcycle from where I was to the house behind me.

My parents' house.

Yes, I decided to go back to my parents' house and stay the night while waiting for Rei's return at the house I consider safe for now.

“Bapak say how many ... It's okay, sir.”

I responded to the kind-hearted ojol rider, who freed me to give him any money in exchange for the fare he dropped me off at my sudden request.

“And I have asked you to help me here help me hunt – buru?” i said again. “So Father said how much it costs,” added me. “Soal I also do not understand how much the cost from where I was here.”

“Ben, Mba. It's up to Emba just want to give me how much,” replied the rider ojol good heart.

Which, again – again I was confused.

“I was just intent nolong aja, because Embanya kayak again fear.”

I smiled a little in response to the words of the father of the good-natured ojol rider.

Then I immediately opened my bag, and took out my wallet. Then take two hundred thousand pieces of money from it.

Let's just say, I feel grateful for the existence of this kind-hearted bully driver father when I want to immediately escape from Irsyad. When I saw the car from a distance.

Then without much question, the father of the good-natured rider ojol did exactly what I asked, which was to go quickly from where I was, but still he noticed his way of driving so as not to endanger us both.

Until finally I feel relieved, because the father of this good-natured ojol rider, it seems successful in making Irsyad unaware of my existence who rode ojol.

Because the motorbike I was riding on had been driven before Irsyad's car was close to where I was. Although all the way I was still paranoid with Irsyad's car.

Still a little, the paranoid sense of Irsyad was there when I entered the housing complex where my parents lived.

But not anymore, because I feel completely safe. Other than being in front of my parents' house - and I had noticed the road behind me as I turned through the gates of the compound, there was not a single car behind me until the distance of my eyes.

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“This, Mr. ..” Malia said as she handed out two hundred thousand bills to the driver who had driven him to the front of his parents' house.

“Yes Allah, Mba .. This is mostly –“

“Ga what, Sir. I'm sincere. My Father has helped me so much.”

Malia spoke while smiling sincerely at the rider, while he politely offered two hundred thousand bills that Malia had taken out of his wallet, where the father ojol looks reluctant to receive the money.

And because of that, Malia finally took the initiative to reach the hand of the good-natured rider aged approximately forty years with a good – while putting the money held by Malia, it was, to the palm of Ojol's father who had ushered him. “Receive yes, Sir?”

Malia said polite while smiling sincerely at the father ojol who looked stunned, in addition to moved.

“But, Mba ..” gugu the father ojol.

“Aggep aja additional sustenance, Sir ..”

Malia spoke again, clenching the hand of the jolted rider.

“Still yes, Mba?”

“Iya Sir, equally.”

*

“Malem, Mr. Farhan - - -“

Malia greeted a middle-aged man who opened the gate of her parents' house, who had run from the inner area when she saw Malia's figure outside the gate.

“Malem, Neng Lia ... Maap Neng, Mr. Abis from the bathroom --“ said the man who was called Malia, while opening the gate of Malia's parents' house.

“Ga nothing, Sir ..”

“Bapak both Mother and Bibik did not say Neng Lia want to come here malem ---“

Mr. Farhan-who was one of the guards that Reiji hired as an extra guard of Malia's parents' house, later explained.

“Iya, let me suddenly come here.”

Malia.

“Ga also talked with Papa and Mama.”

“That's why, Neng. The same father Mother will again go to Pekalongan from yesterday --“

“Eh yes, yes? ..” for Malia. “I just inget if Papa same Mama again to Pekalongan from kemaren.”

“Well yes it is, Same father Mom ga titip pesen anything --“

Mr. Farhan chimed in on Malia's remarks.

“Means I'm kind of relaxed. Hehe. Maap ya, Neng?”

Mr. Farhan became somewhat misbehaved, and Malia gave a smile.

“Casual, Mr. Farhan.”

“Ya already, deh Neng, please enter.”

“Iya, Sir ... I'm in first, huh?” pamit Malia's.

Mr. Farhan nodded, assuring politely.

“By the way Neng Lia is not the same Den Reiji? ---“

“Rei has not returned, sir,” said Malia and Pak Farhan who know the profession of Reiji waspun mangosteen.

“Yes already, Neng Lia entered the room, rest,” said Pak Farhan, and Malia said politely before she stepped her feet into the area in her parents' house.

“Non Lia?!”

Malia's arrival was welcomed by a middle-aged domestic assistant, who had long worked at her parents' home.

“Kok didn't want to come here by the way? Father same mother also did not talk Non Lia would come here before leaving for Pekalongan.”

Just like Mr. Farhan, the art often called ‘bibi’ by the Malian family explained his surprise with Malia's sudden arrival to his parents' house.

“Iya Bi, I think the one who came suddenly here. There was no previous plan --“ Malia said. “Papa Mama also did not know today I stopped here,” he continued.

“Non Lia have not eaten yet?.. if you do not want to buy what? You see Bibik only cook for Bibik both Farhan and Jaya before they change sift. And it's also already abis, Non.”

“Most, Bi. There is instant noodles right?--“ said Malia who then his speech was immediately attacked by the aunt.

“Ye, don't mi instant.”

The aunt said.

“Please the Farhan buyin satay lontong aja yes? --“

“Iya Bi, can ..”

Malia agreed with the aunt's proposal.

“This is the money, Bi.”

Malia took out the only red sheet left in her wallet, as she did carry cash as necessary.

**

“This is the tea, Non ... While waiting for the satenya dateng, Non Lia want to be made toast?—“

“Ga please, Bi ..” cut Malia. “I also ga laper-laper very,” Malia added.

“Ya already so,” said the aunt.

“Abibi rest aja gih ... I also want to clean the body first abis this,” reply Malia while sipping warm tea later.

“Bibik rest, if you have seen Non Lia eat,” said the aunt again. “Non Lia please if you want to clean or rest first in the room ..”

“Yes, Bi --“ says Malia.

Yang then got up from his seat and was about to go to his room, which was now his room and Reiji.

‘Ease this Rei.’

Malia sat down when she heard her phone ringing from her briefcase.

But the smile that had appeared on Malia's face, just disappeared when he saw the name of the caller on his phone screen.

The one where Malia called immediately refused with a rough swipe of Malia's thumb on the screen of her phone. But before long, Malia's phone rang again.

Where a message then came from the same person - who a while ago contacted his phone.

‘Why avoid me, Lia? Stop sacrificing for others. There I love you and am ready to accept you for who you are.’

“Crazy!”

And a spontaneous swearing came out of Malia's mouth in a murmur.

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