ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXIX: Late Night Romance

I stared at the pair of anxious eyeballs. A dim porch light swept across the face implying unease. As usual, I lost my word, not knowing what to say.

“My wallet is gone, Mas!” said the sad-faced girl.

“Kok can Race? Lost where?” I'm a little nervous. I can feel the worry he feels. The rays of joy that I used to catch from the look of his eyes seemed to fall.

“I was shopping for monthly needs, all the way in Galaxy Mall. Not long after I got off the angkot I was looking for my wallet is not there, Mas. I'm not sure if it fell or was removed. When I was looking, the angkot was gone. I'm confused about those nights on the side of the road. Well, I was here taking a cab. Confused can't pay. If there is, I'll borrow it first. Taxi's still waiting in front of the alley. I was confused who I wanted to help. There's no way I'm asking for help from Mas Jono who's home away from here. You're the only one I remember, Mas,” said the girl who was none other than Larasati.

The feeling of compassion spreads for a moment. I can feel what Laras is going through. I've felt how panicked it is when the wallet is gone. Mugkin money can be sought, but what about the various identities that exist in it? To take care of it again, of course, is not an easy matter and takes a short time. If you do not have other activities may not be a problem, unfortunately the daily time is also spent to work and so on. I swear, losing a wallet is an endless nightmare.

“Oh Yes, Barrel. Its nothing. Use my money to pay for a taxi. I'm going to take you to the contract. The important thing is that you release the contract first, try tomorrow to take care of the missing letters,” my advice.

“I'm really annoyed, Mas. I don't really think so sincere. My money is five hundred thousand missing, and the important papers are all there. Unfortunately I had to go back to Jombang to take care of it. I still have Jombang ID card, Mas!” laras Sesal.

“O yes! Repot very rich that is. What can I do for you?”

“I borrowed your money two hundred thousand no, Mas? Tomorrow I will withdraw the money to the bank using a savings book and block the ATM, because the ATM is also in the wallet. I'll return the money after coming home from the bank, huh, Mas?”

“Not to think of Race! Wear it first. What matters is that all your business is smooth,” I said pretending to be rich. Though originally, my money supply was very thin as well. However, helping people who are in trouble is also important.

“Sorry very much yes, Mas if ngrepoti ...”

“Just relax, Race. We help each other. Maybe someday I'll need your help!”

To be honest, I'm worried. In this condition I was quite pinched, because the supply money was also thinning. The amount of money that will be borrowed in my opinion is quite large. Unfortunately, I had to wear a mask in front of Laras, acting like the Sultan of Brunei with his rupiah purse in his wallet. Want to put where this face if it can not help Laras.

In short, Laras immediately paid the taxi fare with money borrowed from me. In my heart I thought, it turns out this is how it feels when conditions are squeezed, then there is someone who borrows. Now I feel what Dahlia feels. Did he also feel uncomfortable when I borrowed money from him?

This is karma ....

“You want to drink coffee first or how, Ras?” haggard me, while he's sitting on the patio chair.

The night is getting late. The sepals began to creep slowly towards the morning. I need to get this guy's daughter back to the contract immediately. It's not good he lingered on the contract. Slander can blow in all directions. Wrong, could get raided Satpol PP.

“Not to drink, Mas. My mind is not calm ...” he said.

“Udahlah Race! Ikhlasin aja, ntar will be replaced kok!” I tried to calm down.

“If the money is God willing I sincerely, Mas. But those letters made me think. Must have bothered to take care of that many letters!” laras Lirih.

“If you need my help say yes, Ras. God willing I'm ready!”

“Still yes, Mas!”

I can't bear to see that girl in turmoil like this. But I myself was wrong too. What's clear is that I have to take her to the boarding house immediately. I met Doni who was still busy watching shows on television.

“Don, borrow your bike for a minute to send my friend!” I asked Doni for permission.

“Your new boyfriend, Bi?” search Doni.

“Not! Village friends in Jombang. His wallet is gone, he asked to be delivered to the contract. I don't have the gini nights on the train. Can ya?” my door once again.

“OK. But remember!” As usual, Doni gave special conditions before giving away the key.

“Remember what?”

“Not a place? Where's tuh?”

“Who knows to go to Dolly!”

“Astaghfirullah. Dih, really get your thoughts. Haram tau!”

After Doni gave me the key, I immediately grabbed the jacket hanging on the door of the room. Outside, the cold weather started to greet. I don't want to sneeze because of this weather.

“Come Race! I'll take you to kost!” take me.

“Wah, I am ngrepotin Mas Abi nih!”

“No! Just relax!”

For a moment, Laras had thrown himself in the back seat of the motorbike. The air is cold enough to make the barrel close the body to make it a little warmer. It was a bit awkward when Barrel's hand suddenly coiled around his waist. My heart beats more intensely.

Motor drove down the city of Surabaya which is still crowded. This city, it beats every second. There are still many people who choose to spend time outside friendly. On some corners of the sidewalk, insomniacs were engrossed in cigarettes, coffee and guitars. I felt the hand of Laras clutching my waist firmly, as if afraid of loss.

“You've eaten, Ras?” I asked, trying to break the ice between us.

“Udah Mas, was a little before leaving!”

“Hunger again?”

“No, Mas! But if Mas Abi is hungry continue to eat what is okay. I will befriend you! Looks like there are still food vendors at this time.”

“Not just do it! We go straight back to the contract. It's been a really good night!” my advice.

Actually I feel very tired, want to immediately rest the body that was beaten by a lot of work all day. Unfortunately I had to delay for a moment. I can't leave this girl alone in the wilds of Surabaya. After all, he kept a pinch of good memories in the past.

Suddenly I felt the helmet resting on my back. I'm worried, lest he get sleepy. Dangerous to a sleepy person. I'll slow down the motorcycle.

“Ras?” my many.

He does not reply.

I left the motorbike on the side of the road that was a little quiet. The atmosphere was rather dark, as there were no street lights to illuminate. Fortunately we are in a residential area, even though it is quiet.

True allegations. Sleepy barrel. His eyes closed when I checked his whereabouts.

“Ras? You sleepy?”

“Eh, sorry yes Mas! I am so tired today!” said nervous. His face was red with embarrassment. So did his eyes.

“Yes, hold the sleepy for a moment! It's close by. Later until immediately rest. Don't think of anything else first.” My advice.

“Iya Mas!”

I don't know why I feel pity. Laras reminds me of my sister. Or maybe it's a man's instinct to see a woman in distress, to care. We immediately went to the Laras boarding house. This time I felt the pressure getting stronger. My heart is getting rumbled.

No, Laras! Please don't! I am still weak in faith..

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