Boyfriend Lies

Clean Operation

There is no rest for a Dara. As soon as the door opened, I was required to pick up the dirty clothes scattered, then store them to the corner of the room. Before going to his room, Arman gave me a colored plastic bag. He understood that this task of cleaning would result in a large bag of trash. The spirit injection he gave was quite useful because this plastic bag certainly could accommodate all the things that Kak Bagas threw away.

The heart was filled to find all these food packets. There is no healthy food because all is instant. You can be sure his stomach is filled with similar foods every day. He was even seen collecting packets of instant noodles from various brands. Almost every corner of the room is filled with these packages. Not enough to get there, various types of soft drinks and contain artificial sweeteners contribute to meet the study table. He even forgot to turn off the paper printing machine. Not to mention the traces of laptop and cell phone chargers, all still attached to the socket.

"Well!" My eyes closed. I'm not upset, I feel sorry. Can imagine his daily life away from parents, siblings, and Dara. He must be exhausted after coming home. Not to mention, when hungry no one can be counted on to buy or make food.

"If Deket, Dara would clean up every day his room." If near.

Not wanting to drag on feeling pity, I went back to making movements. A fully filled garbage bag is first stored in the doorway. Deliberately have not thrown it away because I still have to tidy up the bed and study table Kak Bagas. I shifted the laptop and confirmed the position of the rolled speaker. What pity the fate of these little grey speakers. He was separated from his twin and sprawled alone on the floor.

After confirming this and that position, I continued the action to sweep and mop up the dusty room. The truth does not take long because the size of the room is not too big. Room fragrances provided by the owner of the index do not forget also I use. Now only the smell of lemon is as fragrant in all corners of the room. Hah, my work in eradicating the musty smell and smell of leftovers was successful within an hour.

This cleaning event has not stopped in Kak Bagas' room. I still have a lot to do, one of which is washing clothes. I brought along a pile of dirty clothes and a bag of washer litter. Lucky because the owner of indekos provide washing machines for tenants. So, I don't need the hassles of rubbing these dirty clothes.

Pause for a while because my job is to wait for the washing machine to finish operating. With no activity, I deliberately use the time left by resting myself. Immediately I stand myself on the bench provided. Not bad, my breath that had been boring so mengingan.

The silence made me think of an idea. "Did I cook for Bagas too, huh?" Before making a decision, I looked at the digital clock displayed on the phone screen. There is still a lot of time available, but the problem here .. is not too bad shopping to the vegetable stall? Fear of going all the way, I even got vegetables and fish leftover people's choice. Lucky because my thoughts did not last long. Brother Arman is approaching. Next to his hand was carrying a garbage package. Hah, it doesn't seem like I'm the only OPPIH here.

"Beres-beres, brother," I said as a greeting.

"Yes, here. My girl is coming too. Good thing to say." He grinned the horse.

"So congratulations, huh?" I chuckle.

"Yes, lah. It could be dangerous if he sees my room falling apart. I'm high on it."

I lowered my head, suddenly thinking of Brother Arman's words. Didn't Bagas think the same?

"But, Ra ...."

"Yes?" My head looked up again.

"Bagas is also usually neat, really. He's the most diligent in cleaning up among the others."

Nah, kan. His time at home was also neat, so I was confused.

"Yes, Brother. When Dara came to his house, his room was also neat. That's why I saw a bit of a shock, that's." I grimaced to re-imagine the condition of Kak Bagas' room before it was tidied up.

"I guess, the jumping effect of sif is like that."

"Jumping sif?" Whatisit?

"Yes, jumping. Jump sif. This week, if you're waiting again Bagas tuh working hours is not normal."

"Ah, masa, anyway?" I doubt that because it is clear that Kak Bagas' schedule is with me as well.

"Seriously. He's a day in the night, a day in the morning. There is no sif. I think his room is a mess because of that, deh. Kan, busy and tired twice as much as if kayak so continue."

Time yes, yes? Why didn't Bagas tell me there was a jump sif?

"But .. Try asking the person again. If according to my vision, that is. He's tired like that."

I nodded, keeping the sif jumping thing well in mind. I will ask later. If everything that Brother Arman said is true, then I should double give him understanding.

"Oh, yeah, maybe you want to drop some food. I'll buy it when I pick up Ayang."

"There's no greengrocer here, brother?"

"Lo want to cook?" He screamed so unexpectedly.

"Yes, the plan is so. There's a vegetable stall around here, right?"

"There, anyway. Just, yeah, it's ...."

"That's how?" Why is his speech floating?

Supposedly. Everywhere is the same. The vegetable stall of my home area is also so. If shopping is above nine, like the results of the show people.

"If there's a rice stall, brother?" At least, I should prepare the second option. As far as I know the area is difficult to reach online ojek, so no one provides inter-messaging service facilities.

"There, really. Bagas also if making rice like to buy the tea to warteg. The shop is behind this building."

"Hm ...." I thought for a second. If Kak Bagas often buy rice friends there, it means that the food he eats will be just that. The short thinking event got me to pull over at a decision. "I'll drop some food, brother."

"Not cooking?" He smiled amusedly.

"No. The first reason, fear not to get the seger vegetables. The second reason, if you buy rice friends in warteg is afraid Kak Bagas bosen."

"Yes! Your brain is diluted, Ra. So, what are you gonna drop off?"

"Pad rice two portions." Must be Bagas miss that, right? There are no rice stalls here.

"If fish?"

"One wears rendang, the other one wears chicken balado."

"okay." Brother Arman nodded in understanding.

"This is the money, brother." I started to shuffle my pants pocket.

"Ah, later, aja. The amount of money can be discussed later when I go home."

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After drying my clothes, I returned to Bagas' room. It was thought to rest, but it was immediately paused by seeing the paper division of Kak Bagas's working hours. Afraid of this paper wrong schedule, hurriedly my hand turned on the phone. Monthly work schedule that Kak Bagas always send via WhatsApp I open and I compare. All are the same, both in terms of month names, division of clock columns, to the names that are displayed. I am confused by the phrase jumping sif that was discussed Kak Arman. If indeed, yes, there is a jump in working hours, why is it not clearly written here? Obviously in the monthly schedule, Bagas Kak to sif part of the morning this week. What's wrong about? Why didn't Bagas tell you too?

My breath is heavy. In fact, thinking about endless things provokes fatigue to drowsiness. Good. I will ignore the issue of jumping sif and wait for Bagas to discuss it. While there is still time until he comes home, it helps me rest my body and eyes. Not bad charging, let stamina back fit fit fit to meet Ayang. Slowly I set the pillow, then lay my head on it. Wait a minute, just a minute. I'll fall asleep and get back in shape after Bagas goes home.

The short words I said earlier in fact did not have much effect. My sleep stopped because of a sway from someone. Realizing that the hand movement that woke me came from the owner of the room, my eyes hurriedly opened. Sure enough, kebablasan. Bagas is home. The intention to welcome him at the door failed.

I tried to be aware of the drowsiness by pulling myself out of a supine position. Bagas already looked at me and sat beside the bed complete with his dinner clothes.

"Just home?" I'm holding my broom with a smile. Finally, the figure I missed was in plain sight.

"Hm, from here?"

"From ...morning," I answered with joy.

"Why not say it first? You're getting the edge of it."

Ye? Why don't you call me adek? Ah, maybe he forgot.

"intentionally. If you say it wasn't a surprise, the name."

She's speechless. The song was a little quieter, when he should have been surprised and hysterical because the boyfriend came.The silence that filled us made me think of Kak Arman.

"Son Arman has come?" tanyaku because they want to eat rice padang immediately with Kak Bagas.

"Udah," he answered briefly with a weak nod.

"okay." I hurried to lower my legs. Prepare to escape from Kak Bagas' room and take our lunch rations. "Come, Brother. Dara was pesen--"

"We break, yuk!"

"Huh?" Break it? Break what is it?

"We break," he repeated. "I'm not tired of this relationship."

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