BUDUBYNSITTERS
GUNDERUWO
The car has sped out of the office and cut off enough roads on this day, I am Astrit, the devil, I said, also the office driver is now on his way to Bandung to check back on the completed building project.
Boss and mbak astrit are still drowning with their own world. Busyness is like being the closest friend who always follows and becomes his own opium for a workholic person like my cruel boss. I kept ignoring it, I finally said
"What bosses do?"
"......" No answer. He was immediately permanently silent.
"Astrit's sister is busy what the hell?" I said raise a question to the astrit.
"......" None of them answered
"Can't you explain what my job will be?" I said to ask the boss.
"Follow the current" he said was concisely dense and unclear.
"Yes, ellah tong, don't you think what fish?" my words murmured with a free plan to break the silence anyway their mouths are walled neatly
I didn't know what to do and got bored because I was just eating the window while singing random songs that I didn't know were true - not the lyrics and tone that I played that obviously sat as quiet as people stupid is able to kill, I play the water droplets to create small bubbles in the glass of a rain car plus congestion is one of the problems that is quite large.
Congestion can also not be avoided all cars and motorcycles creep looking for blame in order to crawl leaving another point of ketitik but yes the name of congestion is not ignored by both of them finally fall asleep soundly but suddenlysuddenly the sound of my phone interrupt and disrupt their activities.
with half awareness and with a typical hoarse voice people wake up finally make me pick up the phone without knowing the caller.
"Hello assalamualaikum"
"....."
"Who?" I said as I rubbed my eyes and gathered the remnants of consciousness.
"Bella"
"...."
"What the hell?"
"...."
"Ooogh siboss's wife"
"......"
"Mm why mbak?" ask me after just gathering half my consciousness
"......"
"Whatt"
"......"
" Yes this is the same father heading to bandung "
"......"
"Geez, my mom called my mother-in-law?"
"......"
"......."
"OK, be patient, ma'am"
"......."
"Oh ma'am I can't promise, mom just wait for me yeah "
"....."
"Don't yell, don't yell my dong following this panic" my screams were unstoppable.
"......."
"OK okay take a breath exhale yes ma'am like that yaa calm calm okay mom patient yes ma'am I otw there" said I finally and turn off the phone unilaterally
"Turn back sir" I ordered instantly.
"Don't keep going" said dimas calmly but there was pressure in every sentence his sign did not want to be denied.
"Bini lo will be born bego "
" Pak turn around the spout"
"No"
The debate between us continued with his intense gaze Dimas kept warning me not to break his orders but I told him I was his employee who had long been a rebel.
I continued to rebuke him with all the insults but there was not a single word in his words to refute or defend himself, he let me grate him as much as Astrit who from the beginning was only a spectator among us was quite angry because the first time I saw my courage humbling his boss openly but the face of fear dominated the her beautiful face was, while the driver of the tangent had to follow which command
"Pak stopped at the stop in front of it sir" I ordered once again.
"No" he answered.
"The basis of madness, your heart and conscience are pawned where the hell lo orok will be born noh, ouhh pak cepet sebelom bisnya ninggalin stop"
"I didn't want you" he said
the debate is still going on but in the end the driver listened more to my wishes than the siboss with humanitarian reasons he drove the car to be right behind the bus that will take me back to Jakarta.
then he again said "dare you get out of the car the dismissal letter that picked you up" he threatened but did not shake my original intentions.
my throat has been perfectly round so that before getting out of the car I took the time to express my thoughts. I felt dead sense so no matter what the future effects will be like I said again
"Aiesss up to you deh, anyway I do not want to live in regret of the back business if you fire me bye mbak astrit I titip job yes" my message
I immediately grabbed my bag and set foot to leave them to the bus that was still waiting for the passengers and without a word I had been sitting comfortably in one of the seats and I saw the car that I had been riding now darting just go away but tell someone who was our driver.
I'm sure the devil kicked him out for some ridiculous reason and in the end we both actually took the bus to get back to Jakarta.
"KESARAT" I said once again when the bus finally moved.
