Centrifugals
Eps. 2: Strangers
As usual I work in the department store, this time I am in the second shift schedule which starts from four afternoons to twelve nights. Very late indeed, but what can do.
Kinan, my co-worker this time told me about a customer who recently often bought a lot of goods from our department store, he was so enthusiastic about this customer, because since this customer came, since, our sales are on a rapid rise.
"Do you know Ram? It turns out that mbak who often shop a lot of it residents of the new apartment in front of us you know!" Kinan said excitedly. Oh yes, by the way My department store is located in front of an Apartment that can be said to have existed earlier than this department store.
"Oh yeah? Good dong, can-can sales us to help every time he's shopping, should we be fine him." At that time I was tidying up money.
"Gue ngiri really Ram same her, already beautiful, tajir mampus anyway! Maddened... I am so happy to be him." Kinan continued, this time I just smiled without saying a word.
Then, not long after, miraculously the woman Kinan was telling us about came to our department store.
"Good night, please shop." Welcome me and Kinan.
It turns out that Kinan is not wrong, this woman is really beautiful and her body is good like a model, the perfume she wears can also make the entire store so fragrant, so good, at once I looked at Kinan with an amazed expression, and Kinan whispered... "Kan, what did I say!" Said happy.
I also unconsciously so pay attention to women who are about a little older than me, he has shimmering black hair, exotic face typical of Indonesian women, sweet, sweet, beautiful at the same time.
Approximately after 20 minutes of picking things up while on the phone with someone, he went to the cashier's desk to pay for all his things that turned out to be a lot as Kinan said. So many, I had to intervene to help Kinan enter the goods he scanned into the shopping bag.
After a nominal 850 thousand penetrating groceries came out of the cash register screen, the expression of this woman just smiled while issuing her credit card without needing to know how much discount, or what voucher, or what, he doesn't care! He paid and...
"Can you help me carry my bag of groceries, right? I don't think I can take it all at once." He said to me, I was surprised to immediately say yes and went to the cashier table, then brought three bags of groceries.
"Yes, brother." Answer me aloud.
This woman threw her smile again, she kindly said, "sorry, so take care of you."
I shook my head, "not at all, brother."
He chuckled, "okay, come with me."
I quickly glanced at Kinan, and Kinan blinked his eyes while giving a thumbs up.
"Strush Ram!" His whisper.
We walked together, both, in the hallway of the apartment that was quiet night, occasionally he glanced at me kindly, while I could only throw a faint smile shyly. The distance between me and him was really no gap, his face was very tight, and from this distance, all the way I smelled was just the smell of his perfume.
The silence between us broke because he started the conversation.
"Have you worked in that department store for a long time, Rama?" Ask in a sweet voice.
I'm surprised how he knows my name?
But I didn't pay attention to it because I was nervous about dying.
"It's been a long time, brother." Answer me in the end.
"Hmm so, you didn't go to college?"
"I'm less able to make college sis, so Abis graduated high school straight to work."
Over time our chatter more fluid and flowing, although most of him who throw questions, I still happily answer everything.
"Darguably, you paid for all your family members?"
"That's how brother."
"What is your father?"
"My father died a few years ago."
This woman directly rested her palm on my shoulder, "sorry yes Rama." He said, I'm getting nervous, "i-yes it's okay."
"It must be heavy so the backbone of the only family, where else if work in the department store there must be a money out, right?"
"Yes right."
"I am also the first child, Rama. And you know what? My background is the same as yours, my father died when I was in high school, and my mother worked desperately after that, once I graduated High School, I worked as a barista while in college." Obviously at length, I didn't think he would open up so quickly like a stranger.
"Well, that's really cool, brother!"
"It's nothing, you also have to be strong, yes, life is a fight, a strong one that will survive. If you let your guard down, there will be a lot of people ready to stab you in the back."
"Yes, my real brother."
A second later I immediately ngeh, heavy also means the struggle he yes.
I also ventured to ask questions for the first time.
"Now, what would his older brother do if he knew?"
His face immediately glared at the ceiling.
"Hm... Actually now I am enjoying the results of my desperate work, so if you ask now what I do, yes... I'm not unemployed, but my savings are enough until I reach 100 years old, if I am still alive! Haha..."
Maddened. I swear by anything I immediately said in my heart, "gue should know more!"
"Soath brother?! What was my sister doing?" I said, I'm hunting more and more times if it's been related to money problems.
"There is a Rama, a secret! Haha." Answer with a dirty face. I became lemes... Fail
"Ohh hahaha... Sorry brother."
And at the end of our conversation, we arrived in front of his apartment room. I immediately put the groceries where he wanted, and immediately said goodbye, but... Not a step away, he called.
"Waiting rama!"
"Yes brother?"
"Hmm, can I ask you a favor?"
"What is that brother?"
At once he also gave me his business card which he took out of his wallet.
"Later you chat me yeah, hmm... Only if I need anything can you get anther here maybe?"
"Oh yes you can, of course you can."
He threw a smile again, "okay, I'll ask your shift first yes before the request for groceries."
"Yes, brother, I must be anterin if you take care of me." I returned a smile.
"Okay Rama, thank you very much!"
"Together brother."
And I also passed away.
Along the way, I immediately noticed a white business card with black ink bearing the name Grace Victoria, not only that... I had a heart gymnastics because I was surprised by five pieces of money a hundred thousand that turned out to be tucked under the business card.
I was stunned while shutting my mouth, crazy, the tip money was broken by five hundred thousand. He's not just anyone!
Grace Victoria, I'm gonna try to take her so much deeper until I can figure out what she's doing before she gets this rich.
I walk with dumbstruck, my delusion has flown far into the middle of nowhere, thinking about what I can do if it is already in the position like him.
Ah want to go crazy!
...***...
Arriving at the department store, Kinan was waiting for news from me, he was enthusiastic at the cashier table with sparkling eyes.
"Where is he? Not friendly? Not cool? The room is really fancy, isn't it?"
I smiled shyly while nodding, and I immediately put a packet of rice field full package of Kinan's favorite on the cashier table.
Kinan squinted, "lo dapet tip huh? Why me!"
I laughed, "not much really, hehe, just buy two full-packed rice fields." Which is so much more.
"Huh, jeez... Thanks to Ram!"
"Yes yes..."
...***...
On the way home, I decided to immediately save Grace's number to my contacts, and at that time I ventured to chat to her number to let her know if she had saved it.
The response turned out to be friendly even though only through chat, after that I did not reply anymore and stepped foot towards the house with certainty.
...***...
Because tomorrow my schedule is in shift two again, I so have a chance to stay up tonight, as usual I open my account on twitter, so I have a chance to stay up late tonight, an account where I could hide from this boring real life and turn into a fun person, was also free.
If in the real world I am introverted, on twitter I can be extroverted easily. It was as if I had two personalities that I could change as I pleased.
Tonight, as usual, a friend of mine named Vivi contacted me via chat, and it turns out that chat I've been through a few days now, automatically I immediately chat back Vivi in the hope she can be online again soon.
Oh yes, I know Vivi from the creepy account that we often comment on the content of the thread, and it turns out a little we have in common in some things, such as music genres, movies, and so on, and hobbies things smell creepy.
Minutes have passed, and Vivi did not visit online, I also decided to move from twitter to online games that I like to play.
But... When I was about to log in, Vivi showed up replying to my chat.
Speaking of Vivi, she and I both hide our identities, so I don't know what Vivi looks like, and Vivi doesn't know what I look like either. One thing we only tell you is our names, every time we chat, we usually tell everything we've been through these weeks, roughly speaking, more or less so. So the unique thing about our relationship is, we can understand each other even though the things we talked about were not explained in detail. Everything flows from the beginning of the chat until the end of the chat.
A little background from Vivi, this is clearly a young painter who is starting his career, fighting half-dead for his dream with a broken home family.
We are the same on many sides, one of which is about the ambition of each.
My ambition is to have a lot of money and live freely enough, while Vivi's ambition is to live free from the constraints of her family is very toxic.
So we both want to be free from the entanglements of our lives.
Vivi once told me, "Ram, I'm already more and more bodo my life, like I die now is already dead. The only thing I really like is painting, the rest is nothing. I've tried all sorts of ways to escape my family's addiction to me, but they'll never stop until I'm dead."
Vivi was born into a large family where all the last names of her family members had degrees, while Vivi did not, she could only go to college and have degrees, but Vivi's life path was not at all. Just like the artists out there, Vivi poured all kinds of stress of life and depression through paintings, from paintings, Vivi healed slowly.
If it can be analogized, Vivi is like a sick person who is imprisoned. He will never be healed before he is free.
That's Vivi.
We continued to exchange messages until the morning, I was a good listener, so maybe that's why we were close friends all this time, despite being both hiding from false identities, he said, I know Vivi's a good guy.
