Don't Say SORRY

11

What courage did Bree get because he was usually silent. The vocalist received three virgin flower palms.

"Wow!" One of the personnel called out to approach the mic stand.

Even a little unison music is allowed.

"Thank you, Deli liana and her friend."

Eh?

Amazed by the name called echoing through the mic, Bree stared more focused on the vocalist. His brows were clinging and fixedly staring at the face of the man in front who was smiling widely greeting him with the code of eyes and head.

"Pick's Mask?" Bree was still aware the music was playing and the vocalist nodded with a smile while singing.

"I'm down! Thanks, thanks." Bree clenched his front palm face goodbye to the personnel, passing away from the stage terrace.

"Know, Bre?"

"Old victory."

"Well! Not yes."

"Lack of greget."

It was indeed luck siding with Bree. Embarrassed. Shame oath. But it could be the reason his name is called without an identifier on the body. Pangling, it turns out it's Taufik. Duh! The head pulsates like a running sport.

This time the song is too short.

The taste I tucked

Hopefully able to melt

the owner of that smile

There are various ways I will try

So that I won't lose

the view from that smile

And I can say be my lover

it'll make you a lot better

Trust me

"..., huhuuh. Trust me ...."

"Trust me .... My soul for you ...."

Life is too short

For you to miss

without trying my love

And I can say be my lover

it'll make you a lot better

Trust me

Trust me

My soul for you

Life is too short

For you to miss

without trying my love

Too short a fill tonight. Just as the band on stage played other music and from other bands that were also timeless, Taufik's voice paused the lyrics calling out Bree.

By singing again, coding, his right hand is like writing to the left hand that stands holding the mic, then the right finger is coding the phone near the ear.

Bree knows the cue.

"Still old contact!" The stupid shame.

Still with clear lip movements in the emphasis slowly, but this time the loud voice almost shouted. He understood Taufik wanted to ask for a phone number, their communication was long gone, Bree never changed his number. Is there a problem with Taufik's phone? Let's not let the contact disappear. Ah, they're still friends at IG.

Taufik nodded giving a thumbs up then waved. Bree stepped among the herd that ended the night together. Long nights are impossible to spend because the body needs rest to welcome the spirit of tomorrow's movement.

"Can't you know, Bre?" ask Levi.

"Well dig," said Surya.

"Mas Taufik used to be with Temenku, in the village. We know because of my friend."

At school in the village, Bree joined Bude and rarely went out to play. Friends visit home more often. Taufik also came. They actually live in this province. Bree wandered here too they met several times.

"Old story, yes, story," Sari said.

The busyness of each makes a long time not to meet and slowly lost communication. Taufik opened a cafe in a neighboring province, in the adjoining district.

"Thank you, uh, Mas Surya."

"Why, thank you to me."

"If it wasn't you the stove, where might I explode forward."

"Dakkens!"

"Your parable lo, Del," said Ilham.

"You speak, Nduk" said Alby.

Enter the North ring road exciting ball chat. Enter the area near ALIF plan nobar in-cup! Cancel break!

Surya said goodbye home. Levi and Alby come down just take the bike. Bree is left in the car carried by Ilham and Sari to the house. Bree refuses but Sari, Ilham, and Alby's invitation rounds himself up ...,

"Yawes."

In the past Ilham house was crowded with blind children. It means a stopover place for employees who are lazy to travel home far away. Or employees who after a lazy monthly briefing are aloof, choose to spend time with a salary envelope virgins to drink evil or eat. Though the briefing must be there is more than the number of scratched foods head. When you're done, thank God. No end, the circumference of sharing is caring.

Occasional briefings are also held out. The house also has regular monthly studies. Prayer time for faithful non-Muslim pilgrims set aside in another corner, anteng, yes eat brains or mobile phones yes rem nyender wall. Not left behind the activity of still sharing is caring and hiling the congregation. The kitchen is certainly crowded by shared pleasure. Yes, a memorable office house brings together a variety of characters. Spilling complements each other.

Now the crowd is neat on the album, framed the color of each slide, stored eternally in the soul. This house is now a comfortable residence for halal lovers in the name of Ilham and Sari.

"If laper again, cook noodles, Ma'am. I'm not cooking. He he."

"Come on, Ri."

"There's lettuce, Del."

"Yes deng, dalem fridge. If you want to sleep, go first."

Alternately wash the bathroom. Alby and Levi came, knowing from the sound of their motorbike entering the courtyard of the house.

"At least until dawn" continued Sari.

"Ball. I'm sure most inspirational bablas dreams really." Bree sneered.

"You to, Del," said Ilham.

"Kuwi am you" said Levi.

"I brought mi, Bri. Your stomach was rumbling again?" alby said, put a black crisp bag on the long chair near the head of the leseh mattress.

"There is a coke here." Inspiration turned to Alby who entered the bathroom.

"Flooded."

Bree opened the bag and found that it contained cigarettes and chocolate sachets in addition to instant noodles. Chocolate sachets and noodles boiled chicken special Bree pride.

"I boiled water, yes" Bree said. "You want coffee, you guys? Ri, want some tea?"

"I'm out of bed, Ma'am. Wait a fluff."

If Bree had done so, it would have followed.

"That's all right?" Inspiration offers.

"It hurts my body. Not unusual, except Mbah Ijah subscriptions in the village."

"I'm coffee, Bre!"

"Me, Del?"

Bree turned to Alby who nodded. In the kitchen there are two kinds of coffee sachets, Bree poultice what for whom.

"The copy of the item is still in the closet, ma'am."

"Well, this is, there is."

Bree wants to drink the chocolate Alby bought. While waiting for the world cup show time, the four sat casually by the door, connecting the puff of cigarette smoke. Bree ferried into the kitchen. It just so happened that the massage lady came, and made her some hot tea.

Along with four glasses on the table, two drinking glasses are included, hot tea and plain water for the Mother. Bree doesn't feel good knocking on the door.

"No cooking, Bre?"

"Eat, Lev?"

"No. You're laper?"

"Let's be laper again. It's over, and then."

"So don't wrap it up there, Del?"

"If not a hodgepodge, I'm not cool. Poor lo, my sop is idle."

Finally it's annoying. Cook in the morning, just breakfast. Outside activities until the afternoon. Roki stopped by to eat, Bree bargained for a meal at CofiNet was refused. Manasin sop, want to eat clogged tausiah Alby, keep pulled hanging out. Alby pointed out some food from the menu list, uh, want a hodgepodge. Indeed hungry stomach, his intention after hanging out directly eat. It's hanging outside again.

The four of them sat in front of the television. Start the silent action. Bree, who was basically quiet just listening to the broadcast, leaned back and head on his back seat, staring at the ceiling. Occasionally whispers of the three men had accompanied the event.

The door of the room opened and Sari appeared followed by Mbak massage.

"Mbak, drink the tea. There's water too." Bree pointed at the table with his thumb. The other glass is clean from the table so it is not difficult to direct.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Sari led to the guest bench, sat down for a moment to accompany her. After drinking the massage Mba say goodbye, Sari entered the bathroom.

"Sir, haven't eaten yet?" Sari asked Bree.

"Still cook it. You want what?"

"I want to sleep. That, I'll fall asleep at most." Sari laughed a little at Ilham.

"Usually." Levi chuckled.

"If sleepy, sleep room, Ma'am. I'm going in first."

There are 3 rooms in this house, one of which is the main room used by Sari and Ilham.

"Thank you, Ri."

The men's mischief began to soften softly in a quiet atmosphere. The television volume has also been shrinking since. Bree seemed to focus on seeing and listening even though he never understood the game. But his brain easily catches a little and coolly follows the course of the match.

A cup of coffee is made to simply divert the saturated. Previously cleaned the guest table and cleaned the sink that piled up laundry. Now two room lights are turned off leaving a spotlight from the kitchen lights and a television screen highlight. Bree sat back down.

"Eat, Bri?" Alby turned to the left side at Bree who was sitting facing him.

"Males cook." Bree half whined with a fizzy look like he whined for something.

"Keep meaning you want a dimasakin?" The collapsed Inspiration looked to the right side, finding Bree smirking nodding.

"Mariju." Ilham looked back ahead to the television without caring for Bree Manyun.

Levi laughed softly at Bree, Alby was just giddy. Both of them turned to the right side. The television made him ignored. If Alby wasn't with his friends, he would have gone cooking even for Bree.

Not long the door of the room sounded checklek handle, Sari went out and entered the bathroom. Surprised that the bathroom door was closed, Levi turned to the left at once with Alby throwing a glance at each other. Bree just watched them. Levi had seen the direction of the bathroom then returned on the screen tivi to the right.

Again, the bathroom door that opened like quickly closed and the room door closed tight. Alby and Levi turned to the door that was locked from the room. A moment to look at Bree like sculpting alone without moving a lazy head leaning, then staring at Ilham who turned out to sleep soundly just a little moving because of the slamming of the door.

Levi coded Alby's head, replying to the same head code. They both do not understand what is happening. Bree also thought whether the soft sound was still disturbing, he knew the room would not catch the soft sound of the vestibule.

"Wome, Bi?" Bree is not feeling well.

"Ess this?"

I don't know, Bree's not feeling well, it's also bothering them. Inspiration seemed to open his eyes.

"Congratulations, Bri?" ask Ilham.

"Not yet."

"Laper, definitely. It's cooking."

Is Inspiration unconscious?

Bree noticed Levi who was also distracted. Hope to bring her home. But it seems the three of them are still watching the ball. They returned unpretentious, Bree began to worry about even igniting a cigarette waiting.

Not yet finished, Levi moved to wash the glass and say goodbye to home. Bree looked at him and even got a wave of his hand. Wanted to come home, not good with Alby. Alby was still sitting.

Until the ball is finished finally Alby helps Ilham clear the place. Bree washes his glass as well as Alby and Ilham's glasses. It's grim! Alby seemed cool sitting chatting with Ilham. Are they not tired? Alby himself should have thought, this was ignoring Bree who was staring pleading. Bree was silent not much to disturb the chatter of the two.

After the dawn of the Adhan, Alby took her home. Bree really wanted to be angry with the attitude of the man he had known all along. Of course Bree was also angry with himself who did not dare to start speaking up.

Alby passed the cafe and took breakfast. Chicken porridge on the stadium road became a destination. Levi came, it turns out the two made an agreement through a mobile phone. They alluded to the incident at Ilham's house and both still did not know Sari's intentions.

"Do I sound like I'm slamming a fucking bell?" Bree kok deg-degan.

"No. No noise at all."

"For me."

If you think Sari is tired and not feeling well. Maybe lost the Inspiration beside her sleeping.

They ate chicken porridge with another topic.

***

One week passed after the incident Sari is known to be sensitive. Bree was stunned staring at the cafe tablet. The WA of the group made him believe there was a problem with Sari.

Yesterday Bree sent a message informing him of some stocks to spend but got no response unless the checkmark was read only. Bree doesn't bother thinking Sari must be busy. And today found in the group Ilham mentioned the name of one of the operators about the stock.

Levi [Try Bre]

Rian [It was noted Bri and yesterday has not received a response. But there were some materials that followed empty]

Bree is indeed more detailed in stock records. What needs to be purchased first and what can be proposed according to the budget.

Since the owner took care of the pesantren, Sari received a stock report to spend. Bree did not care about Sari's silence, handing over the stock records to the operator who made the report, it was immediately responded to. It is not good if directly through the owner is considered not to appreciate Sari. It turned out that Sari did not appreciate it.

"Bro, please re-record." Rian approached Bree.

Bree and Rian began to note down the details. Bree opened his message sent to Sari to research the notes though it was still fresh in mind what to spend yesterday. Habit of researching because he might forget to leave something.

"Have you done it?" Rian smiled as he watched the message for Sari was read but it was the last message without reply. Of course the sender is Bree because cafe tablets are rarely held by operators.

Bree glanced at Rian and smiled back.

"Is something?" Rian got an answer just a twitch of the shoulder.

Old employees know Sari's temperament. This is the third time Sari has acted to her husband's employees.

"Do I need to tell you the same thing? I'm confused what's wrong with being silent on this job? Disturb comfort."

"According to the common good, it's necessary."

"I'm hankering. Not good."

"It's more unpleasant to silence discomfort."

Rian's right. Bree talked about it later, he served the customer next to Rian who still had details.