Don't Say SORRY

05

Alby sat watching Bree in front of him. Bree lit his cigarette. The store was crowded, had guessed that it would wait a long time, it turned out wrong, two cups of coffee came according to the order earlier.

"Bri, next time not too often at the boarding house. Your herd of guys, well, even if it's a girl friend, stay less there."

"Why?"

"It's more comfortable to sleep in your own place, right."

"Yes." Yeah." Bree thought so too.

"What does Irzi drink?"

"No." Bree understands what Alby means. "Me and Irzi are clean."

"okay."

"When did you stop suspecting my friends?"

Alby placed his cigarette in the ashtray, changing his seat leaning towards Bree.

"There are things that can't be said with words. Here," Alby pointed to his chest, "need no excuse. Some grow without us knowing. Bri," Alby drew closer to Bree, "never ask again, I don't understand myself, as much as it's necessary to take care of Bri."

They're staring. Silence is the way both take. Bree was flabbergasted to get Alby's smile in the midst of her seriousness in understanding the man. Bree returned Alby's smile.

"Stop coffee, keep going again."

Bree's phone rang and he picked up received the phone. Alby watched Bree seem to listen to his opponent chat.

"Can. Come on later." Bree quits, puts the phone in his bag.

"Continue walking?"

"Corn." Bree gulped down the rest of his coffee, then moved on. "Thank you A', come on!"

"Nuhun, Neng."

"Yo, bro."

"Nuhun, bro."

Alby followed Bree out of the store. Stealing the view to find Bree looks spirit up in the parking lot.

"So friend's appointment again?"

"don't know. See you later."

The answer that made Alby nervous. A reckless girl.

The ride feels long, Alby takes the bike to relax, but Bree enjoys. They double everything as long as they get caught by the eye. Alby enjoys the carefree babbling of the girl in his bonnet. He takes Bree to a hill in the north, stopping at a small park crowded with food and drink carts.

Alby ordered siomay and young coconuts. Watching Bree standing near Lesehan on the edge of the park, focusing like typing something. Bree was exchanging messages and only turned his head for a moment when he was about to sit down.

Alby approached watching Bree drink. The item was removed from the bag. Alby received an extended drinking bottle and took turns drinking the juice after sitting down.

"You're so stingy, Bri."

Bree smiled at Alby. Do not like milk, but mixed coffee or juice still receive with a little comparison. The milk used by the cafe is pure.

Two blisters full of siomay stuffing came accepted Alby. Boil meatballs starch, tofu whites, eggs, potatoes and fried dumplings are given Bree. Alby chose complete with kobis and boiled bitter melon which certainly did not like Bree. The nut seasoning is legit savory. A little sweet from soy sauce. The texture of the sauce is too smooth. The meat is chewy and savory mackerel. Once stirred, the aroma of mackerel and orange leaves out.

Two bowls of young coconut followed. Dredge abundant coconut meat plus basil seeds and caramel. Honey without ice cubes. Alby restricts the consumption of ice in the morning and afternoon. The sauce is pure coconut water is thick sour and sweet electrolyte blend sweet palm light. The flesh of his sheep was dredged thick, crisp and savory.

"Thank you, Bi."

"Together."

Alby chuckled at Bree's back side with Bree spontaneously turning his head, "Astaghfirullah!"

A monkey boy gasped at Bree's shock, exactly equally shocked. The monkey boy swerved around the laughing man. Then looked at the owner of the bag he was still holding. Bree just realized his bag is still stuck on his shoulder. Nothing valuable there.

"I don't bring anything for you to eat, nyet." Bree looked at Alby. "Is he allowed to eat bread?" Bree looked back at the cute little monkey.

Tiny hands brawl the bag, staring at the owner occasionally stealing the bag's gaze. Alby saw the stew cart, usually beans, corn, yam, was about to buy food for the little monkey who was hoping for Bree.

"Mom! Mas! There's corn!"

Alby stood up to meet a young mother who preceded him, timidly giving up a lump of corn if spontaneously captured by monkeys.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Alby peels the shovel, letting Bree serve the monkey. Sure enough, little monkeys can't wait to grab corn.

"Please take my bag."

Bree cleaned the corn hair, away from the little monkey who started to take off his bag. The little monkey took a step forward, then sat down near the bowl waiting for the corn.

"Printer." Alby stroked Bree's head.

"Cock me!"

"Oh, wrong! Pinter." Alby stroking the monkey boy's head.

If Bree is painstaking, eager to adopt. This monkey wails patiently waiting. Bree scan around. Look up at the trees.

"Is he alone?"

Alby looked up and dyed. "The same parent." Knowing Bree looking for his direction. "On the swing next to the corner."

Bree found a large monkey mapped his son's fur. Busy looking for fleas on the swing in the farthest corner of the park.

"Relatedly she's a mother? When's the acquaintance, Bi?"

"Insting a man on a childless widow."

Both chuckle. Sounds ridiculous. Bree split the corn into two halves. Give a piece to the monkey child who briefly stood impatiently grabbed the corn, then sat back down and began to eat it.

"You play by yourself? Look for your Mbok, bad boy."

Alby laughs to see Bree eating another piece. The monkey also looked at the corn in Bree's hand while eating the corn in his own hand.

"Snake! Why are they eaten."

"Mbak, will? There's still corn!" exclaim the giver who turned out to be paying attention.

Bree was embarrassed, squinting at Alby. Alby's voice just now of course sayup-sayup was heard up there. Sweet and warm corn. Bree chewed on it while continuing to stare at the visibly anxious Alby.

"You?"

"Make Bri."

Alby stroked the monkey's head to chat, directed his way of eating, followed the fallen corn kernels to be thrown into the side of the ground garden. Alby painstakingly and gently advised while the monkey listened while eating. Perhaps others who saw, already like mother father and son, Bree amusedly imagined it.

Seeing the ravenous monkey almost gone, Bree speeded. Like race. The monkey looked at his cornbob, then turned to Bree's hand, whose grip revealed a clean cornbob of sweet seeds. The monkey looked at Alby who was happy to receive the hump.

"Thank you."

Bree's hand was taken and placed in Alby's hand.

"Okay, I threw it away."

The monkey boy passed into the park, without saying goodbye, without sitting for a moment after eating. Oh well, the mischief of SMP, after eating away. Pay Mak canteen first, naaakk ....

Bree took off his bag and took out a cigarette with a lighter. Waiting for Alby to scoop up the sambal for siomay.

"User's complaint about speed hasn't been resolved."

"Your technique is still working elsewhere."

"Automatic ride the billing, Bi?"

"Not much, Bri." Alby put away his container seeing Bree almost scooping the fourth time.

"The billing rate is definitely going up."

Bree spent his siomay. Alby feeds the boiled potatoes into Bree's mouth, which the youngest takes a bribe. After Alby bribes himself, Bree returns to feed the rejecting Bree. Alby put the mouth in his own mouth.

Bree ate young coconuts while sipping jam bread from the tapak. Alby was astonished, his snacks were gluttonous but eating rice suddenly seemed like he wanted to vomit. Alby was already full, once again bribing siomay, Bree still refused.

The day is getting hotter in the distance the paved road looks hot. The wind of the hill was quite fresh. Angsana trees and trembesi trees shade the garden to the surroundings. Families with kids.

Alby enjoys smoking suction observing around. His gaze fell on Bree who looked up. Himself looked up. Beautiful yellow flowers on each branch. Alby followed Bree's eyes turning to the round cart, the unwelcome one.

"You?"

Bree was like being in his own mind enjoying the inertia. Alby's voice made him turn his head, then immediately lowered his head. Alby had seen Bree's eyes glazed over before being diverted. There will be no words.

The petals of the angsana flower fall between the shade of the crown of leaves. The round cart becomes the center of the shade of the eye that is absorbing the taste. Which Alby knows is wedang round not faforit Bree.

"Jajan again, Bri?"

The voice in front spread a rumble in the chest. Bree turned to Alby while changing his seat to face the road. Spread both feet with a long breath.

"No. I'm full."

The wind rubbed the fire defense from the match to the end of the cigarette that Bree had ignited. Alby pulls out cigarettes and matches from Bree to help ignite them.

"Forgot to say, Bi, please. Is that so?"

"Thank you, Bi."

Wedang ronde reminds him of the house and the figure he is supposed to protect. Bree controls emotions. Alby smiled as Bree smiled back at him. Alby likes Bree's happy face.

The girl with the nose that the Javanese call dhempok has attracted attention. His hair was drowning in the wind. May tickle the face, many times the owner rubs back and scratches the cheek.

Alby took a hair tie out of his bag. Her hair was once long. She crouched behind Bree, twisting her hair out of volume and limp with her hands. Make him impatient because strands of hair always escape from the hand, a little snapping makes the owner jerked.

"Your hair is exactly an eel that's hard to hold. It's like having."

Alby recalls the first time Bree Deli Liana entered the cofinet with a formal yet simple appearance. The plain chambray shirt is inserted in jeans with a plain buckle box belt in sneaker boots. Without face polish. Hair tight.

Alby and Johan, who were sitting down to interview, both confirmed the photos on the ID card, on the CV and in Ijasah. The eyes, nose, lips are the same, just a photo of a hooded head, a piercing cheek and narrow eyes. Eyes are still plain. Bree's funny in the picture.

"Liana. Called pretty. But the appearance of a man once."

The eastern man is honest. Johan chuckled, making Bree smile. Bree is spontaneous and does not hesitate to face new people.

"Sorry, call Bri aja, Bang. I'm comfortable like this."

At that moment Bree answered every question sternly and calmly. But his chest seemed to be pumping breath quickly seemed nervous even though he tried to master himself. His questions were answered with simple words of reason.

Alby's reverie was scattered by a king motorbike stopped at Sabrang, near the bakwan kawi cart. Two king motors make noise at some point stop over the park area. Bree's view leads there.

"The road king's fierce performance, aaaarrrgg!!!"

Alby looked back at Bree's hand. Laugh slowly and start smoking.

"Albi likes rx king?"

"He likes to want to, not really. Asked likes to have, if I'm the only one. I even keki kerenger geber-geber passing," explained Alby.

"that's one of the settings. Bri like?" continued.

"Same. Ordinary aja. But there are memories of time with maserto. Cengpat," Bree pointed out four fingers, "precisely safe passage without a helmet."

Bree and three friends in a row with rx king explored several locations in each city. Without knowing time. Even one who wants to go where, of course they are always the four everywhere.

"Friendly place, beach, to church, to mosque, ngecengin waria mangkal. Different school uniforms, neat clothes and condangan, to formal clothes yes fawning when it's just mas Are pas want a job interview, yes I'm just another colloran bludus smell of iler."

Masberto means tattooed society. His gaze is opposite in nature, not fierce but good at mewek. Bree has been friends with men since childhood. A man who never took Bree off in protection.

Once her flock was upset when Bree sent a message asking to be picked up, afraid that someone familiar was clearly embracing and occasionally putting a hand on her thigh. Bree just told me he was at camp one of the people his friends would know, along with another who was like a close-knit himself. But in the minds of his friends, Bree will be harassed.

Bree was increasingly uncomfortable choosing to go out, which made the door suspicious again as it was deliberately detailed. His hand was pulled up excuse later must have been driven home rather than walking far away alone at night. Bree was heard talking loud and forced not to return to camp. Suddenly from behind the bush and behind the banana trees his flock scattered to find. Unexpected concealment due to dark conditions.

"They're like seeing the situation before you meet at the door."

"Yes." Yeah."

Facing it one on one, but after that caused a commotion until the arrival of troops ready for war from several gangs stronghold of the harasser as well as the victim witness stronghold. Until the police deal. When it becomes a story ascertained while crying. Bree who wasn't there was always watching a video when some of his friends were crying.

There is another story of losing Bree who left home disappointed with his Papa. Want to work but economic shortcomings are not easy to have a residence card and work support files. To the envy of the younger brother whose first son was filled with his desire to buy shoes. Not shoes for school purposes but blue sneakers for styles.

Also the story left behind Bree wander out of the province. His mother told of a Johan whose body was covered with tattoos and an Angga whose body was sturdy hardworking who had been crying out that the only girl in their union was always reckless. Feeling respected and protected, Bree is grateful for them, although often amused themselves.