DOOR NO.7

PART 20 - 3RD FLOOR

I've been spending almost 1 week here, but I'm not familiar with the next door neighbor. Most just a smile or mangosteen if papasan outside or meet on the stairs kosan.

We understand all those whose time is always spent working.

As far as I'm concerned on the 3rd floor it's the girl occupants just me doang.

And 4 other men.

I observed everyone who came to the 3rd floor.

And the cost of the 1st floor every time I go home from work is always just rame even his voice is always heard up.

The morning also likes there are girls who just came home then escorted by the same guy.

Most depleted ahem ahem wkwkwk..

After observing all the movements in this lecture, I simply conclude that this kosan is indeed free.

Kiki said, not free or

"In addition to the muhrim is prohibited from entering" it is just a formality. Let the residents know this is kosan no macem macem or other terms gather kebo.

And then my life is still gini gini aja, not much temen.

In the afternoon I felt bete. I also sit on the balcony trying to smoke and play my favorite game.

Suddenly there was a SKSD

"Main ML games also mbak "

"Yes mas"

I answered with a smile.

"Jaudah mabar yu, we also happen to be less 1"

For those who do not know, playing ML games must be 5 people.

I know they have 4 people.

Plus I 1 finally fit into 5 people, and we also mabar alias play together.

We're mabar in the side room.

The kosan no 8.

"Originally where mbak"

Ask a guy who is a bit white, skinny and pretty tall.

His name is Yudi.

He's a native of the field and he's been here the longest.

Until now we call him mr. ketu, aka the chairman in this kosan.

In addition to the longest, the oldest is also its age, about 30 years.

By the way, the city of padang so inget the same Fito.

"Don't call me mbak, call me kelly"

"Oh kelly made that powder yeah"

Joko.

Lah this guy ko tau kelly powder well, don't he like make up kelly powder.

I also focus on playing the game.

Joko is fun.

He's boarding in room 9. Together rojak, the first person I asked fitting lost clothes.

"Laaah bang you focus the same powder kelly so you die right"

Said Dede, she's in a room with Yudi.

Rojak with joko and I doang alone.

And we are immersed in the legendary mobile game.

Until the magrib arrived.

And we broke up back to each other's homes.

As time went on, I became more and more familiar with them.

Yudi, joko, rojak and dede.

There's no "mas and mbak anymore".

We even call each other's names with a special call.

Like Rojak so jeki

Joko becomes koko

Yudi is bangyud

And Dede became yemen, because of the extension Dede Nuryaman.

It is undeniable, it turns out that happiness is not just because of money and love.

But with a figure who is near us commonly called "friends".

Who can create an atmosphere well, and respect each other.

As I told you before, I'm stuck on the 3rd floor.

The lights of the city at night look very beautiful, even the moon looks more beautiful than usual.

I enjoyed the night with a cigarette. Sometimes I think, in the future what I want to be, living freely away from family makes what I never got I can get now.

I'm not a good woman, but this is how I am.

My life is looking for happiness not sadness that has been felt all this time.

I saw that my 4th room looked lonely.

They haven't come back from their work.

As I know, as I know,

Yudi work so security in the orange kebon, he went home once every 2 days, dede work in the era*fhone, work bedul in the workshop and work shop in the bank.

They haven't come home from work.

The sound of the Ninja motor is clearly heard with its noisy exhaust. Shortly after that came someone up the stairs.

"The clock is hanging out on the balcony"

Greet someone. His face was still not clearly visible because the lights on the stairs were rather dark.

I looked at his face, and it was yudi.

"Yes yud yang nyari breeze. Just back in yud?"

"Yes to kell"

He took a slow breath and sat down next to me.

"Yud that many lights and building is Jakarta right?"

I asked Yudi while pointing at the flickering building lights in the middle of the night.

"Yes that jakarta kel. More precisely Palmerah and kebayoran"

"Hooo...."

I nodded slowly.

"How long have you been in Bintaro?"

"Not so long ago, at least 5 months"

"Hemm pantesan's. If you?"

I'm back with nanya.

"Don't say I'M YOU, I'm weird about it"

The log sounds very clear.

"Well, what on?"

"LU GUA aja"

"Gaenak yud, it sounds a bit harsh"

"Father. Later also accustomed to the word lu cave"

"Yaudah"

I also according. Honestly, during this Jakarta I have never talked about you cave.

"The others haven't been behind the yud?"

"They hang out first. Yaudah let me go to the room first huh. I want to shower"

"Okay yud"

Sitting on the balcony is fun. But long time waist feels pain. I also went back to my room.

In the room, I tried playing some music..

Oath tonight to miss Fito..

I sat down and leaned against the wall of the room. Memories after memories continue to fill the space of my brain.

Until the song was finally finished.

Nufi wardhana is a cover singer. The cover is mostly didi kempot songs.

Because you feel bored with kangen kite songs, not bored but more lazy because you like to remember Fito.

I finally found another Nufi Wardhana song called Banyu Langit..

I'm going to be taking it part by part.

~ THE SOUND OF WIND, THE WIND THAT BOASTS THE HEART

~ REMIND ME OF YOU THAT I LOVE

~ I CRY THESE TEARS

~ LONG TIME NO SEE EVEN IF ONLY IN DREAMS...

The lyrics always fit the heart. Tonight the fito is again in my memory after trying to forget it..

Ah already...

He's also fine without me...

I used to think that Fito and I were two people who were just as afraid of losing..

But his departure was already planned..