DOOR NO.7

PART 23 - FIRST DAY

One message came in from a new number.

She greeted me.

"Hay kelly"

Who the hell? my inner

Then I saw his profile picture.

Do not know too, because in the photo the person wears a fullface helmet and a 4tax ninja motor beside him.

Then the new number was the phone.

"Kelly it's me marcell"

"Oh you, I guess who. Sorry your number hasn't been saved"

"Look easy again. Oh yeah, where's kell?"

"In kosan cel, why?"

"Road out yuk"

"Where?"

Much

"From entertainment, we go to the cafe to watch live music. Wanna don't?"

"Well, you can"

Because bete happens to be in kosan. Child 4 goru where. They disappeared from this afternoon.

"You're ready first, 20 minutes I'll sit there"

The phone is closed. I took a shower, made up, and it didn't take long for Marcel to come.

He's standing behind the door.

"Hey, are you ready?"

Marcel asked with his helmet off.

Very cool style.

That night, Marcel wore a black box shirt, brown jeans and black ash shoes.

"Wait for the mask first"

I said.

Marcel was still standing at the end of the door. He did not dare to enter either.

After the mask met, I immediately put on my shoes, went out and locked the door.

"Where are they?"

Marcel asked by stepping down the stairs. His eyes were still fixed on rooms 8 and 9.

"Goru tuh, from the end of the magrib the light is dead."

My answer.

On the last rung of the stairs, Marcel carried a red bogo helmet. He gave me the helmet.

"Nih use yah"

Marcel said by putting the helmet on my head.

"Thanks"

Answer me

Marcelpun started to turn on his bike. The exhaust is a little noisy.

Then I went up.

Because the ninja motor is high, I also hold marcel's shoulder.

"Udah?"

Ask marcel

I nodded too.

And we went to the cafe.

Along the way, Marcel took his bike relaxed.

He said that if you bring a gasuka girl speeding.

And honestly I also like parno if in bonceng with high speed.

Marcel walk story that he was already 2 years jomlo because of trauma ever left married his girl.

I didn't tell you a bit about my life.

For me, it's a memory that doesn't have to be told.

1 hour on the way we finally found a caffe located on Sudirman street.

"Order me if you want to eat anything"

"I ordered a milk shake"

I said with a menu

"Food dong"

Marcel suggested.

Honestly I don't dare to order a lot of food let alone mumpung aji.

I ordered what I only liked.

Marcell ordered a lot of food.

"Later 9 o'clock there's live music. I like hanging out here"

Marcel said

"Ohya?"

And orders came.

The food marcel ordered was snacks such as french fries, nuggets, chryspy mushrooms and other drinks.

"To much?"

Ask wonder.

"Who is, if it is less easy later added again"

Marcel.

Entering 9 o'clock, the musical performance began.

The band and its singers are not famous.

That night there was a band singing the song Dewa19 (Kangen).

#All your longing words make me even more helpless..

Resist the urge to meet..

Believe me, I miss you and I will go home

Ah shit, ko so inget fito anyway..

Instantly Marcel broke my daydream.

"Eh, ko bengong anyway? Let's eat?"

"Ups sorry sorry, really good song anyway cel"

I'm brushing.

"This is also my favorite song"

Marcel said by stirring the drink using a straw.

I started enjoying the milkshakes I ordered.

"Where are you kel?"

"I don't have a cell guy"

"A girl as sweet as you are gay? Not sure ah"

"Seriously, no one wants to see me"

"It's a fool who doesn't want to be with you"

I'm silent too. Marcel then continued

"How much money are you?"

"March I was 23. You?"

"I'm 26"

Marcel began to enjoy the snacks in front of him.

"It was door no.7 that I wanted to fill, but my work in rolling continues"

"What work does it like in rolling too?"

Much

"hey are. First placement in ciputat, 3 months later moved to pamulang. After a year moved to BSD again, and now I live in Di Erafhone Jakarta"

"Well, adaptation continues dong"

I said

"Nahiya, that's what makes you lazy. Meet new people again"

At once we were still enjoying the music..

"Where, cold bandung, right?"

"Always cold cel. Have you ever been to bandung?"

Much

"A year ago I went on vacation to Bandung. I went to Lembang and ciwidey. Tomorrow play again to the white crater"

"At home there?"

"Ga at home ah, cold. I can't sleep. Rich in hypothermia. I shivered all night"

I laugh too.

"In bandung it should be prepared thick jacket and blanket. Let alone immigrants, I was if the night is not strong if you sleep not using a blanket"

We were still in a joking conversation. Marcel also took me on a beach vacation next month.

I'm a mangosteen because it can not promise because of fear of clashing with work.

At 11pm we decided to go home.

Marcel drove me to the front door.

I saw ojak and joko again sitting on the balcony.

"Hadeeh street road is not ngajak ngajak"

Racism

Marcel and I laughed.

Marcel is calm.

"Well, I'll go home, I'm sorry if tonight's less effective"

"Father cel, just relax. I'm ko's seneng"

And marcelpun went home.

I didn't sleep right away, I walked over to the ojak.

"Taken where you are with Marcel"

Ask about kepo

"Pengen know it"

"Brought check in well"

"Loooo ngeres mulu dih"

I said pissed.

"Marcel is good, he's calm"

Connect joko.

"What are your eyes?"

Ask wonder. The eyes are a little red.

"Sabbed him"

Answer joko.

"That's why he snatched and takpotnya to the precarious mother cost again. Mom would be angry at me. Look at him WA gini"

I also read a message from Mom.

"Joko don't throw the sand over the precarious"

"Huh? ko sand?"

I wonder

"Yes so much vomit the ojak, the mother kos thought it was the sound of people throwing sand"

I laughed ngakak.

Ojak leaned against the balcony wall. His face was cold and felt nothing wrong.

Understand the name of the unconscious brain must feel everything everything is fine....

Tonight I let the wind blow my face.

I want everything to go as it should.

With the presence of a new friend in my life, automatically the book sheet that I recorded must be new as well.

The old book let it sink with its memories...