Duren Palm

in the kost (Revision)

The sound of shoes hitting the floor clearly entered the sense of hearing. Make Rianti want to stop the dream and return to the real world. "What time is it?" Rianti's hoarse voice stopped Shinta's self-decorating activities.

"Hour six," Shinta replied without seeing Rianti. He was still staring in the mirror, clamping his eyelashes with ayelas curler.

"Hm ...." Correct the position, sit for a while just gathering energy, then start walking staggering towards the bathroom with a towel that has been wrapped around the neck.

Five minutes later. Rianti came out with a fresh face.

"Cepet is very bathing, Neng."

"Gapain there for a long time, I'm not you, who felt at home for a long time in the bathroom. Take a shower already rich people again mediocre," said Rianti relaxed.

Shinta just smiled a little, hearing the taunts from her best friend did not hurt her at all. He also resumed his activities, applying makeup to make it look more beautiful.

Time has shown at half-seven in the morning. Rianti is ready to go to work. He was neat with a work uniform that fit on the body and a knee-length black skirt. Sweet, plus natural makeup, make it look more beautiful. Not to forget also a small black backpack attached to the back, where to store mucena, makeup equipment, wallet, mobile phone, and not to miss the pads, in case if the monthly guests come.

"Let's go, I'm ready" said Rianti, who was standing behind Shinta.

"Wait a moment, I'm a sidekick first," Shinta replied without looking back at Rianti. Combing her long hair that is severed then put a pink bando on top of the head.

"OKAY. Yuk, we're leaving," Shinta asked with a smile, clearly visible dimples that add to her beauty. Shinta then grabbed the bag on the table, then approached Rianti who was behind her.

Seeing the beautiful and cheerful face of his best friend was also impacting on Rianti's expression. Happy, that's what Rianti feels.

Suddenly Shinta stopped her steps. "Yes greetings, I forgot to wear perfume" Shinta said as she patted the eel. He quickly pulled out the perfume bottle from the bag and sprayed it from head to toe. Making the room suddenly filled with the smell of strawberries.

Jeez, this is a really complicated child, want to work already like to go kondangan. Rianti sat up with a somewhat arrogant feeling. Squeezing his nose, unable to breathe the perfume so stinging.

Shinta who was aware of Rianti's change of attitude and expression, smiled clumsyly. He quickly hugged his friend's shoulder as he took a swoop in his nose. "Udah .. don't frown, the beautiful enthron is gone in the chicken peg."

"Beghhh ... Whose language is that?" Still putting on a sullen face, Rianti showed his dislike.

"Hehehe .. from me dong," said Shinta grinning, turning her lips slightly, making Rianti unable to hold back the laughter any longer.

Friendships that have been established from childhood make them comfortable and safe when together. Although disputes are always there, but still can not shake the relationship that has been established. The patient Rianti and the suble Shinta make the two interdependent with each other.

"Yaudah, let us go" said Rianti after locking the door, holding Shinta's arm tightly, and walking to throw each other a smile. Forgetting that a few seconds ago we had a disagreement.

The hostel where they live is a princess-only boarding house, consisting of 6 doors, and can be filled with 2 people in each room. The hostess is a middle-aged woman named Anita. A kind widow who always throws a friendly smile at anyone.

Get them in front of the garage.

"You are the one who fucked me this morning, yes. I'm not feeling well anymore" said Rianti, handing the key to Shinta's open palm.

"Why are you? It hurt?" Shinta touched Rianti's forehead with the back of her hand. A feeling of anxiety haunted him at once. "Not hot, really," he said again, frowning.

"Yes, it's not. I don't have a fever." Rianti snorted in annoyance, keeping Shinta's hand away from her face. "Come, go now."

Rianti shuddered in horror. May the dream not come true, Rianti murmured inwardly.

Arriving at the store, Shinta hurriedly parked the motorbike and opened the helmet, picked up the comb that was inside the bag and combed her hair that was a bit messy due to the wind.

"Is that beautiful belom?" shinta asked with a cute face.

"It's beautiful, really." Rianti megangguk.

"Yes, let's go in, I can't wait to see the face of the haikal sir," whispered Shinta, grinning with a changed face.

Rianti glared in annoyance, unhesitatingly pinching Shinta's stomach firmly. "Don't be weird." Rianti commemorated his friend with a growling tone and sharp bulging eyes.

"I know times too. He already has a wife. I'll just admire the good looks and charm of Haikal sir, nothing more" Shinta said. Swiping his stomach that feels hot. "Some who wants to be an actor. Handsome guy and single on the outside there bejibun," he explained again.

"Well, that's you know." Rianti rolled his eyes lazily. Inevitably, he could have liked people's husbands. Rianti again sat up, annoyed at the behavior of his best friend who did not make any sense at all.

They also walked to the cashier table each, busy preparing everything. From checking the cash register, wiping the table and more. In this shirt there are 3 other employees. There's Shasa in charge of keeping men's clothes. Then Mini in the women's clothing section, and finally Kelli in the shoes and sandals section.

Wall clock shows 7 o'clock exactly.

Someone walked into the store with a big smile. Making Shinta stop her activities for a moment, staring at the interest in the figure. His eyes sparkled and the tip of his lips was drawn wide. "Handsome ...." Shinta muttered softly.

Yes, he is Haikal. 33-year-old handsome guy. The figure of the man whom Shinta admired.

"For all ...." Haikal greeted all the employees kindly. "Begin this morning with a smile, and give your most beautiful smile to the customers" he said later.

****

Without Rianti and Shinta noticing, there was a mysterious man following them. Keep an eye on them from across the street, occasionally taking photos without their permission.

Dert dert.

The mysterious man reached out and answered the call.

"Ready, boss."

"Yes I did. I have also sent you a photo."

"okay."

"Yes, I understand."

The man immediately disconnected the phone, starting the motor then passed away across the still stretchy streets.

While in the shop. Rianti was too engrossed in his work, unaware that there was a middle-aged man who also took his picture.