I'm ending Our Nestapa

Chapter 1

In Mila's room, she shut herself up. At exactly two o'clock in the evening, he came home with two of his friends, who drove him only to the front of the gate. All this time, they did not dare to take Mila to the door. Afraid of being targeted also scolding Mr. Satria.

Amongst Mila's friends, Mr. Satria is famous. Especially if his daughter came home late this night, they might also be affected by the parents' months.

An hour before Mila entered the room, her mother had time to reprove why this hour just came home? Where the hell have you been? But those questions are ignored.

With a staggering step, Mila opened the door of the room. Go straight in without paying attention. Instead of answering, he slammed the door.

...*****...

At the dinner table, Mr. Satria and his wife were having breakfast, Mila came out of the room, down the stairs. Her hair looks so messy. His steps still staggered the rest of last night's hangover.

Seeing the arrival of his daughter, Mr. Satria immediately canceled a bribe to his mouth. Suddenly his appetite was gone. The spoon in his grasp was dropped onto the plate quite hard. It makes a surprising sound.

However, the sound of the clinking of the plate that was loud enough did not make Mila flinch. He threw his body onto the sofa. The TV remote on the table. Instead of caring about Mr. Satria's rampage, he even raised the TV volume.

According to Mr. Satria, the child's behavior is completely outrageous. Make him ride the apitam. Even got up to come. It felt like slapping Mila once again.

Feeling that there will be a fight again, Mother Retno swiftly held her husband's hand.

“Do not, Sir. Let me just talk.”

Thankfully, his wife's persuasion managed to dampen Mr. Satria's emotions. When her husband returned to her seat, Retno's mother immediately approached her daughter.

When he was near his daughter, Mother Retno gently whispered, “Nak, take care of her TV. Mom wants to talk.”

That whisper, made Mila blink her eyes. Very well, he eliminated the volume of the TV.

Be quiet for a while, then mom starts talking, “Boleh Mom talk?”

“Speaking what the hell, Bu?” His head looked up lazily. Mila reluctantly roused her body from the back of the sofa.

“Wake up baby, I want to sit near you.” Mom Retno's soft hand stroked the girl's hair.

Lazily, he lifted his body. Shifted slowly like a caterpillar, giving her a place to sit.

“Now what do you want to talk about?” asked Mila while raising both eyebrows.

“Son, will you get into the pesantren and all the lectures?”

“What's pesantren?” What a surprising question Mila.

From the end of the dining table, Mr. Satria stared intently. He looked like a lion watching the prey.

“Mother don't joke yes. I don't want to. The pesantren was very boring, Mom,” Mila's voice rose up with the rise of her from the sofa. Standing with his waist, intervening with his mother.

From far away, Mr. Satria reprimanded Mila. To sit back. It's rude to be so polite with her mother.

“Hey Mila, don't be. Get back to sitting! Your mother is not finished talking.”

The girl rolled her eyes. He knocked his body down on the couch again. Bend face. This conversation is very annoying to him.

But, the mother's loving hand again stroked her daughter's hair. Every now and then Mila's hair comes out, she slips between the earlobes. If you look at it, actually Mila is beautiful.

“Listen Mila. Mom and Dad are not no darling. But it's for your own good. Dad and Mom would love for you to be a good girl.”

“Oh .. so according to Mom, Mila has not been good so far?” mila Megat.

Mila's mother shook her head, rejecting her daughter's suggestion

“It's not so, son. You're a good girl. With you getting into the pesantren while studying it will make you much better.”

His mother's words were answered with a sledgehammer. Mila refused outright. Consider it his mother's only seduction. As a child, he knew that his mother was very good at processing words. His speech is subtle but able to make others obey.

Understandably, he is a leader of one of the big communication companies in Jakarta. Who does not know Retno Wulandari's mother? Among the businessmen of the country, she is a female entrepreneur who is good at attracting investors. When talking, all of his clients must have complied and wanted to work together to plant shares in his company.

But all of this did not work for his own daughter. Now he wanted to leave in front of her. In order for his intention to succeed, he denied it with a telling word, “I just don't want to go to the boarding school and I don't want to go to college, Mom. I just want a job. Isn't this better?”

After saying that, he just left. Feeling that this conversation is not finished, Ms. Retno chimed in on her daughter's speech by slightly raising her tone.

“What do you want to work with your diploma that only graduates from High School?”

Apparently, his mother's speech was ignored again by Mila. From below the middle-aged woman looked, her daughter closed the door loudly as a form of her rejection. While Mr. Satria can only shake his head.

...*****...

The sound of cell phone ringing is faint because it rivals the beat of disco music. Then the hand of a girl with a lentic clothes picked up her communication device. On the screen of the phone it says, Mila calls. Immediately his well-kept thumb pressed the receive button on his phone.

“Halo, Mil.” greet the woman. His left hand delivered a lit cigarette to his red lips. He sucked the smoky object for a few seconds, then the smoke he sprayed from his sensual lips.

“Halo Rev, please me dong,” Mila said from behind the phone. Directly without further ado.

“Please what sob?” ask the woman

“Gue can not work in your place?”

“Bentertimes. I didn't hear wrong ‘kan?” squeak Mila's friend. I don't believe his best friend's words. Maybe his best friend was joking.

“No, Rev. You are not wrong with horrors,” explained Mila. “Gue wants to work on your discotheque.”

Hearing that statement, once again Reva was still in disbelief. To convince her that this was not a dream, she patted her own cheek several times until pain arose. It turns out this wasn't a dream.

No wait a minute. He is still not satisfied. Reva shook her head. Reapply his eyes repeatedly. This fact was strange to feel by him.

“Wait. Wait, Rev. Sorry earlier. It's not that I don't want to accept you. But I still don't understand why you want to work at my place? You didn't go to college?” asked Reva while frowning an eyebrow. He moved to a suitable place to talk.

Across the phone, then Mila was silent for a moment. I wonder if he should tell me the truth or if he should lie.

“Halo, Miles. How are you diem? Hello .. hello.”

After being silent for a long time, Mila replied, “Rev, I think I should see you right now. I want to talk to you directly. You wait for me now. I went to your disc.”

“OK I wait,” Reva replied and the phone connection was cut off.

...*****...

The sound of high heels echoed as Mila walked through the living room towards the door. While at the door, along with him who was about to turn the key, the front bell of the house rang. Mila was surprised, who came? As soon as the door was opened, it was unexpected that Dad came home.

“Sials. I forgot about coming home at this hour?” inner Mila.

“Where are you going, Mil?” As soon as he passed, Mr. Satria immediately reprimanded. His eyes glared fiercely.

“Mila, answer father's questions. Where are you going?” asked Mr. Satria to raise his voice. How unemotional, Mr. Satria when his own daughter did not answer his question. Plus the suitcase that Mila was carrying at the moment. Where the kid is going.

Now Mila is lazy to argue with her father. Therefore, he just left his parents.

“Mila, where are you going?” shouted Mr. Saka. The question of the father is still not understood even though it has snapped. In fact, his daughter's steps further away from him.

Mila took a quick step, sometimes looking back, maybe her father followed. At the gate, he ordered security to open it.

After exiting, he immediately stopped a taxi that happened to pass in front of the house. He asked the taxi to go. Tonight, Mila really wants to be free from her restrained family.

Soon Mila arrives at Reva's discotheque. After paying a taxi, Mila rushed to the dugem. Ride one by one stairs. Until we arrive at a place where some people feel the paradise of the world tonight. The frenetic world of night that he has been struggling with.

Without being told Reva beforehand, he knew immediately that his best friend was. His favorite place to enjoy the beat of music while watching his employees work. Mila approached immediately.

“Hai Rev," said Mila when she was nearby.

“Oh hi, Mila.” Reva also returned the greeting.

Kiss the left and right cheeks as they often do when they meet.

Mila already considered Reva more than her own brother. Old friends from SD. The place shares the joy of grief.

“Sit, Mil.”

After Mila sat down, Reva offered her a drink.

“What do you drink, Mil?”

“Custom.”

“You want to get drunk again, Mil?”

Actually, Reva wanted to call his servant, but when Mila was about to get drunk again, she so undo his intentions.

“Yes, let all the load on my mind cross,” Mila replied a little screaming and stretching her arms. Representing his feelings that want to be free. His body then spread to the back of the chair while massaging his own temple that felt dizzy.

“What load, Mil? Not that you've always lived a life of fun-foya?”

“Iya that's it. But now everything is different. Every day bokap I always get angry with me,” grumbled Mila while pulling the suitcase to the side.

Reva glanced at her best friend's suitcase.

“Elu why bring all suitcases, Mil? Don't you run away, Mil?” tanya Reva who was immediately replied with a nod of Mila.

“Your emergency, Mil!” cela Reva's. “Why did you run away from home, Mil? If nyokap you nyariin how?”

“Biarin aja nyariin me. Abis I bete. I want to go to East Java. And what made me sprain again, I was told to go to the boarding school. Very bad ‘kan ortu I. I'm not free if I go to pesantren.”

Hearing the babble of his best friend, Reva could not comment. Actually in his heart, he agreed with the thought of Mila's parents. Honey, Reva didn't dare to comment. Afraid Mila was upset too.

“Gue can work here ‘kan, Rev?” ask Reva suddenly. Repeat the question on the phone.

“Bo .. can dong. You ‘kan my friend,” replied Reva while patting the back of Mila's hand. His lips were trying to carve a smile.

“Still. You are my best friend,” said Mila.

Then replied with a nod of Reva full of sincerity.

“Let's go to my house first huh, Rev? Because the employee is full. Wherever you feel at home sleeping together with my employees,” kelakar Reva who managed to make the tense look of his best friend to be a little sumringah.

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