KARMAS

Start to become aware

It was so hot one afternoon, I got a call from the police station asking me to come.

My mind drifted where.

I went straight to the police station as indicated. After being asked my purpose and purpose I was led into a narrow and stuffy room. Prison room.

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Wearing a white singlet shirt, shorts, I barely recognized the man in front of me. The closest people in my life are like strangers I never knew. Like a newly caught copet in the market. Sitting on the floor helpless. Miris.

I didn't say anything, just tears I think reminiscing in the eye. A large stone felt stifled in the chest. It was not until my heart looked at the man in front of me longer that I walked out of the room.

I never imagined in my life dealing with the Prodeo Hotel. He's my Star. Father of my son. Cowering alone in there.

The star was reported on Wan Prestasi's charges for work he never completed.

Under the employment contract he was required to pay a fine of 50 million. The claimant, his client will withdraw his claim if Bintang can replace it by paying his fine.

Whether until when he was always in trouble with his finances inevitably ended up having to involve me in the solution.

His fondness of going into debt and not keeping promises to pay him made me have a hard time closing his cover. It's like walking a step back two steps, sometimes drowning.

Without a second thought I put all my skills into finding loans to some friends.

In a relatively short period of time I was able to raise the amount of money needed to free the Bintang from custody.

“Create what the hell bu... Rich people are defended bela?” Said the officer at the police station when I signed the entire case file.

I just shut up. Not knowing the answer, all I felt was pity and pity.

That night the star was out of prison after a week spent there. He still has to be under house arrest. I as the person in charge.

No hugs or thanks, as usual. As if that was my duty. Or he might not know how it should be...

I feel Lost..

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Saturday afternoon, it was raining like it was spilling from the sky so fast.

Ida, sister.

He asked to be picked up at the Commuter Stop. Ida works and lives in Central Jakarta. Every Sunday night he used to stay at my place.

I'm calling Stars. “Mas where?”

“Why?”

“Please pick up Ida at Commuter Stop, then stop by the Mall, I'm the same Bright here. It has been two hours since the rain stopped. Poor Bright if riding a raining” motor

“Wait.” Answer the voice across there.

Shortly thereafter, the Bintang car stopped in the lobby behind the Mall where Bright and I were waiting. Bright gets in the car, there's a tantenya inside.  

I came home on my motorcycle. Although it could have taken over the car, but I know Bintang will not want to replace me to bring the bike home.

Making me such a request would only take his time.

If anyone says a woman is made from a man's ribs, I have assumed that perhaps the Star has no ribs, until she accepts and never asks what her husband cannot give her.  

   

Dressed in a coat and helmet, I rode my motorcycle through the heavy rain in the evening. The afternoon wind was very big to make my motorbike look good occasionally. And heavy rainfall inundated the hollow road made me several times have to brake suddenly and turn the bow.

Luckily the streets were quiet that afternoon, I made it home safely. With the stars driving behind me.

An airplane flew far up there. Even in the rain, with a helmet on my head, I could still feel the sound of the plane along with the cold afternoon wind and rain.

       

I opened the helmet and I looked up at the sky, nothing was seen. But the sound of an airplane engine is not lost in my ear. I don't know if it's a machine or just the sound of the sky rumbling...

  

Maybe I'm hallucinating.    

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