LOVE IS A WOUND

LOVE IS A WOUND
Chapters 2. Back To Home



I looked around.The magnificent and luxurious building in front of me.Ck..Ck..Ck..Very cool this house.Very different from the narrow room where I live.Narrow Udah, still have to share a room with Jojo, my cousin.


"Come on,Mbak.Put in", Pardi said break my daydreams.


"Eh, yes, Mas", I said with a wave.While I was not good.Maklantum I have never been to a luxurious house like this.


"What do you want to drink, Non?" said a middle-aged woman after coming to us.


"No, no, Mom" replied Alfisa.


"Yes, Bu.No need", I chimed in.


"Loh,loh.Kok no need,to? Hot-hot gini is good to drink ice, right?You make tea, huh?Wantsome?Don't be shy.Mom also have children your age.School at Proclamation High School is also like you.You know, don't you? Name's Hendra".


"Hendra's?I think I know, Bu.The big tall kid keeps his skin white, right, Bu?", I replied.


"Yes, yes, right.Hendra is the handsome boy of the world"


Alfisa and I looked at the view.We laughed a little.Funny aja, the attitude of the Mothers in front of us like sales who bargained for merchandise.


"Well, I'm just laughing,to?"


"No, Mom.No papa.Mom's expression is funny" I replied.


"Oooohh,gitu.Oh,iya, do you know where, Son?I don't think you will know.As a student of Proclamation High School right, a lot!"


"Oh, I happen to be Hendra's place of cooperation, Bu" I replied.


"Ohh, you work at BBC Steak and bowl too?"


"Yes, Bu"


"What a coincidence.Later I askin, yes!"


"No need, Mom.So I'm not too close to Hendra.At work I never talk to him.Except for things that matter!"


"Ooo,gitu.Oh,iya.Sampek forgot.Because of the preoccupation with chatting, so forget.Kan Mommy wants to make a drink earlier.Mother in first, yes".


"Yes, Mom", I replied, ending our conversation.


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After waiting for about three hours, finally heard the sound of a motorbike on the terrace.


"Hallo.Nih, it's done" Satrio said as he extended the motor key to Alfisa.


"Thank you, yeah!I've taken your nicotine"


"No, kok.Ngak ngerepotin.I'm actually happy to be able to help you"


"How much is it?" said Alfisa while taking out her purse from her bag.


"No.No need.So just change the spark plug doang, kok!"


"Oh, that's it.If we say yes, yes!"


"Well, you know.N't go in again?Drink what it is", prevent Satrio.


"Udah..Udah, kok.I just finished three glasses earlier.Lagian already afternoon.I'm late to work", I answered.


"Work?Working where?"


"Udah,ya.Bye!", I said as I landed my ass on Alfisa's motorcycle.


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The situation in the restaurant is very rame.Perhaps because it's Sunday night, huh?So really rame.All this makes me dizzy and nauseous.Either because of my fatigue or heartburn again relapses.


I also sat in an empty chair.


"Why are you, Ras?", a man's voice greeted me softly.


"I'm not papa, kok, Hen!Just dizzy!", I replied.


Hendra did not leave immediately.She looked at me with a look of pity.The gaze I hated the most.Because since childhood I have often seen such a gaze.


"You are sure that you are not papa, Ras?, asked Hendra while holding my shoulder.


I pat her hand.Either why am I even an emotion."I said no papa.Yes.Ngak papa", I said while struggling to leave.


My body is falling.But Hendra caught my body."Tuh, right?Surely you are soybean or have not eaten.Let's rest first in the back room.Let me say the same Mr. Boss!"


"Thank you, Hen.Sorry, yes, that was.I..I'm.."


"Ssttt!Let's take a break!", said Hendra as he rubbed my body towards the rest room employees.


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Oduhhh.. What time is it?My head is heavy.


I tried to get up and look up at the wall clock..It's eight o'clock at night.Aduhhh must be Aunty Ayu angryin me, nih!


I immediately tidied up my clothes and picked up my school bag and half ran towards the room door.


"You're well, Ras?", why Mr. Darsana, the owner of the restaurant.He was sitting counting money behind the counter.


"I.iya, Pak.Sorry, yes, Pak.I slept late", I replied.


Mr. Darsana nodded without looking at me.It seemed like he was concentrating on counting money.


"I say goodbye, yes, sir", I said.


Mr. Darsana nodded again.The mouth was muttering like he was reciting a spell.


In front of the restaurant, I saw Hendra sitting while sucking on a thick Vape.Ashap covered part of his face.


"Not come home yet, Hen?", my bribe.


"Eh,Ras.Gimana is good?", he asked.


"Yes", I answered briefly."Uh, what were you here for?"


"I?I was riding a bike.Tuh, my bicycle!", he said while pointing a silver bicycle in the parking lot.


"Can you take me?", I asked.


"Where, Ras?"


"Home home.I should have replaced him to keep the four-hour mini market earlier.He must have been this furious!"


"Oh, gitu.Let's take you"


Then I got on Hendra's bike.


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Platyp!!!


Aunt Ayu slapped me hard.


"You've started all you want, yes! Lookie!What time is it?Half-nine is coming! You should have come at four o'clock!Remember yes!Your mother's debt is still very much Auntie!"


"Sorry..Sorry Auntie!"


Aunt Ayu opened her work uniform and threw it at me violently.


Hhhh..I threw my body on the chair.I looked out.The environment outside looks shabby.There are still old buildings, still,as well as some shops.Everything seems to need to be painted and repaired.People are not much on the street.Perhaps because it is night.They choose to stay in their respective homes.While watching TV accompanied by warm drinks or have fallen asleep slumber behind blankets.Ah, good to be them.While I.I have to work here to pay off my mother's debt.


Because there is no buyer.Slings I open my phone.And it turns out there is a DM entered.Maybe DM it entered earlier, when I slept at the restaurant. So that I don't hear it.


Huhh..DM from Satrio.


>>Why,Ras?


>>Again to sleep.


I lied, because I don't want to be pitied by others.


>>Oh,ya.Happy sleep.


>>Y


DM from Satrio makes me back fresh.As lost all my drowsiness and fatigue.I why, yes?Is this what you call falling in love?Ah.. Realize, Ras.Kamu already have Azril.


Hm..Yep..It's true, too.Especially me and Satrio is far different.She is who.I am who.Westernly we are both like the earth and sky.She models, children of the rich, children of the artist.Well, who am I?Parents just don't have dust.