Lovely Love

Not as Easy as I'd Thought

That morning Gerdy was in a shopping area. He himself did not know what to look for among that crowd of shopping people. He just followed the slow spin of Mogenya's tires. Have no purpose.

This big motorbike was forced to be purchased because of the insistence of his wife. Nadine every day advises to buy a vehicle so as not to bother and fare up and down public transportation looking for work. Gerdy had thought of buying a car as an online driver. But his wife would rather agree he's a pick up shop driver helping Mr. Marto.

Gerdy saw that the middle-aged man did not need help yet. So he better find a job outside. Any work. To this day, he has not been able to find a job.

Gerdy's been out enough money to find a job. He has certain limits on the cost of finding a job. Two months left idle, he's really a loser in front of his wife, taking care of a baby or helping Mr. Marto in the store.

He's time-hunted. But there's no chance of escaping. Good luck as if it wasn't on her side. Finding a job is not as easy as expected.

Gerdy swallowed saliva watching a small child throw the ice cream that was still half into the trash. He remembered his childhood, so easy to throw snacks. There's no affection at all. Though the price of the rest of the ice cream was enough to buy a glass of coconut ice thirst antidote that began to choke his neck.

Gerdy brought some cash from home. Gasoline only. If you buy a drink, the return must push the motor a few kilometers.

Nadine to the point of tears saw this drastic change of her husband. Learning to be an ordinary person does not mean having to suffer.

"I didn't torture myself" Gerdy argued before leaving. "I want to educate myself that making money is not easy."

"Bring your son home and come back to your life" said Nadine. "I can't bear to see a man I love suffer like this."

"Never say anything about our love" said Gerdy. "I don't suffer, you look at me too much."

Nadine couldn't do much seeing her husband's stubbornness. Gerdy was too hard at educating himself. Or was he punishing himself who had let his parents down?

Gerdy's eyes were on the mothers coming out of a supermarket. He seems bothered to carry a bag of groceries. Must be madam stingy. Shopping for kitchen needs is done alone. Perhaps afraid of shopping money is put on the screen if you tell a maid, or not to go to the trolley to bring groceries.

Gerdy deflects Moge into the supermarket. He stopped near the woman, and immediately went down to her.

"Let me help" said Gerdy.

The woman looked at him fully. Gerdy took a deep breath. Doing good in Jakarta is hard. A person's hand is seen as suspect. Maybe because many people look good but behave badly.

"All right." Whether believing in her honest smile, or needing help, the piercing gaze turned soft. "You look like a good man."

Gerdy almost jumped in joy as if trust was a rare item in the capital. Difficult found. The woman handed her a heavy grocery bag, while a light one was carried alone.

Gerdy tote the grocery bag while getting ready to follow in his footsteps.

"Where's Mom's car parked?" tanyakanya.

"Car?" The woman stared straight.

"Mom brought a car, right?"

"What car! I'm just a maid! There's a car three in the house. One was brought by the master, one was worn by the mistress, the other was to send ayu to school. Well, I'm on a tricycle!"

A maid? Gerdy looked in admiration, feeling deceived as well. Her makeup is so glamorous as a big mistress. But if carefully considered, the clothes are not branded goods. Jewelry is also imitation. Quick snap does not want to come closer.

"I guess...."

"I guess what?" sergeant the mother. "If you say no half, unless your brain is half sane."

"Maclum's brain is weak."

The woman began to suspect. "She's ready to deliver, just shut up?"

"Ee, I ..."

"I what?" cut the mother impatient. "Don't you pickpocket?"

And cosmopolitan cities are most allergic to copets. Gerdy started to attract the attention of many people. They're starting to standby. Some even hold the stone. Messed up.

Gerdy was forced to hang a bag of groceries on the chassis accessories, rather than battered by the mob, some put on the tank.

"Where do passengers make Helm?" ask the mother.

The woman went up to the bonfire. "It's okay not to wear a helmet, near this. There's no police."

"Because of the ticket, my mother made bail."

"You think I'm BPKB?"

"Where's Harley Davidson going to be a motorcycle taxi?"

"Much! To pay the installments!"

"I'm cash."

"No! Scrap-on road!"

Gerdy turn on the motor. Counting lessons for him. Helping must be clear people so as not to be mistaken target. Make it hard.

Just imagine, it has been delivered well, along the road incessantly nagging, making Gerdy not sure can reward for his kindness because it is so irritated.

"Don't be too tight!" spray the woman. "Collision is dead! Yesterday I had sex with my boyfriend and haven't had time to repent, you want me to go to hell?"

"So tell me a sneak," Gerdy grumbled. "Now ask slowly. Are we pushing Mogenya?"

"Who told you to speed? I said a sneak for fear of having my girlfriend, so it's complicated. Let alone your rich handsome fellow, the same gorilla is jealous! You don't protest too much! Just follow the passengers!"

"Well, ma'am," said Gerdy.

"Well, so! Being friendly to consumers is the key to success. You're sugar Ojol, aren't you?"

"What else is that?"

"And there's sugar baby, sugar daddy. Well, you're sugar Ojol, aren't you?"

"I just heard it."

"It's a fucking catrok! But it's so good. So free from sins. Don't be my girlfriend! Every day for love! He said it's really good to live without ties, it's crazy!"

The noise like a leaking exhaust was just vanishing when the motor arrived and stopped in front of the turnstile of a multi-storey house in an elite area.

Worth the fuss, thought Gerdy Keki, the luxury housemaid. It must be scolded every day by the employer, so it is ventured on others.

When Gerdy dropped the bag, the woman slipped something into his hand. A glance glanced at him and he gasped in shock.

"Mom!" exciting Gerdy.

The woman who was pressing the bell turned her head in an instant. "What's? Less? Here, ten thousand more!"

A crumpled piece of paper money floated in the air and almost hit his face if Gerdy didn't catch it.

Before he could do anything, the mother had already stepped in and security immediately re-walled the gate. Then call the herder dog to guard the door. Perhaps he was afraid he was going to be evil. Metropolitan is very thick with suspicion.

From now on Gerdy must get used to the culture of Jakarta. Thank you is not expressed through words, but through money. Or maybe the woman thinks she's a transportation salesman. Like the girl waving from the house next door. Metropolis face but fringe makeup. The maid also seems.

"Mas! Please take the cave!"

A thought flashed through Gerdy's mind. Perhaps God wants to show you work that was accidentally discovered. Destiny took him to the streets.

"Salayan too?" ask Gerdy. "Shopping for kitchen?"

"What kind of cave maid?" hardik the girl. "Tuition drop! Cave car into the workshop!"

"Blowjob anyway?"

Gerdy. Jakarta really confused him.