Milky

Part. 11

On a hot day, the sun burns the skin. Some people choose to hide, but not with him who works as an orderly interpreter. The god stands in the middle of the parking lot, guiding the outgoing vehicle into the place.

Her tattooed skin glowed when she was stung by the sunlight that afternoon. Pluit hangs around his neck, occasionally he will blow when giving directions to every iron train that stops in his lap.

Two thousand dollars, he will receive from one motorcycle. Five thousand dollars for the car. Sometimes they only give a thousand dollars, or do not pay at all for various reasons. (Hayo, who's naughty? Who doesn't like to pay?)

In fact, they actually squeeze sweat, slam bones to get rupiah. Feet made head, head made feet just for a bite of rice. Give them two thousand to buy coffee. As a resting friend who continues to add enthusiasm when scavenging for sustenance.

God never forces, if anyone doesn't give him money then, let it be. Maybe he doesn't have any money.

That day, he had no idea he was being watched. There, in a black sedan. Three pairs of eyes lurked, paying attention to his every move. Scanning the attitude of the dragon-tattooed man.

"What is the dragon?" asked the adult male who did not blink his eyes looking at the God. In his heart he praised the Lord's hard work as a parking attendant there. However, Ayra's suspicions, make her want to know more about the figure of the man.

"Right, some days I've been stalking him just to find out the truth, but it's hard, Dad. I used to follow him when I came home, but he always disappeared and got out of control. I don't know, I'm confused myself," said Ayra to look at the God increasingly curious.

"It's a pity, she's hot, willing to stand in the hot sun, but she doesn't pay. Superficially, what is the difficulty of taking two thousand rupiah money out of his pocket. The bag he was wearing was good. He also looks a lot of money, but doesn't pay for it." Another with Ayra, another forgot with Nasya.

When the other two people discussed the matter of God, he even noticed the parking attendant service users who did not want to pay. Long grumbled, squeezing the glass window in front of him. Ayra and her father looked at each other, both shoulders raised at the long grunts of the little girl.

"Hey ... What's wrong with you, baby? What are you really paying attention to?" ask the father while rubbing his back-to-back head.

The little girl pointed at a motorcycle that a woman was riding.

"The woman didn't pay for parking, Dad. Why is he so miserly that he's only two thousand, but he won't give." Nasya pointed to the motorcycle that happened to cross their car. Both the man and Ayra saw the motorcycle.

"Let it be, everyone is different. That is the point of often going out of the house, we can see directly the types of humans around us. Look at the tattooed man over there ...!" The man pointed at the God who was not discouraged even though among the parking customers there were those who did not pay.

"He does look evil, evil and cruel. Look at his face, people will think he's a criminal, but what did we see? He was not angry at all when anyone did not pay for parking. A book will be said to be good when we have read the contents, but a beautiful cover always attracts all book lovers to buy it. In fact, he did not know what it was like. So, honey. Do not judge people only by their birth form, pay attention to their behavior then we will know and be able to judge for ourselves. You understand?"

He glanced at his two daughters alternately, each hand also rubbed their heads while pinning a smile on the lips. Ayra lowered her head, she was offended by the father's words, but it also served as a lesson for the future.

"But brother Bima is good inside out. He's handsome, and he's good. Like to help exactly like Dad," praised Nasya back at the initial discussion.

Ayra and her father were anxious.

"Yes, yeah .. it's up to you, baby. We're home, your mother's gonna be waiting." They laugh together. Today is a valuable lesson they learned. From a tattooed parking attendant who has a level of sincerity and rarely owned by others.

Unknowingly, the Gods who had strong instincts, turned out to be paying attention to their cars. He was suspicious, and his premonition said the car was related to Bima.

"Gua suspects the car, no one goes down or pegi. What a cave is stalked, huh? Gawat if so, kudu ati-ati cave starting today," muttered Dewa while staring at the car that just exited the parking area. The steering window opened, one hand extended with a ten thousand note between his two fingers.

Seeing them meet, the male driver smiled as he crossed the Gods. It was a shock for the gods to make it.

"How much does Bima look like, huh? Don't-don't .. kudu cave bring Bima moved from this city. Could not ... can not cave justin he found Bima. Bima son cave. Let the earth be the sky, he's the son of the cave." The god was agitated, he threw the ten thousand money he had received from the rider earlier.

Gegas went to his friends, picked up a bag, and went home quickly. Don't want to delay anymore, don't want to regret. He will take Bima and his wife to another city. Whatever the reason, he will think about it later.

All his gels were caught by netra Ayra. Increasingly his suspicion of the gods that the tattooed man knew something about Bima. He was sure, his surprise when he saw the face of the Father related to his face that was similar to the boy named Bima.

I'm not giving up. I'll go back to investigate it any way. I have to find out who and where he lives. I'm sorry, Dad. It's not that I didn't hear you, but I'm still curious about the man.

Ayra muttered expressionlessly. He smiled as his father glanced at him from the rearview mirror. In her small brain, Ayra was putting together a plan.

While the gods, trigger the motorcycle speeding. Tonight he will take Bima away from the village. Luckily, her introductions are extensive, she has friends everywhere and wherever she goes. Just contact one of them and ask them to find a place to stay for them to live. Real easy.

"Cave not willing Bima taken, cave not willing. Bima cave boy .. he's a cave boy. Babehnya Cave, the cave of his parents. Can't!" the balance is on the bike.

Her tears fell and the wind flew. Sadness had enveloped his heart even though Bima was still with him at this moment. Bima son cave.