Red Hooded Girl

Whose guitar??

From inside the contract, through the window curtain that was slightly opened, Dewa noticed Mimin and Fahri since then.

"That's it...." His forehead frowned at the sign he was thinking. "Fame. Yes, he's Fahri," he said confidently.

The god remembered his chat with Opi yesterday afternoon at Mas Bakso Bakar's tavern.

"Because Lo did not enter the criteria for the priest candidate Teh Mimin."

"What are the criteria for a candidate for imam Mimin?"

"That's like Ustaz Fahri."

"Who else is Ustaz Fahri??"

"Just Mimin Tea likes the same gentleman."

"So Ustaz Fahri referred to Opi is ... Fahri." God speaks to himself. "Oh, it's getting complicated," he murmured.

*****

 

Dewa is already in the workshop, just finished serving customers change oil. Mida came to the gods.

"Wa.. my friend who wants to sell the bike soon wants to come here," said Mida.

"Oh, Ok."

"May it fit well the motor. If you have less money, say I am Wa. Later let me pay for the shortfall," said Mida.

"Thank you very much Mida. But. don't go. If the money is less likely next time buy it. Wait for the same budget," said Dewa.

"That's why I've come" exclaimed Mida when her eyes saw someone coming on a Honda Beat.

Mida approached the man. Then Mida and the man went inside the workshop.

"Wa, know this Samsul," said Mida.

The god looked at the man just the opposite.

"God...!!" a man named Samsul.

"Samsuls...!!" dewa Sahut.

They both shake hands while laughing. It turns out that the two already know each other.

"You guys know?" ask Mida.

"This god is my college friend" Samsul explained.

"Loh, so you went to college. Then why are you working like this, Wa?" ask Mida.

"Because I'm happy, Mida," replied the god sincerely.

Mida looks like she still wants to chat with the Gods, curious about the life of the Gods. But he had to return to the cashier table, because many customers will make payments.

"Mida, I'll let you talk to Samsul first, yes" asked the god before Mida returned to her desk.

"Yes. Don't forget to check the bike first" replied Mida.

"Sip."

The god took Samsul to the left side of the workshop page to chat there.

"So, why did you get here Wa?" ask Samsul.

"Gue again there's a problem with my family. And I ran away from home with no diploma. So I work here," explained God.

"Well, are you Sam here?" ask God.

"If I were a Pandeglang. But I work here. My wife is also here, so I live here with my wife" Samsul said.

"Wah dah mating lo.. yummy dong," clawed God while punching softly Samsul's arm.

"Well, that's delicious. Hehehe..." Samsul laughs.

"Later also lo mating ngerasain Wa," he added.

"Eh, marriage used to be newly married. Don't get married just now," errat Samsul.

The god smiled knot. Oh Allah, I hope I can also get married soon eh same marriage Mimin. His inner.

"So you want to sell Sam?" ask God.

"Yes. Sok payin 8 million aja," replied Samsul.

"Check cave first yes," he said.

"OK." Samsul gave his thumb.

"Sam, seven huh?" bargain God after ensuring the condition of the motor is good. "The motor is still good but my budget is just that" he continued.

"Emmm... Yes, I have seven million. Counting the favor, because you used to be very good, like pinjemin I money."

"Well, thank you Sam" said the God of Exhilaration.

"Oya Wa, you can sing right?" ask Samsul after the business of buying and selling his motorcycle with Dewa has been completed.

"It can, though it's not very good my voice," replied the Lord.

"Want to sing in my cafe?" fresh Samsul.

"Seriously?? Do it" replied the enthusiastic God.

"Lo sing by yourself what's ngeband?"

"If I broke up the band. I sing by myself."

"Ga problem. What music can you do besides guitar?"

"Guitar, bass, drums, piano, keyboard, organ, harmonica I can. Just don't gamelan, if my gamelan can't. Hehe...."

"Sip. The concept plan in addition to lo singing, you must be able to play a musical instrument in case there are visitors who want to donate songs or want to appear singing," said Samsul.

"It's just me singing at night, right?"

"Yes dong."

"OKs. When do I start singing?"

"Now Thursday. Starting tomorrow night, when you're ready."

"Ready."

"Later tonight you can come first.look at my cafe." Samsul opened the wallet and pulled out a business card. "This is my cafe address."

God received Samsul's card. "Thank you Sam. Lo is really my friend" he said, hugging Samsul.

*****

Mimin has just finished accompanying Deka to the City Education Office. Discussing the construction of the renovation of SD Banjar Agung which is Rizal's project. Because of the discussion of the budget, Deka as a financial kadiv more played a role in this meeting. It should be Rizal who accompanies Deka. However, because Rizal was unaffected, he was replaced by Mimin.

The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Since tomorrow was a red date, the meeting was brought forward this afternoon.

"I'm shaking my head with this project" Deka said.

"Why is that sir?" ask Mimin.

"After I've learned, the percentage of profits is far below standard. It looks like Mr. Rizal forgot the risk contingency or reserve risk cost that should be calculated at least 2%. And it's strange why Mr. Bambang agreed to this project" Deka said.

"Because Banjar Agung Elementary School was Pak Rizal's school first. I used to go to school there, too," Mimin said.

"Ooh...." Deka ooh while mangosteen. "So this story is a filial project of an alumni," he always.

Mimin smiling. "Like that roughly," he said.

"It's office hours." Deka looked at the luxurious watch that was coiled in his hand. "You're going straight home, right? Not in the office again?" tanyakanya.

Mimin. "Yes, Sir. Last message Mr. Rizal I can go straight home," he said.

"Then I'll take you home?"

"No need, sir. Thank you," refused Mimin.

"Come on, Jasmin. Anyway if I go home alone I can stray. You don't pity me... If I stray how?"

Mimin was silent for a moment to weigh Deka's offer. He wants to reject whatever the reason. But it's also true what Mr. Deka said, he's new in this city. What if it's even stray. He murmured in his heart.

In the end, Mimin accepted Deka's offer to take her home. He refused when Deka invited him to eat first before returning home. And he did not expect if Deka came down too when he reached his house. Not just bringing him home.

"Sorry sir, there is no one at home. Both my parents are not home. You just sit outside" Mimin said.

"Oh, yeah. No problem," replied Deka without burden.

"I'm sorry to make you drink first" said Mimin.

"Yes, please," Deka replied lightly.

Deka's answer certainly did not match Mimin's expectations. He hoped Deka would answer "Not bother, Jasmin. I'm sorry to go home."

With a gontai step Mimin went inside, to make a drink.

While Deka who was originally standing, landed his buttocks on a chair on the porch of Mimin house. His eyes wandered around Mimin's courtyard. Look at the guava tree and mango tree that are lush fruit. Look at the potted plants that perch neatly. Until his head turned to the left and saw a row of contracts.

Deka got up from his seat and had already walked several steps towards the contract. But then his eyes were fixed on a guitar sitting on another terrace chair. He picked up the guitar and watched it carefully. The guitar was signed by Billie Joe Armstrong, the frontman, lead singer and guitarist of the rock band Green Day. The guitar was familiar to him.

“It's like a guitar belongs ... Gods.”