SPIRITS
Episode 7's
The day was so hot. Jounatan's eyes are getting hotter. He's flipping away. It had been fifteen minutes he and Nay waited for Kopaja to major in Blok M, but not a single one was nongol. Jou leaned his head on the roof post of the stop. While next to him, Leo was still trying to explain to Nay that he really regretted not being able to deliver.
When Leo was busy repeating the statement that he really wanted to come with them, Kopaja who Nay tung gu passed by. The girl hastily pulled Jou. Jou gasped, his heart was not recovered one hundred percent when Nay dragged him towards the door of Kopaja. Leo looked at them with a dead heart.
It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when Nay and Jou set foot in the Lipstick Discotek yard. This discotheque is in the middle of Blok M Square, Nay and Jou also crossed through the pedestrian bridge. Jou paused for a moment, looking at the ge dung of the entertainment venue. Nay just kept walking towards the front door. Diskotek parking lot. There are two cars and one motorcycle. The white paint in the building had already peeled off, and the two acacia trees growing in its courtyard added to the impression of being old and haunted. As if something was moving him, Jou danced, looking at the second-floor window. Half open curtain.
A man was standing there. Jou guessed it was Bram, but his legs immediately stiffened when he realized the clothes the man was wearing. Sweatshirts. It's a faded yellow. And from this page, Jou's eyes still had time to read the writing on the clothes. Nirvanic.
Jou blinked and looked at the window again. Blank. There's no one there.
“Jou!” I heard Nay's voice. “Ngapain you there? Hot tauk.”
Jou jerks. He hurried forward, approaching Nay who was already standing on the porch.
I think I'm sleep deprived, so hallucinating.
Nay had pushed the discotheque glass door and was greeted by the security guard yesterday. The man returned Nay's smile kindly.
“That part time work here, yes?” tanyakanya.
“Betul, Sir. Us two. Today started its work,” replied Nay.
“Oya, Mr. Bram's message earlier, if you both have da tang, meet Mr. Bram first in his room. So you guys go upstairs first.”
The security guard passed immediately, not waiting for Nay and Jou to answer. Jou's feelings said that Pak Satpam's facial water changed. Nay raised his shoulders, he walked towards the stairs to the second floor, ahead of Jou who slowly followed him. Occasionally Jou still looked back, towards Pak Satpam who rushed out. Jou seemed to catch something, Pak Satpam hid important things from them. However, what? Does he know about urban legends related to Budi Lupus?
Anjrit, why am I so influenced by Leo's story!
Nay waited for Jou in front of the door of the room, he just knocked on the door after Jou stood next to him.
“Log.” Bram's voice echoed in there.
Nay pressed the door handle and pushed it. The cold weather greeted them. Nay guessed that the AC temperature in Bram's room was lower than in other rooms in this discotheque.
When Nay and Jou appear behind the door leaf. Bram glanced at the wall clock taped to the wall of his room.
“You came faster apparently.”
As agreed yesterday. Jou and Nay will work from five in the afternoon to ten in the evening. Now the new clock is showing at 15:25.
“Because of the first day or..”.
“Because it does not jam, Brother,” Nay said.
Bram smile. “OK. That's better. But remember, I don't pay the excess money for an hour and a half if you work right away. So you can start at five. But you know you want to go home early, I suggest you work early. Quickly finished. Quickly go home and study at home.”
Nay and Jou nodded. Nay was even ready to return and to immediately begin his duties as a part-time office girl.
“But I want to explain a few things to both of you.”
Nay paused. He turned back when he heard Bram.
Nay can only grimace.
“This is your uniform.” Bram handed over a hygiene uniform that was modeled exactly like the clothes of a workshop worker. “If it's done, you take it home and wash it. Guarded and cared for her clothes.”
“Siap, Brother.” Only Nay answered. Jou just kept quiet.
“Oya, one more.” Nay again undoes the intention to turn around and start working. “Because there is no room lo ker, so you guys change the uniform in the toilet. Take it easy, there is no CCTV in the toilet.”
Nay's face was red. “Can we start now, Brother?” tanyakanya.
“Please.”
Nay turned. He pulled the door handle and walked outside. Just as Jou was about to step outside, Bram's voice sounded.
“Jou...”.
Jou stopped his steps. He turned around and left the door of Bram's room closed automatically. Nay's gone in the door.
“Iya, Brother,” Jou replied. Bram walked slowly towards her. They both live in this room. Suddenly the silence felt gripping. What an odd silence. The loneliness that makes Jou creeps for no reason.
“Good work and earnest, yes,” said Bram se has stood in front of Jou, their distance is only a few inches. Their height is the same. So Jou could see the brown eyes of that Melodic brother. Also the former sideburns that were shaved off.
“Good, Brother.”
“I was impressed when I heard Melodi's story. Not many people want to go to school while working. Don't disappoint me.”
“Sure, Brother.” Jou smiled. “Thank you for your place and trust.”
Bram nodded. “You also remind me of one. Now he lives far away from here. It's been a long time since we met.”
Jou looked at Bram's eyes as if they were tousled.
“Hopefully not bad memories, Brother. ”
Bram. “You are sweet. Pantesan Melody likes you.”
Jou gulped when he heard Bram's words. But he was relieved that there was no Nay here.
“Yes, you change your clothes and start working. Your school glue can be stored in the toilet or here. If you want, you can change uniforms here. Use my toilet.”
“Oh, no need, brother. I change uniform in toilet bottom only,” Jou replied quickly. “I'm sorry, Brother.”
Bram nodded. His eyes continued to look at Jou who pressed the doorknob and pulled him. He continued to stare at Jou's back until Jou disappeared behind the door. Seulas se nyum rubbed on Bram's lips. Then he sighed.
On Bram's desk, a man sits with his legs dangled. Her hair covered her face. He was wearing green knee-length jeans. From the tip of his foot, blood dripped down the ceramic. He was wearing a T-shirt with the words Nirvana. The shirt was torn on the chest and stomach, from the tear the blood continued to flow profusely. Moisturizing floors and tables.
As Bram turned around, the glass on his desk fell. Bram. There was no wind, no one touched, but the glass floated down to the floor and broke into pieces.
