Starting From Grey

Ambiguous Perfume

Trust with your heart, be firm with your words and prove them by action. (Kru Kepo)

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I laid my body on the bed of the hotel, today was quite tiring for me but also quite pleasant. It needs to be underlined 'enough'.

"Will not take a shower?''

"Just a minute, you go first. You have to pray." I covered my face with my arms, and then I woke up.

I remember something. Jacket, why didn't I buy it? Later tonight will still want to go to BNS, must be cold. I patted my own forehead feeling stupid.

"Lo why?" ask Shinta who just came in.

"So I didn't buy a jacket" I said slowly. While Shinta only ber'oh' ria.

Whats? He just said 'oh'.

"Mut, for the bandage dong, I think I'll get it." Shinta tidied up her groceries.

"In the front backpack" I said as I lay back down. I can still see Shinta moving towards my backpack instead of being suspicious just making sure Shinta knows the place.

"Well, what's the shoot, Mut?" shinta asked, looking at my face.

"Just make it a habit if the moon comes again. The innards want to be lazy because the body feels tired." I got up from lying down and then I picked up the paper bag containing the clothes I had loundry.

"Well, who's taking a shower?" shinta asked while pacing. He did not dare to sit because he was afraid of penetrating so just stand up.

"Salsa was the one who took a shower first, Dini still met Mr. Ismail said," I tidied my bag, I put the results of my hunt earlier in the bag.

"Well, that's done," I said as I saw the bathroom door open and showed Salsa's confused face.

"Why?" salsa asked while drying her hair.

"So Shinta wants to go to the bathroom." I'm sitting on the bed. We had one room with four people, so the occupants of this room were Salsa, Dini, Shinta and me.

"Are you really cool?" salsa asked grimacingly. He might not be so good, he's so good.

"No, just another dapet so must be hunted change so do not penetrate." I looked at Salsa's white face.

Ah, a little envy crawled through my mind. How perfect she was, having an ideal body, a beautiful face and white skin. Physically he is perfect in my judgment, but unfortunately he seems indifferent to appearance.

"Well, I took a long shower, huh?"

"Yes, it's a long time until I take root and bear fruit" I replied indifferently and I saw a bad face.

"Yes, sorry." He sat next to me with a guilty face. I chuckled then said, "no Sa, I'm just kidding."

He slapped my thighs, "right kirain. What a mess Mut." I fell wide, then he went to the hotel mosque to pray.

Shortly after Salsa came in, it turned out that she was also getting ready so we spent time chatting together starting from the most unimportant things to the most insignificant things.

We discussed about groceries, continued to discuss the issue of clothing and fashion models, chat politics and even chat about artists. Even if we both talked I was more silent than telling stories, I knew for myself that my ability to talk about social issues like that was minimal.

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You're like a star at night, and I'm just a grain of sand waiting for you from a distance during the day and staring at you at night still from afar. (KruKepo)

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We got off the bus in turn, I was wearing a bone-white purple shirt like I left yesterday.

After getting off the bus, I breathed a sigh of relief even though the coldness instantly caressed my spoiled body. I waited for Shinta who got on the bus to return because her phone was missing.

"Where are you going?" ask Shinta who is near me. We are now in the Stone Square. We're here before magrib gets to Isya before heading to BNS.

"I want to wash my face" I said as I headed to the courtyard of the mosque.

"Yuk," said Shinta while holding my hand.

We headed to the bathroom in the basement of the mosque, as we went down the stairs, the cold flowed into my body and it was able to freeze my blood.

Hehe...  Really hyperbole to me.

After finishing cleaning, coinciding with the adzan maghrib. Since we were both not at the sacred phase, so we rushed towards the square to enjoy the twilight atmosphere.

Ah dusk, when at this time we should be inside the house. Because according to the story in a clock like this is a time when angels change tasks and shethan roam.

The road looks crowded, but the walking looks a little. I pressed a button on the pole hoping the traffic light changed and we could both cross.

"A lot of it, Mut. It's almost night." I just nodded while crossing.

Right in the middle of the road we passed a group of young men who seemed to be more mature than us. And of the many perfumes they used I smelled a perfume I was very familiar with.

There were five boys and 3 girls. I immediately looked up when I reached the other side of the road. I hoped to find the figure of the perfume wearer, but the results were nil because I did not recognize any of them.

"Lo why?" ask Shinta, please,

"Do you feel anything?" askaku expectantly.

"Yes," Shinta replied making me sparkle.

"What?" many enthusiast.

"Hungry," he answered, grinning. I sighed and walked ahead of him. I still hear Shinta's loud voice. I pointed my camera lens towards the beautiful star-shaped fountain.

"Gue wants a photo" Shinta said in style near the fountain. I nodded, after taking pictures in turn and occasionally we both took pictures with the help of unknown people.

"I really want to ride a ring," I said, looking up.

"Yes, yeah, wait for the certainty that what I think is true." Shinta said as she focused her gaze towards the mosque.

"What thoughts?'' I wondered, then we both sat on the plataran.

"So I felt like I saw bang Abi." Shinta said quietly while looking at me. I who was initially looking at the photos of our shots just turned my head.

"So you also feel that, I mean have the same feeling as my mind," I said confused to reveal my thoughts.

"Yes, you too?" ask him wonder.

"So when we crossed over I smelled Abi's perfume, which I rarely met." I was finally honest with my thoughts. I saw Shinta nodding, it seemed like she felt the same way too.

"Me too, because the smell of perfume bang Abi is so special."

The two of us then kept quiet and enjoyed the cold breeze. I occasionally stroked my arm to get a little warm was actually a lot of question marks on my head, but I had no intention of finding an answer to satisfy the curiosity cravings in my brain. Suddenly Shinta stood up. I was quite surprised, I saw Kamil and the others at the other end.

"Bang Abi," he shouted, making me turn towards Shinta.

"I go to Kamil first" I said as I walked towards Kamil, which was near a buffalo or cow statue.

I can't meet Abi right now even if I want to, but I don't know if I feel uncomfortable and don't know how this feels that I'm obviously uncomfortable and anxious.

"Mil, please take a picture of me near the fountain with the apple dong" I asked near Kamil, frowning and then nodding.

We took pictures alternately and some friends also followed, after which I stood on the spot while observing the results of the photo, and others were joking.

"Now, you put on my jacket," Kamil said holding out his jacket. He took off his jacket for me. Wow so sweet Kamil. I know very well the nature of this classmate of mine, he is good in his own way which is sometimes misunderstood by his friends.

"No Mil, you'll be cold." I refused subtly. Kamil had forced but finally he could not dwell because of the stubbornness I had.

Until when I was joking and we intended to find food in the restaurant across the tree there was the word 'Solo' in the name of the restaurant, I felt a jacket on my shoulder, I turned to find Shinta smiling. I took off Shinta's jacket.

"Do not have style, you will be cold and sick I bother," I said while giving her jacket.

"Gue wasn't cold at all times" he said casually as he returned his jacket.

''Put it on, look at me too, right," he said curiously and then chimed in on another conversation, discussing who would buy the boxed rice.

I frowned and began to think, if this is not Shinta's jacket then whose jacket is this?

I thought so hard that I felt my phone ring, from a number I didn't know. I didn't pick it up, I understand I like illfeel with pranksters.

When the thought of the word guy, I became reminded of one name 'Abi'. Shinta had just met him and returned with this jacket. Don't tell me that this jacket–––you know what I mean.

"Shin, don't tell me this jacket–––" I said hanging.

"O Allah Mut, you have been silent since then just thinking about it," Shinta said while shaking. I'm pouting.

"Mil, I'm two yes," said Shinta then pulled my hand and we walked towards the purchase of a ticket aboard the ring.

We went up, then sat down next to each other I was still busy replying to Rifa's father and brother's message, while Shinta did not know what was going on.

"How long is Hasan's holiday?" shinta's voice asked. Wait, Brother Hasan? I looked up and saw Hasan and Abi sitting in front of us.

I'm surprised, I'm surprised can I just go down? I looked over and felt the ring start to spin. I still see a cynical smile on that face and this one face–––datar.

"Hi Mutia, long time no see" said Hasan. I seemed to lose all the functions of my organs, I just kept silent not answering a single bit.

Then Hasan and Shinta spoke with her familiarity, leaving myself in silence. Because I felt awkward, I immediately turned to look outside, whether the earth sky or the lights were lit. I did not want to hear their conversation, even though it seemed a lie because in the end I still heard the conversation between the two of them with the occasional Abi chimed in.

"Yuk Photos," said Mr. Hasan while removing his express-–– phone.

"You shimmy dong Mut, Bi." I don't know which demon possessed us so we posed with the order of kak hasan, Abi, me and Shinta in front of the camera.

"Later tagged on your FB," said Mr. Hasan after several snaps.

"Lo is very flat Mut," commented Hasan while giving a picture, I just smiled faintly.

They can easily assume the problem is no longer among us, but I'm not them I can't pretend to be comfortable and enjoy it.

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If it looks complicated forget it. It is definitely not our true love. True love is always simple. A simple sacrifice of loyalty that demands nothing and beauty as it is.

(Tere Liye)

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After coming down from the hall I said goodbye to go to the toilet for a while, when I was actually avoiding talking to them.

However, as I walked towards the toilet I recognized the figure of the young man talking over the phone. I'm sure that he's bang Adi, one of the street kids in the capital. I know him because we used to take to the streets together.

Ah you must be astonished. Yes, as a broken home victim child I must not be that easy as I accept the situation. I live with my mom and she is busy with her new family.

At that time I was still Junior High, even I still did not get monthly guests. I envy my friends who when the rapping was taken by their parents,

me being?

Let alone the father who lives outside the city, my mother who lives at home with me just does not have time. So, every call to school is always Leni's son Mbok Well my family's assistant who still faithfully lives together in our house.

And it started with that envy, that I darkened my eyes. I was getting lazy to go to school, I started to feel like I was the least considered child and took me to hang out with some buskers and street kids.

I grimaced when I remembered that stupid incident. I stood behind the figure while holding each other, I was like a wife who caught her husband cheating on me.

He turned his body, I had seen his surprised face, but bang Adi still bang Adi he was too good at playing expressions. He immediately put on a flat face as usual.

"What are you doing here?" tanya bang Adi flat. Waw, what is the greeting of a first meeting like this, really this is not normal is not it?

I quietly did not answer, I just observed the appearance of bang Adi who seemed to change. I looked intensely from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

I heard him clucking, then was about to leave. But I pulled the shirt he was wearing.

He stopped and looked.

"You want what?" ask bang Adi lazy. I smile.

"I'm just wondering" I said as I played the edge of his shirt, I was like a sulking girlfriend like this.

I saw him raise his eyebrows, though,

"Since when did you say I'm ria" he took my hand off his shirt.

"Udah long time, Bang." He sighed, then stepped towards the star-shaped fountain.

I didn't wait for the order to follow him straight away, then we sat on a chair near the rabbit-shaped statue.

"Gue there is a mutual cooperation here," said bang Adi after we sat down. Bang Adi mah was a good person, just that he looked sad with his aura and flat face.

"So you're not on the road anymore?" my many. She shook her head.

"It's been almost 6 months, I work part time." I'm nodding.

"How are the kids, Bang?" I asked when we were both silent. We both have a habit of being silent even though we were together a long time ago. Because both do not like pleasantries that we consider just stale.

"They're good, some of them go into social foundations, some go to orphanages. Only Hanum's mom's family has not moved." I am thankful enough for the news.

"Bu Hanum has not spoken since Dila went to prison because he was caught picking up," said bang Adi while looking ahead I immediately turned my head in shock.

"When pickpocketing?" ask me with a loud enough tone. Dila was a good girl, she introduced me to the condition of the street house. He's an honest kid, so when he heard he pickpocket I was stricken with disbelief.

"I didn't believe it at first either, but when I went to the police station he said that he was real nyopet, so I couldn't do anything anymore." I heard the sound of bang Adi hoarse. I know the sadness, you must not believe that in that environment the solidarity is high unlike in soap operas that are mutually persecuting each other.

We were both silent again, I swung my legs because I was bored. I don't know, now I feel awkward if I just keep quiet.

"The package that you use––" said bang Adi hanging. I looked in wonder and looked down at the jacket I was wearing.

I looked at him, I was surprised to see him putting his flat face back on.

"What's up, Bang?" I was surprised because he did not continue his words.

Not yet bang Adi replied, Shinta has appeared.

"Gue wait until the moss, it turns out you are cool dating."

"I'm not dating" I said, misbehaving.

"You know each other?" ask Hasan who also approached us. So Bang Adi knew brother Hasan? I seem to have missed a lot of things.

"Yes we used to live in the same town." Bang Adi answered coincidentally with Abi coming with a girl whose face I know. And that girl was the figure I saw at the jatim park this morning.

Argh, I don't want to meet him, I have to have a way to avoid this.

I saw Abi wearing a jacket, and then I thought that my thinking was wrong. Abi didn't lend you a jacket, then who?

I observed one by one, and the one who did not wear a jacket there was only one person, namely Bang Adi. He only used plain t-shirts lined with checkered flannel shirts with buttons that were not buttoned.

I turned to Bang Adi, she looked at me in wonder. I put my hand out asking for something.

"What?" tanyakanya.

"Mobile," I replied slowly. Then without comment he gave me his phone and I saved my number to his phone. Don't forget I dialed my number so I had Adi's bang number.

I returned the phone, though,

"I want to go to Kamil first, you go there first" I said facing Shinta and assumed the others did not exist.

"Have you finished talking to Adi?" shinta asked, I squinted suspicious eyes. So Shinta also knows Bang Adi.

"You know bang Adi?" I was suspicious, Shinta just grinned unclear.

"Yes we met at Nana's mother's wedding," replied bang Adi flatly, I turned to bang Adi with a look of horror.

So bang Adi knows the family of Nana's mother, it turns out that it was I who always knew nothing.

I turned back to Shinta to say goodbye, after which I rushed towards Kamil who was talking to Ismail and Bu Nita.

I vaguely still hear them saying that I am strange and evasive. But it had no effect on me, because it was the best I thought.

I looked back at the jacket I was wearing, and this jacket smelled two different perfumes I recognized. Why is the smell of this perfume so ambiguous?

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