That Bianglala, you
The night market plan
The house is empty, Bela-mama
Bianca has a job outside, whether out of town or abroad
Bianca doesn't care much. Bianca chose to go straight into the room, throw the bag
to the mattress haphazardly, change the clothes of a plain gray oblong house with
knee-length shorts. Because there is no other activity, Bianca did
is a lie, surfing on social media just to scroll the homepage,
it looks boring.
Tok.shock.
“Who?” ask Bianca to make sure
someone behind the door of his room
“Aibi, non.”
“Iya, bi, what's up?”
“Non has lunch? Aunt already
cook.” says bi Nur, the only domestic assistant.
“Iya, bi, soon Bianca
down.”
“Iya, non.”
Bi Nur, the woman around
forty-five it went down first, back to its work
not finished. Actually Bianca didn't have an appetite today, just now
the Bianca school is only able to eat a bowl of siomay, unlike Sofia who
a full cup of jumbo meatballs. But Bianca was taught to appreciate
others, as a result Bianca remained down, after all, from her level of recklessness
it's getting better that he goes with bi Nur below.
“Mama where, bi?” Bianca take
rough topic, sitting at the table, besides Bela does not tell you exactly where it is
go, maybe bi Nur knows.
“Tadi told aunty to go to
office, non.” reply bi Nur, hand bi Nur wet, slightly foaming due to soap
the liquid he uses to wash dirty cooking utensils.
Bianca took it slow, took the rice
which has been prepared bi Nur, then grabbed the fried catfish in the side dish.
“Eh, bi Nur has eaten?” ask
Bianca.
“Let's go, after non Bianca.”
answer bi Nur, still with the hardware.
Bianca nodded back, preparing
gobbling up fried catfish that might just be a family head or a mother
with some small children. Bi Nur is the new assistant,
there have been no two years of work, bi Nur first work when Bianca entered the third grade
SMP. The previous assistant was younger than bi Nur, perhaps twenty years old
younger. While Bianca was ordaining the last bribe, bi Nur dried up
the ladder with a cloth wipe, then rearrange the dishes, panic, pan, pan,
the dried ones to their original place - shelves and kitchen cupboards.
“Let bi Nur only non the nyuci.”
Tawar bi Nur's.
Bianca looked at it for a moment, then
handing one plate to bi Nur, five seconds later bi Nur has been completed.
“Bianca back to top yes, bi.” says
Bianca.
“Iya, non.”
The room is not large either
small-fitting according to Bianca while comfortable for her. Simple interior, with
paint orange color for orange, one wardrobe, one bookshelf for books
lessons are also Bianca's collection of novel books, and a makeup mirror with some makeup
which is normal in his teenage years. Bianca grabbed the phone she put on the nightstand
near the bed, look for a contact number named Sofia Putri Warno.
*Sofia Chat
[Saf]
[Sophia]
[Punten, tea]
For a second Bianca had typed
that much. No reply yet, Bianca change to find the name ‘Mama’ in history
chats.
*Room chat Mom
[Mb]
[Mama's coming home tonight? Bianca would
Much the same. There is no reply from
Bela, Bianca decides to read a novel that is forced into a bag when she
rest at school. He took the book from Bianca's bag,
when you want to open the first page of Bianca's phone vibrates, indicating there is a message
go in. On the swipe lock screen, visible from the notification bar emblazoned name ‘Mama’ two messages have not been read.
“Room Chat Mom
[Not knowing when to go home]
[Yes, don't go home at night,
before ten o'clock come home, mama will askin to bi Nur]
Bianca immediately typed in a reply [OK,
ready to do mother]
At least Bianca can be a little
breathing a sigh of relief, getting permission from Bela alone was already a fortune
Bianca. Stay how he goes to a festival that even Bianca
they themselves do not know their exact place. Bianca has to ride a motorcycle
alone on the highway night-night? No way, bi Nur definitely forbid, even
could-can be reported to Bela, then the next Bianca got a clash also in
let stand for two to three days by Bela. The phone shook again, disperse
bianca Daydream, when opening the screen, this “Sofia” name template is the one in
expect Bianca.
“Room chat Sofia
[What's the matter, bi?]
Bianca quickly searched for pictures
which he had taken from the school wall magazine.
[Here you go, yuk? You know it
her place?]
[Gue doesn't know, anyways I don't
can go out at night, here]
[Well, are you really?] type Bianca
little disappointed.
[I mean. Sorry, yeah, you ride what
so, anyway it's just two sub-districts from here]
[Okay, gapapa. Thanks for the info, though,
Sof]
[Yes, sorry yes, have fun]
Read.
Huh. Bianca breathed a heavy sigh,
throwing his novel aside, his only hope is dashed, wanting to
asking bi Nur but the same bi Nur will not deliver Bianca
to the festival, Bianca's only path must be to fend for itself
exiting. All right, it doesn't matter if Bianca orders the motorcycle online again, who
I know the driver mas ojol
friendly, hopefully at least a little entertaining. In the lyrics of the clock
the wall, at four o'clock in the afternoon, should Bianca clean up, after that
asking for a break on bi Nur- as Bela's assistant trust also to supervise
Bianca made sure the boy didn't do anything. Bathroom upstairs
there was only one, it was available in Bianca's room, not spacious,
just enough for one adult, because it was designed for Bianca
by oneself.
Bianca is ready with her pants
long milk chocolate fabric, matching colored hem that as put, hair
should be in the pigtail one leaves a bangs that cover the eel. Bianca
mirroring, ensuring the look, then slightly polishing his face with the powder in order
fresh look, also her little lips layered with lipbalm so as not to dry, not
forget a little perfume spray on the neck, as well as both veins. In the lyrics of the clock
still half-five, Bianca pensively, was too early to leave
now it? Her thought. Ah, no problem, Bianca no matter how far
the place of the festival, who knows it takes an hour more, could be late for him
there are. Bianca immediately grabbed the rectangular flat object that she always had
take it everywhere, put it in his black sling bag. Sobby
roaring, Bianca hummed softly
down the stairs to the lower floor, the intention to meet bi Nur, hair
the black in my mouth moves slowly rhythmically. In fact, just sober,
Bianca seemed to have forgotten about Given's incident in the main gate hall this afternoon.
- If there is a mistake in writing, PUBEI or KBBI, please criticize and advise, sis. Thanks though.
- Alam Literacy from the Aksara Raya
