The Beautiful Cheating

Yeah, Caught!

At seven o'clock I set foot in the terminal Tanah Abang. First, I stretched my body so that the tense muscles could limp back. Second, I was looking for a place to rest. My eyes were fixed on Endomaret which was directly across from the terminal.

I put my foot on the barrage towards that shopping place. My throat feels dry when asked to be moistened. I set out to buy a bottle of Kamua and a packet of Mari Bread. It is good to stomach.

Surviving in the Metropolitan city with a million dollars is not enough for two weeks. I need to be more efficient and better at managing finances.

Although bekum is quite full, but at least my stomach no longer kicked. I sat on the porch of Endomaret staring and passing vehicles. I took a long breath. Sometimes, seeing people wandering around like no problem makes me envious. Like I'm the only one with the most serious problems in the world. It's just about being grateful and not. I can't always look up, I need to look down too. Because by looking down, I can be more grateful despite being tested like this. Sometimes, the one above can be cloudy, especially the one below, right?

While he was engrossed in contemplation and introspection, suddenly my phone rang loudly. I grabbed the phone I put in my jacket side pocket. My eyes widened as I read the name of the caller on my phone screen. Yeah, El Barrack! Sloppy! Why don't I turn off the phone?

"Hello, Brother?" tanyaku carefully.

"Where to go, Ca?" el asked softly. I thought, El must not have known about my departure.

"I'm in the room, brother," I replied steadily.

"really? No lie, hem?"

"Really, Brother. Why?" here my feelings began to worry, there was a smell of suspicion across there.

"I saw a beautiful angel alone. Can I come near her?" quite frankly this one guy. You rusty crocodile!

"Y-yes please! It's up to you" I said. I immediately disconnected the phone. Very upset to hear his sentence too frankly.

"Hem!"

The phone connection has been turned off, but why is there the same sound behind me? Is it because I'm too jealous and hallucinating like this? my inner.

I tried to shake off the bad prejudices and hallucinations that were becoming more and more. But I increasingly smelled a familiar scent on my nose.

"It is impolite to disconnect the phone without greeting. Especially in a state of misunderstanding." this time, the hallucination became more real. What is this thing called fact but mirage? I still silently stared without blinking. Until a pair of big hands grabbed my waist, hugging me from behind. I was shocked and rebelled, but the power was too strong.

"Bad boy! Who told you to come here, hem?" el asked without taking off his embrace. I'm silent, so this is real? How did El know about my escape?

"Don't dumb. Answer me, why did you come here without talking to me first? Are you not thinking about your safety? Don't you know, I'm here fighting for the common good? Don't you think you're at risk if you meet Ali, you keep being taken and held in his favorite warehouse, you keep getting asked questions about your departure while you're in the hospital, huh? You think, don't you?" cecar El, albeit with a gentle intonation but full of emphasis and disappointment.

"I can't put Mayang in danger, brother," I replied as I was.

"Keep in what way? By exchanging positions, is that it?" El raises his eyebrows.

"I thought what Ali was after was me. So, with me going back to him and obeying all his orders, all will be safe" I sobbed. Yeah, I'm crying. I'm weak in front of people who make me comfortable. Either with Father, Ninda, Rosa, Mayang, or El though.

"So you're ready to serve his psychopathic passions? He's a sexual torturer, Eca. More than ten girls have been killed because of him. Are you ready to die? If you die, can you run away from that problem? No, Ca. It could be after you are not there, Ninda who is an easy target Ali. Where's your brain, Ca?!" this time El's tone began to rise. It was my fault for not listening to El's message.

"We have to fight to cripple Ali, Ca. The law in Indonesia is not comparable to the suffering of the victims. The law of the jungle that we must use to teach him. So, we need careful calculations to deal with this problem. Trust me, okay." El cupped my cheeks, then kissed my eyes. I nodded obediently, then leaned my body against El's body which always made my soul comfortable.

"I don't want you to get hurt, honey. Let my position for now be that of a pebinor, said the person. But at the very least, we love each other and fight each other to uphold justice. For Mayang and my mama's problems, I think papa is enough."