The CEO's Pro-Daster Girl

bloodstains

An old woman, with white hair in her bun, and wearing a shabby t-shirt that has been hollowed out in some parts. He sat on a long wooden bench, occasionally looking down at the road. He smiled to find the person waiting to be seen.

"Mbok." said Arie while kissing her wrinkled hands at eating age.

"Kok suwe, Nduk, lha your bike endi, lha Ki your hand kene opo beshet kabeh?"

[[Old nduk, where's your bike, lha this is your hand why all the wounds?" ] asked Mbok while flipping through Arie's arm that was scratched by a kiss with asphalt.

"Nganu Mbok I tibo, e broken bike, no titipno ten workshop e Cak Mat,"

[ "That's Mbok I fell, the bike I put in the Cak Mat workshop," ] replied Arie while sitting next to his mbok.

"The ati ati.. Nduk.."

[Yes, Nduk was heartened," ] Mbok's eyes were glazed over, he could not bear to see his injured grandson.

"Yes ... Mbok, Kulo's lethargic mbok peanut cook opo?"

[Yes Mbok, I'm hungry, Mbok cook what?"] Arie switched the talk to Mbok not sad, he knows. The Mbok really loves him because he is the only one the Mbok has.

"Come. .manganese sek, Mbok cook tempe, same vegetable asem."

[ "Let's eat, Mbok cook tempeh, same assem vegetables." ]

"Come on Mbok." Arie held onto Mbok's arm and they both headed inside the house.

The house is not 3x2 meters wide, there are no chairs or tables in the living room but a reot bed, to sleep the Mbok. While the back room is Arie's room that is next to the kitchen, there is no door only a mosquito net from a cloth banner. As for MCK they use the joint property not far from there.

After lunch, Arie went back out to work. With a mask, hat, slum training pants that he combined with negligee. Iron with curved ends and an Arie sack ready to fight down the road in Surabaya. This is better than being a beggar.

"Arie left yes Mbok," said Arie kissing the hand of the resting mbok. He did not want the Mbok disturbed, Arie slowly closed the door of the house. Just a few steps away from Arie's house someone has greeted him.

"Rie.. Aria.. Arep the missile?"

[ "Arie's leaving?"] a man wearing a bright red top, with knee-length pants that press body, hair roll that hangs in his bangs. The woman ran small while waving a hand calling Arie.

Arie, who heard her name called, stopped and turned to the source of the voice.

"iya Mbak Sum," replied Arie kindly while smiling back at her mask.

"Rie. wes onok gurung duite, sepurane ya about me ya again need."

[[Rie, is there money, sorry but I need it."] asked Mba Sum to the point.

"Sek ya Mba less point, insyaallah as late as afternoon Mba Sum" [Better ya Mba Sum, insyaallah tomorrow afternoon."]

"Yes wes . ga popo, don't wait for Rie, wes ati ati I muleh sek."

[ "Yes it's okay, I wait for Rie, heart, I go home.'] used to say goodbye to sum while patting Arie on the shoulder.

Arie just nodded slowly Actually Arie felt bad about Sumirah owner who contracted Arie and mboknya. It's been more than a week since Arie paid her contract late last month. Arie continued his journey, he did not want to dissolve in his feelings of sadness.

*****

Map.. .tap..

Clamp hair neatly combed, fragrant, sunglasses, neat black coat is already rich handsome too, oh my good who is not the same clepek clamps prince squinty. Everyone bowed in respect to him.

Whispers whispered office residents, accompanying the steps of the young CEO who had just taken office 1 month ago replaced the grandfather who had retired.

BRAAAC

Alex opened the door of the room violently.

because the bar girl had a meeting this afternoon delayed, so she had to pay the penalty.

"Based on a fucking chick, just look at me until I see you again" she said, raising her lips.

******

The twilight horizon looks beautiful on the sidelines of Surabaya skyscrapers. A sweaty woman trudged, after struggling with highway dust, carrying a sack full of used bottles to the mopping place.

"Iki, Cak," said Arie while putting the sack on the weigh.

"Ok.. 3 kilos huh, Rie." replied an old man while taking notes in his ledger, then took some money from the drawer and handed it to Arie.

"ki by you sak Sunday Iki."

[[it was yesterday"]

"Yes Cak, matur nuwun," Arie's eyes so sparkling, smiling sumringah received money from the man. At least there is an additional to pay the contract money, although not completely. Arie swings his steps cheerfully down the small alley towards the house.

criet

"Mbok," said Arie when he opened the door, found the mbok still lying on his bed. Seeing the mbok still sleeping Arie decided to go clean himself.

After queuing for some time in the general ponten, Arie finally finished cleaning up. He returned home, at the sight of the mbok had woken up sitting pensively on the edge of the bed. Arie approached her, his eyes wide open to see the bloodstains on the palm of the hand.

"Mbok. kenek opo, mbok,"

[ "Mbok why."] Arie grabbed the hand of the guy with teary eyes.

His face grew pale his body felt cold.

Bukk

His body fell on his bed.

"MBOKKKKKK!" Arie screamed hysterically, she shook her grandmother's weak body.

Arie immediately ran out of the house, asking the neighbors for help. Before long, some people filled Arie's house. Ambulance car carrying the unconscious body of Mbok. Arie kept crying in the arms of Mba Sumirah who was trying to calm her down.