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GOOD FRIEND'S ADVICE

"This is the way of the Youth, son," Mr. Aditya told Tristan after they were at their intended address. "But what's the house number, son?"

Tristan looked around from the houses on the street. "That's it, sir. I forgot what the house number was" Tristan replied.

Pak Aditya's luxury car pulled over on the side of the road. "Does Tristan have his friend's phone number? Just try to be contacted first the phone number of the theme, son," said Mr. Aditya suggested.

"Oh." Tristan scratched his head. "Sa-I don't have HP, sir," he said with a faint smile.

"Ooh—so. In Jakarta like this it will be difficult to find an address if you do not know the number of his house. There is no HP to communicate. It will be difficult" cried Mr. Aditya.

"Yes already, sir. I'll just get down here. Let me search for it myself. Hopefully, the people around here know my friend, sir," Tristan said.

"Oh, just like this. This is my business card." Mr. Aditya gave his card to Tristan. "There's my phone number. If Nak Tristan doesn't find his friend's address, Nak Tristan can call me."

Tristan received a small paper that was slightly thick. He turned the paper back.

"Good, Sir. Thank you in advance" said Tristan kindly.

"Thank you to Nak Tristan. Do not hesitate to contact me, yes," replied Mr. Aditya politely.

Then, Tristan got out of Pak Aditya's car. He resumed searching Bayu's address.

Radtya Purnama Wijaksono. The Directors of PT Saxta Indo Perkasa. Tristan reads the business card of the person who just gave it to him, while walking on a small sidewalk. And then the business card was put in a small bag on the edge of the backpack.

A high-speed motor runs from the front. Simultaneously, a small child ran to the middle of the road as it chased the ball of ball that escaped from his hand.

WWWWYUUEEENG!!!

"AWAS!" shouted the young mother shocked to see her son who was already in the middle of the road.

Tristan quickly pulled the boy. "Are you okay, Dek?" said Tristan who just saved the boy.

The 5-year-old boy just shook his head while holding his balloon ball answered Tristan's question.

"Thank you, Mom" said the child's mother with a panicked face.

"Together, Ma'am," replied Tristan kindly.

"Nor ... " Tristan felt pain in his right arm from a dagger-sucking wound while he was fighting.

"You don't seem to be a citizen here, Mas" exclaimed the young mother who watched Tristan from head to toe.

"Yes, Mother. Is correct. I just arrived in Jakarta. I'm from the village, Ma'am," said Tristan.

"Oh, so. Then who are you looking for here?"

"I'm looking for the address of my friend who lives here, Ma'am. On this young man's street. But I forgot what the house number was" Tristan said with his left hand still holding a handkerchief that covered the wound on his right arm.

"Whose name is the theme?"

"Wood, Mother. High people. Her skin is a bit brown. Hair curls. And he uses glasses" Tristan said, describing his friend's figure verbally.

"Wood. Bayu." The young mother muttered as she lowered her gaze trying to remember. "Oh—. A woman who works in a mini market. He lives in that contract. His house is two-story blue. The contract is Mr. Junot" said the woman with one child after remembering it.

Tristan's face was a little cheerful. It was beginning to disappear uneasily within him. "Oh. Thank you, Ma'am," he said kindly.

"Who is that man? handsome is also he," the young mother muttered after Tristan passed from her face.

An old man came out of the small room on the left of the house. When viewed from his appearance, it looks like he's this pretty big contract guard.

"Who's looking, Mas?" the old man asked in a heavy voice to Tristan who was standing outside the fence.

"I want to find my friend. His name is Bayu, sir" replied Tristan.

"Tristan—!" yell someone in the back of Tristan.

"Bayu—," said Tristan after turning his body turned back.

"Oh. That wood," muttered the old man and then he went back into his room.

The two men who have not met for a long time embrace each other like friends.

"Until you're in Jakarta, Tan," exclaimed Bayu with a beaming face welcoming the arrival of an old friend.

"Nor ... " Tristan grimaced in pain. Bayu accidentally pressed the wound on Tristan's right arm while hugging.

"Why your hand, Tan?" tanya's a little worried.

"A-H. It's okay, Yu. Biasalah, I fell from a coconut tree. Yesterday it was still in the village" he replied.

"Ah anyway, why are you also taking coconut, Tan. Still kayak first. Hahha—."

****

The morning sun is falling on the eastern horizon. Open the light to return to do his job. Without feeling it has been three days Tristan hitchhiking in a simple room belonging to his best friend. However, the situation has not changed. Still in the same situation.

"Here you go, be patient first. Maybe you'll get a job today, Tan. Now I just remembered, why don't you try to bring the address of the person on the business card," exclaimed Bayu trying to give advice to his friend who was half-desperate tired of looking for work.

"It looks like he worked for a big company, Tan" he continued.

Tristan laid his body on a small mattress attached directly to the floor. Next to his feet raised and placed on the bent left foot.

With both of his hands on, he looked at the ceiling of the room while thinking about the words of his friend.

"Hmm—. But I'm not good, Yu. I don't know who that guy is. After all, my intention is only to help him" Tristan said. "And he gave me his business card to call if I didn't find your address."

Bayu already knew the cause of the wound on Tristan's right arm. That's because Bayu forced Tristan to tell him while helping his best friend was treating his wounds.

"Hey, Tan. There is no harm in trying. You didn't force that guy either. The man himself offered, not. Even though he gave you his business card not to offer you a job. Who knows if you're in the process of working there, Tan."

Bayu tidied his hair in front of the mirror after putting a belt in his trousers. He's getting ready to go to work. As a cashier in the mini market.

"And later, if you're already the boss of that company. Don't forget about me. Invite me to be successful with you too, Tan," he said by putting a hair comb on the sidelines of the wood that sticks under a small mirror.

"Haha. You're all-in, Yu. I don't work yet. You've been imagining high."

"aha. Everyone is successful. Starting from a high wishful thinking, Tan," said Bayu.

"Well, I went to work first. Don't forget to lock the door if you want to go out" Bayu said before he stepped out of the room.

Maybe Bayu is right. I'll try it first. Affairs are accepted or not, it's a later affair, Tristan murmured and then he was getting ready to take a shower.