The Love of Mr. Gala

Misbehavior

   Because of the mistake Marisha made, she had to work overtime. His old boss asked him to change his workday while leaving the cafe.

   At 9 p.m., Marisha just got back home. It's the first time Marisha's worked till night. The first time as well, his mediocre life became extraordinary. It's fucking amazing.

   “Hhh, very tired,” lamented.

   Marisha did not do her job of delivering food orders. He only works in a cafe. Being a waitress, a dishwasher, a cashier too, everything Marisha had to do.

   Fortunately, the distance from the cafe to the house he rented was not so far away. Only about 2 blocks, he was able to get home.

   That was also the reason Marisha rented the house. Close to the workplace, is an important point that must be done by every worker.

   Although the price is a little more expensive, but the place can make Marisha comfortable. He can feel the atmosphere of the family home, even though he only lives alone.

   The price is a little more expensive, but all the facilities of the house can Marisha get. In addition, the surrounding environment and the condition of the house in it, also looks clean. Because when we feel tired after a long day of work, home is the only place we can go back.

   So, Marisha wants if the rental house she lives in, is also as comfortable as her parents' house in the village. Although not large and luxurious, but the sense of comfort that makes us feel at home stay at home.

   “Gosh.” Marisha was shocked when she saw a man sleeping on her couch.

   “Almost I hang. I forgot, if I just brought home a child of people,” his inner.

   Marisha walked closer to the sleeping man. He noticed Bima's face which turned out to be quite handsome.

   “You just got home?”

   “Gosh.” Marisha was shocked again.

   Bima's sudden question, made Marisha surprised for the second time. He was still trying to calm down, when Bima changed the position of lying down to sit. Make room for the girl to sit down.

   “You finished work at 9pm?” Bima asked again, when he saw the wall clock in the TV room telling him if the day had changed by night.

   The first time he got such a question, when Marisha came home late for the first time, he threw a rough breath.

   “Iya,” the answer is short.

   “Every day you come home from work at this time?” ask Bima again.

   Marisha shook her head. He explained why until he came home at night. “Sorry,” said Bima, suddenly.

   “Why did you suddenly apologize?” Searching for Marisha, felt something strange.

   “Wah. Don't you make anything else like my house. Ngaku, no?! What mistakes did you make when you suddenly said sorry? You ruined my kitchen, huh? Are you rusakin faucets in the bathroom? Random my room, looking for valuables? Well, not expecting. I think you're a good person,” scorn, accusing Bima of doing something.

   Getting such a barrage of accusations, Bima immediately gave Marisha a sharp look.

   Bima's expression that initially felt guilty, because it had made Marisha work overtime, changed when the accusation was thrown by Marisha to him.

   “You have always been like this huh?” bima asked, still with a sharp look. 

   “Meanings lo? How do you think?” reply Marisha, confused.

   “Always think negatively and accuse people without proof.”

   Marisha is confused. His forehead wrinkled, not understanding the meaning of the words of the man sitting beside him.

   Bima was breathing rough. He then explained the meaning of his words earlier. Marisha accused her of doing many things, simply because of the apology she said.

   Bima also explained, the meaning of his apology. Not because it had damaged the furniture or the contents of Marisha's house, but because it had made the girl have to work overtime.

   “Not one lo kok, but one of the old aki-aki. He could not squirm his employees quiet a little at home. Half a day off when it was okay. If anyone objected, would just go to the list of employee debts, continue to cut salaries. Udah, done,” Marisha clear.

   “Eh, but you're wrong too. Because of this, I fell off the bike. Because I also scolded the same customer. Keep because of you too, I have to pay compensation for motorcycle repairs. Ah, whereas I should be able to enjoy the payday,” he lamented.

   “Sorry, because it has made you difficult,” said Bima.

   Just hearing that sentence, Marisha felt guilty for discussing the matter again. “Lupain about it. I also apologize, because it's all the same lo. There is no point in regretting it either. I am sure, behind this misfortune .. there is wisdom that I can take. Maybe not now, but later,” reply.

   Hearing what Marisha had just said, Bima carved out a faint smile. “Eh, bushel. This new guy just smiled, huh? How to get more handsome anyway?” inner Marisha.

   “Lagian nih mouth, really tumben anyway really talk? So, the persimmon is that guy,” his inner again.

   “It's been night, you don't want to take a shower before going to bed?” bima asked, awakening Marisha from the daydream.

   “Mandi? Oh .. yes. Bathing. I took a shower,” said Marisha.

   The strange feeling while interacting with Bima, made her feel awkward. Marisha even immediately agreed, as the man told her to take a bath. In fact, he usually rarely takes a shower if it is night.

   Marisha immediately ran to the bathroom, after picking up the clothes. In the room, he continued to scold himself, because Bima had carved a thin smile.

   After the bath, Marisha went straight into the room. “Udah, Sha. Don't be that weirdo? Lo kayak who never saw a guy smile anyway?!” he murmured, rolling over on the bed.

   “Udah yes. Now sleep, tomorrow you still have to work hard, make pay off all debts lo equally old aki-aki,” murmured, self-admonition.

(Kruuuk)

   Marisha can't sleep. His stomach kept making noises, as it had not yet eaten dinner.

   After rolling to and fro, Marisha finally decided to leave the room. He cannot sleep hungry.

   When opening the door, Marisha saw Bima lying on the sofa without pillows and blankets. Marisha again scolded her, for heartily letting the man sleep without a blanket.

   “Bima. Lo laper, no?” ask Marisha.

   “I don't have money to buy food. So tonight I have to endure hunger. Tomorrow I will try to find work,” replied Bima.

   Hearing that answer coming out of Bima's mouth, for a moment Marisha felt her life was much luckier. Although he did not have much money, at least he could still eat.

   Marisha even imagined, if Bima he did not bring home, somehow Bima's fate next.

   The man will probably wander the streets, after getting out of the hospital. Not having a penny, nor is there the slightest memory.

   “Lo do not need to find work, let me just work,” Marisha murmured.

   “What? You want the responsibility of life ... me?”

   Marisha was wrong. He couldn't believe it if he had just said something like that.