Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

8. Asa Merapah.

Exploring the Asa (Exploring the desire/hope)

...🌸Everything that happens on the face of this earth is nothing but the will of God, even the dried leaves have been set when and how will fall to the ground.🌸...

Immanuel Kagendra Hara's.

If people ask what is the purpose of my life? I will answer, my purpose in life is to please myself. But the main thing is to make sure Reyfan's life is okay. If anyone asks what my ideals are, I will not answer them, for I do not know what I aspire to.

Weekends are a time to please yourself. Doing things that make me happy, without thinking about work. Usually on weekends, I disable the phone for work problems.

Don't want work to interfere with my meal time. Because I have to refresh the brain after working all week. Do a hobby, go to an entertainment place that can take my mind for a moment from work problems that sometimes make the head dizzy.

Like tonight. I parked the car in the parking lot of a nightclub. A place I always visit when I'm in need of entertainment. Every weekend I almost always visit places like this.

The loud music, the lights twinkling, the sound of laughter mixed with the scent of alcohol greeted me as soon as I stepped in. A few guards and visitors who knew me greeted me as I passed the corridor.

“Hai, Bro!”

“Hara!”

“Bro! How are you?”

“Alone, nih? The two are retired apparently?”

“There's new stuff, loh. Want to try no?”

I just waved my hand to respond to their greeting. Continue to move through the dance flour, where people are swaying to the rhythm of music, until they forget themselves.

I entered the VIP room I had booked before. And someone was waiting for me there. An indo-faced man immediately stood up as soon as I entered the room.

“I’m sorry! Forced you have to wait a while, your ordered goods are on the way.” He said with a sorry face that I knew was a charade. Because in this place almost indistinguishable the sincere with the only theatrical.

“It’s ok!”

I answered briefly as I threw a pan-tat on the sofa. I took a cigarette out of my pants pocket, took it out along with a lighter and a cell phone. I put the phone on the table, then lit a cigarette.

“Ori, right?” I asked the owner of the club.

“For you all ori and clean. How could I disappoint a class customer, Mr. Hara?"

"This one is fresh, just came three days ago from the village."

I raised my eyebrows, underestimating the man's words. He was so quick to pour vodka on the empty glass that was already available before I came. I took the glass that had been filled with it, drank it a little, felt the sensation of vodka that was like burning the tongue.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door. The man went to open. And there appeared a girl of proportionate stature with clothes all less material.

I saw the man whispering to the woman who was still standing on the doorstep. Then leave the room after saying goodbye, “have fun, Bro! I stay first, wear as you like and as much as you like.”

I didn't answer. I exhaled the cigarette smoke I just smoked. Put out white smoke that billowed into all corners of the room. The girl only moved two steps, dodging as the club owner closed the door. I know he doesn't know what to do.

“Are you going to stand there until morning? Didn't you get any training before this?” I asked without looking at it, and with a flat facial expression.

I saw through the tail of the girl's eyes move slowly, while pulling a skirt that only closed the bottom of her stomach. Exposing thighs that are smooth white and filled.

“Sit!” My command when the girl stood before me.

The girl sat down hesitantly. Still trying to cover exposed thighs. Though he knew his efforts were in vain because his clothes were indeed very lacking in materials. The top only closes from the chest down, exposing his back and shoulders. His cleavage is even visible.

If asked if I enjoyed all the free views? Of course, yes. I'm enjoying. Why would I come to this place and pay dearly if not to enjoy all that is presented?

I took the second cigarette. Just now that I was about to take a match on the table, the woman beside me had already initiated to take it first. Then I put out the cigarette I put in my mouth.

I smoked a deep cigarette while watching him who was trying to cover the exposed body parts with his long hair. Of course it was futile. I know this must be the first time I've ever worn a material-less outfit like this. Because his work exposed himself.

“You-” I paused a sentence, scanned it from head to toe. “First day?”

The girl nodded slowly, then lowered her head. I know he's the first time he's done this job. Because I always ask for fresh and I'm willing to pay a lot for this.

“Have known your duty?” I asked straightforwardly, while chugging the remaining drinks only at the bottom of the glass.

He nodded again, “I-iya, Tu-an.”

“Good. We start!” I brought an empty glass. He took a bottle on the table, poured it into my glass. Like practicing what was taught before.

This is one of the fun hobbies I do on weekends. Spend the night warming up and accompanied by women dressed in less material.

Usually I would enjoy my time in that room until my drink ran out, or until I got bored. Then I'll take the girls I bought to the hotel. Do something more warm and fun at the same time.

If asked since when I have a hobby like this, I myself do not know for sure. All I remember since I used to accompany Reyfan was spending the night until the morning in a place like this. I also became interested in doing something more challenging.

Not just drinking until drunk, or swaying on the dance floor to the air. One night stand is no longer interesting to me. What I do now is more fun and challenging.

Tonight was like any other night, I spent the rest of the night at the hotel with the woman. The first time a woman hides herself. He was unfortunate, because God met me on his first day.

Usually the women I have worn, they will feel the most miserable human being. Because I'm gonna do something fun that makes them all regret ever meeting me. Although not everything I managed to make regret.

The wall clock ticked, becoming the only rhythm heard inside this silent hotel room. I wear shoes, conclude the rope tightly so that it does not come off easily. Then I stood up, took the wallet out of my pants pocket. Attracting sheets of money in red and blue, leaving only a few sheets in green and purple. Habit if I've been satisfied playing and wearing that woman.

“Wait, Sir!”

“SHIT!” I cursed, because the woman suddenly took my palm, “you don't know the rules of the game?” My touch is angry, throwing his hands away just like that, “DON’T TOUCH ME!” (Don't touch me!) my eyes stare at his paled face.

“Ma-ma-af, Tu-an.” He lowered his head after taking off his clasped hands, his tone trembling withstanding the cries. He muttered, though I can still hear clearly, “what is your name, Mister?”

“Don't the merchandise need not know what the name of the buyer is?” Without looking at him, I took my jacket. Me wide steps away from the bed that was very messy because of our game earlier, precisely my game. Because I always take the role, no exception tonight.

“My name is Ti-ti-tiara, Sir!” I heard the girl screaming. That hoarse-pitched cry had no power to hold my steps. I heard crying, as usual. The grim cry of a woman whose pride I bought and destroyed.

My game's over, it's time I get back to my normal life. A real life that looks good in everyone's eyes. Leaving behind the ugly and annoying side I hide from others. Although some still know it.

“Whatever!” I muttered as I opened the door.

Dozens of women I bought, and none of them wanted me to know her name. Wh-wh-what for? We only met once, every week changing women. It's funny if I have to remember their names. So it is better never to know, it is better to call them by the name of women only.

I'm leaving the hotel because it's soon morning. I took the cell phone out of my pants pocket, contacted someone who was gonna clean up the rest of the mess tonight.

“I’ve done!” (I'm done.)

He was waiting for me on the ground floor, as usual. To be exact, where I parked my car. I took the car contact key out of the pants pocket, threw it at him who was caught sprightly.

The man tattooed almost all over his body and wearing black earrings next to his ears asked in Javanese which I understood a little bit meaning, “nandi?” (Where?)

“I’ve send you a message! Just open your phone, before ask!” (I've sent you a message! Open your phone before asking!)

“Ayu ora sing iki?” (Beautiful isn't this one?)

“As Allways!” (As usual.)

I heard her laughter blaring, echoing on the wall of the parking area. I patted her on the shoulder, as soon as I saw a car approaching. The window of the car opened when it stopped in front of me. The head of a girl poked with an annoyed face. He grumbled as I approached the car door.

“Until when did you do something disgusting like this?”

I didn't answer, just shrugged my shoulders. I patted the tattooed man's shoulder twice, before I got in the car with Cecilia.

“You brother what exactly? Every weekend playing with girls is unclear. Are you not afraid of illness?” Cecilia was still grumbling. As always, as always and I've very memorized the words he said.

Cecilia was one of my characters, other than Reyfan. Yeah, I can barely hide anything from Reyfan.

Instead of answering Cecilia, I asked Mang Saeb. The loyal car driver picks me up every time I finish doing this fun hobby, “already brought everything, Mang?”

I heard Cecilia throbbing, folding both hands in front of her chest. I was sure that his lips were tied with hairstraps, so upset with me. Let it! After all, he's been holding me and all my nature.

“Already, Mas Hara. Oya-” Mang Saeb held out a paperbag with his left hand without taking his eyes off the highway. While his right hand holds the steering wheel, “ini titan cymbok.”

I received a small paperbag given by Mang Saeb, I looked at the contents that made my forehead wrinkle deeply. A Bible, a cross necklace and a rope bracelet I used to wear.

I just remembered that this morning I took the bracelet off in the shower, the bracelet my mother gave me. I must have forgotten to wear it again. This bracelet is like a talisman to me, I have to wear it every time to be safe.

Mbok Jum and Mang Saeb are devout Muslims. I often see them worshiping in the middle of the night, or teaching during the day. But both of them remind me every day to read the Bible. Or if it was a rainy Sunday morning, they would accompany me to watch a religious event on television. They accompanied me to see a priest who was reading and describing the word of God. The definition of a life of diversity that is harmonious, peaceful, prosperous.

“Sister bring a lot of clothes, is this time brother will stay long in Jogja?”

Cecilia's question breaks the daydream. Immediately I kept the paperbag, then rubbed the head of my cousin's sister gently, “ya. Minimum month brother stay there.”

“So we can often go together, dong?”

“Not like that either. Brother works there, not on a picnic.”

“That's important brother there, so I don't have to bother going home once a week if miss the same sister.”

Basic Cecilia. His emotions are rapidly changing, up and down. A few minutes ago, he grumbled at me. Now he's tangling in my arms. Is that how women are? It was easy to change his mood, his mood.

I let him hug my arm. The car runs at moderate speed, splitting the streets of this quiet early morning metropolis. Heading somewhere.

Soekarno-hatta Airport. This is our destination, we'll go by plane to a town. The city that earned its nickname as a student city. Yogyakartaand …

I don't know what I really want to do by ruining those women. I just thought about contentment and pleasing.

My life does not have goals and aspirations, even though my age has grown up. Supposedly now, I began to explore desire. So that I have a reason, a life expectancy.

Maybe in the student city later he can find what is being explored. About asa (hope) and ideals .. or maybe love ….

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