Women Rolling

Chapter 6's

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The sound of the motor horn driven by Austin suddenly squeaked loudly in the middle of a fairly crowded street.

The brake was stepped on suddenly to lift the back of the motorcycle tire, shortly after he saw a woman crossing the road from the left front suddenly without being expected.

Surprised, the woman screamed so loudly that she reflexively threw something in her hand inside a small black plastic bag. His body looks shaky.

"Wooooyyy!!" A teenage pedestrian shouted at the side of the road.

Which then triggered the people around to get closer to Austin.

Austin turned a glance at the teenager, then went down and standardized his motorbike. Without opening the helmet, he approached the woman, stood in front of her, then asked in an anxious tone, "Miss no papa?!"

Stiffly and still trembling, the woman shook her head. "I'm not papa" he said weakly. His face bowed in shame to get the uncomfortable look of everyone who was now surrounding him.

"Thank God." Austin breathed a sigh of relief.

The black teenage pedestrian who had been shouting by the side of the road, approached the two. "Om, gentiin by now. The food is noh!" His index finger led to a place where the woman's plastic bag lay horribly. The entire contents consisting of a packet of rice with a small piece of cob fish and its yellow sauce were scattered in a mess in the middle of the road.

Austin and the woman and everyone, turned their heads at the same time taking a distance to follow the young man's finger.

The woman nodded, then lowered her head deeply. A speck of her tears fell rolling down her thin cheeks.

Austin looked at him guiltily from behind the helmeted glass still perched on his head. His voice buzzed stifled due to the restrictions of the thing, yet it was still quite clearly heard by the people in front of him. "Sorry, I bought you a new one for a minute."

"No need! Thank you," quickly, the woman. "Excuse me!" Then without babibu while wiping his wet cheeks, he, he slammed away from the place as if not wanting to linger trapped in an awkward situation that might be able to unravel all his weaknesses - creating concern in the eyes of the man and everyone.

"Wait!" Austin's palm floated up into the empty air - preventing the woman from leaving. But his pace to catch up came to a halt, after the sound of a horn squeak from the car behind him disturbed the situation. He and everyone turned in unison toward the car, to the crossed motorbike, then toward the woman again. But unfortunately, the body has shrunk as the distance is getting stretched.

"Kalo Om wants to stop the food, the girl lives on the bank of times down there, Om," the teenager said. "He's a scavenger. Kasian, again pregnant with his pepper! He must be flaccid!"

The information was enough to pinch a speck of the weak side in Austin. "Okay, thanks for the info. Must be the cave changing the food!"

"Ready. You're welcome, Om!"

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The footpath in the form of rocks made to resemble a staircase as far as approximately five meters, stepped on Austin with a careful step-down.

After the man left his motorbike to the owner of the lathe workshop, on the shoulder of the road not far from him. With a pedestal of 50 thousand dollars in exchange for day care services.

A white-colored pouch containing one box of rice field, as well as several other foods and drinks, swung merrily on the right palm of his hand.

Upon reaching the last rung of the stairs, Austin began to look around in confusion. Too many similar buildings stood haphazardly. The entire building was made of almost the same materials; rusty zinc, used cardboard, as well as waste wood that was tacked carelessly, lined up to crowded the area around it.

He started to look around. Turning his head left and right, front and back. "Where's the house?" ask Austin, more to himself.

"Hello, Mister!"

Austin flinched, spontaneously sighing his body swiftly facing the owner of the greeting.

A teenage boy about fifteen years old, street rocker-style, bare-chested. The bottom of his body he wrapped with tight jeans in red terasi-similar human-headed earthworms.

Austin looked at it from top to bottom. Three-colored hair, arranged from the tip of the forehead to the back of the head. Piercing with stainless earrings on the lips as well as ears lined up more than one, and catfish nails that are grasped while playing slowly without a song, standing near him grimacing.

"Mister, syedang appa in syini?" Instead of using English, the boy instead asked with an accent laced tone, imitating how generally the Caucasians when speaking Indonesian-not fluent.

Austin's shocked face slowly changed into an amused smile in response to the crass boy's scream before him. He memorized that kind of look in the city.

"Lu know bunting chick, sweet face ...." Austin began to ask, momentarily appearing to think while remembering the characteristics of the woman he wanted to meet. ".... Ah, yes!" Poking his index finger in front of the boy's face. "He's a scavenger! Said the guy on the street, that chick lives around here, alone. There's no leg, "it's a lot of good.

Not a definite answer connected to the question Austin got, chirping it even made a small-bodied teenager in front of him stare like a mojair running out of water. His dull face looked sinister with his mouth gaping wide. "Busseehh," he said. "Bule .. mouthnye ude firecracker cake match Hajj Ukat!"

Austin was seen wrinkling his face at the boy's words. For a moment he froze while scratching his soft, non-itchy temple.

All Hajj Ukat was carried around, his heart said in a bell. Until finally he chose to hold his body. "So how, you know, where do women live?!" And affirm the question.

"Kalo pokalis sepenpol can invite to talk model ni bule, so millionaire already cave," the street child is still in his mode, again muttering silly with funny twitching lips, his gaze was empty imagining. "Can the cave take a nudge at Rebo Market."

Austin threw away his face. Now he watched the boy through the tail of his eyes. "Yes your kayak cave!"

"Temenin cave ngamen ngape, Bang Bule?!"

Oh, loh!

As soon as he fixed the black-limbed round glasses that he had been wearing from the beginning, Austin began to feel the wrong attitude towards the street boy. "Look this kid!" he murmured, feeling that it would be a waste of time serving him. He then turned over the body to leave the little boy without permission, but ....

"Denger cave, wooyy! What's lukata a jerky cave?!" The boy yelled at him quite loudly even though their distance was still quite close.

Austin only glimpsed his head then resumed his steps - unconcerned. He was wrong to choose people to ask.

"Namenye Brother Jasmine," suddenly the boy exclaimed revealingly. "He lived in the house of zinc at the very end on the edge of sono kali." His face was pointed in a direction. "So she's the only girl who's bunting around here!"

In his freezer Austin looked at the boy. "Why didn't you say, Kampreet!!" angry annoyance. Then it looks as if he reached into something from inside the pocket of the red jacket he was wearing-picked up something. "Now, you take it!" Twenty thousand dollars he threw at the boy.

"Anjim! The money!" The boy urakan exclaimed with excitement as he pierced the money he caught from Austin's hands, after the bule man passed from before him. "Mayan ... make buy tofu gejrot!"