You Steal Mine, Yours I Steal (BL)

Ba-Gaska-ra

When he returned to the boarding house that night, Indra immediately worshiped the night before doing anything else. His body felt more tired than usual, even compared to when the cafe was crowded. He thought maybe because he was unknowingly tense while keeping the cafe alone. Mr. Hendi came only about two hours while the cafe was bustling before leaving again and asked Indra to close the cafe alone.

So tired, finished worship, Indra immediately fell on the mattress. Prepare to welcome a deep sleep that is already on the threshold of the eye.

An hour later, Indra opened her eyes, twinkling at the light yellow ceiling. Two hours later, it was the turn of the room wall that became the object of his sharp gaze. It's past midnight and he can't sleep.

Indra had felt tempted to take drugs commonly used to help calm if his mind is upset but prefers to open the food cabinet. The body will be calmer and easily sleepy after eating. Because there is only instant food, Indra makes his favorite fried noodles.

He's only two weeks away from pay. At the start of the deal, Indra gets about two million a month and gets three days off a month. He did not know whether Mr. Hendi was among those who calculated with money or not. From some places Indra has worked, good people do not always give a lot of overtime. Even for his overtime, Indra bought a serving of fried rice. There are also those who prefer to give goods rather than money to their employees. Personal senses prefer to get money than expensive foods that he is not necessarily willing to eat.

Indra then remembered the business card given by the young man in the cafe. Actually Indra wanted to take the job for himself but with the current conditions, he was not too sure of being able to finish both jobs well. After all, he does not know how the condition of the young man's house, whether there are pets, whether there are small children, whether including cooking too, whether washing using machines or hands. He also did not dare to introduce people without knowing clearly the condition because he did not want to be long-tailed. Most apes, until dealing with the police.

Therefore, a few days later, Indra was shocked when he helped deliver a cake order for the young man named Gaska, his home is a two-story house with a gazebo and a mini waterfall in the Batara housing complex.

"Please bring it in, sir. I still have an important phone call for a minute. There's my brother inside."

The house that looks big from the outside turns out to be even bigger inside. The side door to the kitchen which is wider than the room, connected with a dining room that is no less spacious next to the park. From where he stood, Indra could see the living room and the stairs coiled up.

No sign of small children, pets, and guaranteed to have a sophisticated washing machine. Although alone, Indra sure can cook three kinds at once if the number of stoves as much as that.

"Who?" Ask someone who dumps Indra's daydreams.

The tall, thin boy held a mobile phone in his left hand while his right hand had a yellow tumbler. His face looked suspicious and curious.

Indra relaxed her face so that no expression would appear on her face. Currently he comes as a cafe clerk so he strives for professionals.

"I'm delivering a cake order, where are you going to put it, huh?"

"In the kitchen, nothing. Pay-as-you-can-do business, Gaska, yeah." Without waiting for Indra's answer, the teenager immediately drifted in another direction and had disappeared from view.

Indra put a jumbo plastic bag containing a cake box on the counter in the kitchen. He went back out to pick up the last parcel that was still in the vehicle.

"The payment is, sir?"

"Yes, it's been a transfer. Later the pesen asked to count first, so there is no complaint about the difference in the amount later."

"Yes, sir."

Indra entered again while carrying the last plastic bag. He felt uncomfortable exploring people's homes without their owners.

"Hello, excuse me?!" Indra shouted loudly in the kitchen. "The temple is all, yes! Excuse me!"

The young man who had the message, Gaska, appeared while carrying a cell phone in hand. "Have you?"

"Yes, please count again," Indra stared straight ahead, around Gaska's shoulders.

Gaska gave a small nod, "No need, I believe."

Indra nodded, "Then excuse me."

Arriving at the cafe, Indra tried to continue his work as usual. But his surprise after entering the Batara complex house has not disappeared. He made a few mistakes that are not usually done. Mr. Hendi asked if he was okay and told Indra to go home early.

In kos-kosan, Indra is still pensive. All this time he imagined how happy the complete family, whose parents were complete, was with their children. Those who are happy above the suffering of Indra and her mother. But when he saw with his own eyes that they were happy, Indra felt like he was struck by lightning.

To be honest, he did not know what to expect. Maybe the house is good only from the outside, and the inside is dilapidated like wood eaten by termites. That they're not as happy as they seem. That all the abundant treasure brought disaster to them, as Indra had hoped all along.

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The next morning, Indra went to Nyekar.

The tomb bearing his mother's name still looks new. In Indra's heart a little tucked anger at the mother who never talked about the man who became his father. Just repeatedly saying and saying 'don't look for him'. Not only the face, his name does not know. When Indra asked his mother's brother, many of them had forgotten because it had happened so long ago. The address obtained accidentally was among his mother's belongings.

The serene and serene atmosphere of the tomb made the various thoughts that filled Indra's head begin to be arranged one by one. For the first time in his mind if the person who lives in the house may be a different person, not his father anymore. After all the paper that says the address is already brownish yellow with ink that is rather blobor.

For the sake of one certainty, Indra moved from the tomb and resolved to ask directly to the concerned. Indra still has Gaska's business card in her work uniform pocket.

Indra then searched more carefully to every corner of the room, maybe scattered or tucked. After nearly two hours of searching, he still had not found Gaska's business card. All the possibilities he thought, because the Indra travel route is only a place of boarding and cafes, the biggest possibility is in the two places. Because there is no boarding place, it could still be in the cafe.

Once again Indra looked around the room to make sure the business card was not there. After being sure, Indra left to go to the Javajaya Cafe. Time shows eight o'clock over thirty minutes when Indra arrives, so Anya or Pak Hendi will soon arrive.

Indra waited until nine o'clock more but not a single person showed up. Only then did it occur to him to call the boss where he worked.

"Good morning, Mr. Hendi, I'm Indra. Sorry to call early."

"Yes, what's wrong, Indra?" The voice across the phone sounded heavy as if he had just woken up.

"The cafe's not open today, sir?"

"No, if you're on holiday, the cafe's also off. What's up?"

"Ah, no, Mr. Hendi happened to pass in front of the cafe koq closed. Well, sorry to interrupt, sir.."

The phone across directly closed even before Indra finished talking. Indra felt annoyed because from earlier his efforts many times reached a dead end.

Feeling annoyed, desperate and frustrated so one, Indra immediately turned on his motorbike to the house in the Batara housing complex that he had been looking for a few weeks ago.

The atmosphere in the complex was quite quiet with occasional vehicles passing by. No one rebuked even though Indra was standing for a long time at the door. Although the guts were tempestuous, the fire dimmed as he faced the door that separated him from the fact of the inhabitants inside.

The blowing cold wind carried a thick dark cluster of beginnings that looked fierce and challenging, covering the sunlight that had not been too bright. After thirty minutes passed, Indra clenched his hand and hit the bell hard. Time and time again.

Continuously. But no one came out.

"Hhhh!" Indra shouted loudly because of her nervous sense since morning as if meaningless.

Of course today when he began to dare to face reality and search for the truth, circumstances made everything so like a joke. Like his life all this time that became a joke for others.

Disgust, shame, tired, hungry and frustrated because no effort succeeded in making Indra's face feel hotter. His blood that was racing and whizzing rang out to his ears, covering up another voice.

The fierce cold wind and piercing drips added to his annoyance until finally the feeling was unstoppable again and started to make his eyes blurry. His teary eyes filled with tears finally spilled along with the falling rain that was getting heavier.

Indra felt lost again for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

Until when this trial will end.

What a mistake he made that life felt so heavy.

What is wrong with Indra on them so that he must go through a road full of obstacles.

Question after question came out of his mind accompanied by his broken sobs. All the sadness that he harbored for years flowed endlessly. Hatred and fury that did not know where to take it tore through his chest.

He did not care anymore, no one would see or hear in the midst of the torrential rain with strong winds and lightning striking. I don't know how many times his fist banged on the door that remained unmoved, until his hand felt thick.

So late was Indra in his mind that he did not hear a car moving closer. His tear-filled eyes did not catch the light of the floodlights that shone on the body that turned back on the street.

"Geez, what are you doing here?" Asked the voice of the man while pulling the arm of Indra who was half-sitting and in a drenched state.

Indra looked up, towards the man. That person was Gaska, who gave a business card and could answer some of the questions that had been suffocating his chest.

"I..." Indra's voice was stingy and hoarse after crying for some time.

With half a shout, Indra spontaneously replied, "I Want to Be ART!!!"

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