GREY MARNI
Rudi is Doni

Long journey Doni rode a yellow plate iron horse they usually call the bus/bis/bes. Doni sat in the first seat next to the driver, observing the ride from the big glass of the bus. Not infrequently Doni found a variety of vehicles and the characteristics of the driver. Truck overtaking each other, bikers crowded with horns when stuck, not infrequently also the red light buskers sing songs of love and civilization.

Arriving at the destination, a city full of crowds and shopping buildings. Not a foreign apparition to Doni, the city was not much different from the metropolis where he lived and grew up. But there was something different in his new environment, a seedy scene with a smile decoration of small children who ran to and fro. Not infrequently heard the loud screams of their mothers who told them to eat and bathe. Doni watched and smiled occasionally.

"Mas, where are you going?" Sapa an old grandfather who approached her with his old crankcase.

"Don't understand pakde, I just got here, the plan is to start boarding" replied Doni.

"Oh kos-kosan, kene no anterin nyari kos-kosan deck, cheap-cheap"

A situation that Doni should have thought about first.

"Yes, not papa pakde". Reflex that Doni did not want but so he answered the bid of the rickshawman.

The journey with the old rickshaw began, passing through narrow alleys and housing. A very comfortable sight, observing the drivers of public transportation who were mutually scattered, the, fussy mothers who are bargaining with fishmongers also there are some old women who are called seniors but this is different they are more worthy of being called super-old humans, so they are very old, carrying his wares over their heads without them holding. Balanced and calm, that was how Doni described the scene.

Almost two hours drive Doni is still late to observe various things that happened during the trip until Doni realized and asked the rickshawman.

"Still far, sir?"

"Ahh... hahh?” Spontaneous response from the old man was like he was finished thinking about something seriously.

"Still far, sir?" Doni repeated the question.

"Ohh. It's almost up to the deck, it's in front of the third floor building, it's cost-kosannya".

There was no more conversation between them until the two of them arrived at the building that the rickshawman had appointed earlier.

"Pinten sir?" Ask Doni who is coming down from the rickshaw and take out his wallet.*(pinten:how)

"Sixty thousand decks"

Doni handed over the money he took from his wallet and went to a rather old building with a fresh view.

A foreign place that makes Doni's heart more calm than being in his house. The building faces south with a small street and full of plants. Silent but full of aroma cuisine that is no stranger to Doni noses.

Doni rushed to find the landlord. It looks like a house separated from the building and looks like a middle-aged woman who is sweeping the yard. He immediately approached the woman.

"Excuse me mbak" Doni seemed confused about what the woman was called, a little old and aged but not and looks beautiful.

"Yes, how can I help you?" answer the woman.

"I want to rent a boarding house here, who can I meet?”

"Ohh.. want to sniff, come on in!" she looks like a friendly and polite woman.

Doni follows the woman and walks into her house, a room full of abstract paintings and various miniature motors of finely plotted and neatly arranged wood.

"Please sit down on the deck" said the woman as she walked towards the room of the house to Doni who was observing the entire room. Without answering, Doni sat down and the woman came out of the room with a paper and pen, and sat down next to him.

Doni observed carefully, read and flip through the pages of the paper, nothing seemed suspicious or harmed Doni. Fee 500,000 (Five Hundred Thousand)/month, No stealing, no entry into someone else's room without permission, no, you must not make noise or make noise (unless you have permission from a neighbor). But there is something that a little stuck Doni's heart.

"This deck, drink first" the woman scolded with a glass of tea that was still clearly visible in the smoke above.

"Wahh, don't bother mbak"

"It's okay, drink it first while reading, if there is something unclear can be asked" said the woman while arranging her seat, covering her white thighs with pillows.

"Emmm, this is no rule 'forbidden to bring men/women who are not muhrim' yes mbak?". Ask Doni while scratching his head.

"No deck, this is cost-free, mbak also don't care about them, the important thing is they pay on time"

"Ohh so yeah"

"Yes drink the tea first, cold hunt"

Doni was still holding the papers while drinking the tea made by the rather beautiful middle-aged woman. Suddenly Doni was curious about the woman's name.

"Oh yeah, whose name is mbak?”

"I? can be called Mbak Kos aja, usually people call me that."

"Bak Kos?" Said Doni while nodding his head again.

"Whose name are you"

"I'm Donn..." Replied Doni flounderingly remembered his purpose. He was thinking of finding a new name.

"I'm Rudi" Doni quickly got the most common name on his head.

"Oh Rudi, how is it? so what's here?"

"Yes mbak, I signed here huh?"

"Yes"

The pleasantries and introductions were over, Doni was escorted to his room which was located the westernmost of the second floor. Doni/Rudi observed every room he passed, looking full and crowded but the atmosphere was peaceful and there was no noise from other residents.

Rudi was so excited, his FTV had already started. A new name, a new environment and also the protagonist couple that will accompany him will soon find him. A feeling of pleasure that cannot be described because it is a feeling that cannot be drawn.

Dissolved in pleasure and Rudi who had entered his new room immediately dropped his body into a soft mattress that was fragrant and clean. Doni fell asleep in the pleasure of his expedition, his eyes began to ripple and incense. Close your eyes, suddenly! Rudi remembered something was wrong with him but what? Rudi looking around, what's wrong? Rudi held onto every part of his body, head still there, eyes still there, mouth, hands, feet, buttocks, stomach. The wallet! Ehh bag! tass! Rudi brought two bags! One bag still there he was wearing. And the second! The bag on his back, the bag containing his clothes, not just his clothes, there was a thick envelope inside, his weekly allowance he forgot where, the bag was possible! it may still be in the trunk of the bus he was riding on at the time.

It's ruined! the momentary pleasure in an instant became confusion without direction, sadness that seemed to hit the crown. Rudi was confused, she could not cry and could not ask for help. What he should do. Back to the terminal? Looking for customer service contacts? Report police? What he should do.

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