GREY MARNI
A Few Hours Before Dating with Salsa

Day by day, Rudi left and went home with various kinds of practices and more acquaintances. Rudi's friends started to grow. Rudi dissolves in his new habits is not at all thought of family that there is a home.

Saturday at seven in the morning, Rudi left with Salsa who was wearing red clothes and thick cotton pants. Salsa covered her clothes with a jacket. And Rudi? Still the same as usual, her makeshift t-shirt and her favorite jeans. They walked together like a friend who had known each other since childhood, very familiar and full of laughter. Sometimes Rudi tried Salsa by tickling her stomach, Salsa also did not want to be left behind to try Rudi by returning it, Salsa kicked Rudi's leg who was walking in front of her to fall. None of them took the action as seriousness, they exchanged looks with each other and laughed at each other.

"Oh yeah, Rud! Occasionally eat out!!"

"Where? when?"

"Emmm, where are ya? You find the place, Sunday might be good"

"Week? What day is night?"

"Pass"

"I'm working tomorrow"

"Emmm, Later tonight? can we?"

"Biii.. sa!" rudi replied, I was struggling to think about what he was going to do, maybe there was a schedule for the day.

"Well, tonight, you're the one who fixed the place"

"OK"

Their conversation stopped after Salsa arrived at the usual place he got down from the angkot and Rudi was still on his way in the angkot which only contained three people including himself.

"Mas, that's his girlfriend, right?" ask a man dressed like an office worker, who is sitting beside him.

"Ehhh... Wasn't it! Wasn't it! He's my friend" replied Rudi who was surprised by the strange question from the foreign fathers. After hearing Rudi's reply, the fathers smiled with eyes that hinted as if they could not believe what Rudi had said. Rudi ignored him and turned his face away. Facing back right where the angkot glass shows a small child scattered to each other playing a traditional game. Rudi remembered the past, where when he was still in the village and played with his friends until late in the afternoon and continued the game after the magrib and finished when their parents picked up and were angry. Often come home with a body full of mud so often also forced home by an angry father. A few slipper blows landed on his buttocks and thighs. It was a terrible thing that he now understood his meaning. Rudi considers it as a spice of maturity, although not infrequently violence committed by parents makes children wild and uncontrollable, but for children who want to think;then all that is just a funny story as well as learning about the rigors of life.

Arriving at the terminal, De Run was seen from afar looking for passengers, Rudi approached and helped him. One by one passengers boarded the bus and it did not take long for all seats to be fully filled. What a wonderful day for drivers and bus kernets to get passengers that fast.

The bus began to leave, sometimes in the middle of the bus journey still stops and enter the passengers again, the seats are full make the additional passengers must be willing to stand, and the, and will stand until there is an empty chair. Rudi began charging their fare while De Run was busy talking to passengers in front.

Between sad or happy, Rudi must coincide with the passengers, especially passengers who carry large bags. Various kinds of smells and fragrances make Rudi a little nauseous but he still has to charge and give travel tickets.

A few hours passed, the bus arrived at its destination, some passengers began to disembark and scatter. Some are waiting for an invitation there are also those who ride angkot and ojek.

From the front where the bus driver was De Run walked over to Rudi and invited him to have a coffee.

"Let's coffee sek, said our driver rest first"

"Hahaha, Alhamdulillah until the seat"

"I can't breath"

"Ahahaha, still strong? if you don't sleep first"

"Strong!, lanang kok" ("strong man really")

They both got off the bus and walked towards the coffee shop.

At ten in the morning, Rudi and De Run sipped coffee and talked. Until it does not feel like an hour they relax time to return to the original terminal. Rudi returned to the bus and looked for passengers shortly after the bus was almost full, crowded but not as crowded as the departure from the terminal this morning.

Saturday is the day when workers, especially workers who are far from home, return to their homes to let go of homesickness with family at home. Tourists and students also filled several bus seats. After a few hours, Rudi arrived at the terminal and hurried home. But when he was about to get out of the terminal, someone called him.

"Diii, Rudiiiii!!"

Rudi turned to look for the voice, which must have been the hoarse voice of Pakde Kirun.

"Where are you going, here's your ration today". While holding out the blue banknotes.

"Well, how much of a de"

"Let's go, the driver is happy"

"Hahaha, suwun"

"Yes, equally, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Hahaha, it's Saturday night, the wind"

"Wind of warmth?"

"Yes dong!"

Rudi ran towards the highway where the angkot was waiting for passengers. He came home happy, in addition to getting a decent ration he also had a special appointment with Salsa.

Rudi who was in the angkot sat with his hands propped up on his chin, imagining how he would dress up, imagining how he would walk the night of his first week with Salsa. Will there be anything special between them? or will it just be dinner and travel as usual.

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