Way Home
55 Until when

Not long after, after longing to be shed even though Hazri tried to stay in control, now Dewi sits quietly picking songs from songbooks on the shelves carrying DVD players. Hazri watched while smoking. The song is selected, ordered, and then sang to the girl. It also turns out that the voice of Dewi brings local songs that are popular. Hazri also enjoyed.

It's Hazri's turn now. The song was chosen, the Goddess was spoiled. “Which time is it, Mas?” he said while still laughing.

Hazri just grin. Next, they continued to chat, sing, cuddle, kiss, and so on. Until finally Tika told through the intercom that time was running out. The goddess also healed herself. Hazri quietly grabbed a pen from the paper on the table and went into the bathroom in the room. The goddess did not notice because she was busy mending her clothes.

Not long after the door was knocked. The goddess opened the door after opening it. Tika greeted rama, Dewi replied to her. Now his heart was not as good as the beginning had come. Tika went inside.

“Sorry, sir, it's up to time.” Tika told Hazri.

“Iya. How much is it, Ma'am?” ask Hazri.

Tika handed me a note. Hazri also paid more than the amount stated. Tika held her heart not to steal another look at Hazri for not feeling good about the Goddess, although she was very curious.

“Thank you, sir,” said Tika received money from Hazri.

“This...,” Hazri whispered while giving the money roll that was prepared directly into the hands of Tika, mumpung Dewi was off guard. Checking his HP.

“Thank you very much, Sir,” said Tika smiled.

Hazri smiled back.

Tika. It was so dead that he knew that smile. But, who? Mumpung Dewi has not returned, Tika was reckless to look directly at Hazri's face, his eyes narrowed. Hazri stares back. Tika. His heart is pounding, this Hazrikah Bang?

“Already, Mas Boy?” The goddess greeted as the road approached.

“Already, already...,” replied Hazri quickly.

Tika is disappointed that her time is up. The investigation was forced to stop because the Goddess was too close.

“Already, Mbak?” ask the Goddess to Tika.

“Already, already, Ma'am..,” replied Tika rather stunt. He excuses her while carrying a curious lump in his heart.

“Yuk, Mas..!” take the Goddess after Tika.

Hazri nodded.

They went out, and the goddess was in the arms of Hazri, walking. It's been a quiet karaoke room, apparently they're the last guests to come home tonight. Tika was standing near the main door, about to release the last guest. That's the rule here. As the reception officer, Tika must immediately release the last guest who will go home.

“Thank you, Sir, Ma'am.” he said as Hazri and Dewi passed by.

“Sama-sama, Tik..” Hazri.

Hazri smiles. The goddess smiled, Tika also smiled. No one realized Hazri and Dewi went straight to the car in the parking lot, while Tika held back for a while there, there was a fellow employee who needed to talk. After that, he went to get ready to go home.

One step, two steps, three steps... Suddenly Tika remembered something, her steps stopped and immediately turned back, walking quickly to the parking lot. Too late, no cars there. Tika walked back to her work area while contemplating.

Tika reached into the pocket of her uniform skirt, then rushed into the VIP room 2 that Hazri and Dewi had been wearing. There, he took out a roll of money received. Counted twenty-eight pieces of money a hundred thousand. Two million eight hundred thousand, more than double his monthly salary. Tika... And, more rounded his eyes after finding a message written on one of the money sheets.., “How are the campus children? Already graduated? Take good care of yourself. Don't tell anyone. Hazri.”

Tika was crying in the room. The questions of his friends are not answered.

Meanwhile, the red Panther has entered the residential area. Soon we will arrive at the Dewi boarding house. In the car. Hazri is trying to calm down the Goddess who has been crying so much since half the trip. For no apparent reason, but definitely due to the pressure of feeling.

“Goddess.., come on, sweetheart, don't cry. I don't have the heart..,” said Hazri slowly.

The goddess tried to stop her crying, but it was not easy. Until he arrived in front of his boarding house he was still as excited. Hazri stopped her car across the street, where it came from. He stroked the Goddess's hair as unwillingly in the clench of her chest. Not knowing what to do, Hazri lets the Goddess finish her crying. She continued to caress slowly, occasionally kissing the girl's softly-setting forehead and eyelids.

Finally, too. The goddess raised her face, looking fixed at her lover. Hazri looked at him too. Their lips slowly moved closer to each other.

“Mas, be careful..,” whispered Goddess.

Hazri nodded. While still hugging her, she slipped the money roll into the right pocket behind the Goddess jeans, unbeknownst to this girl.

The goddess sighed. “When can we meet again, Mas?”

Hazri smiled wryly not answering.

Goddess understands. Hazri's long hair is smoothed with her fingers full of affection. “Come if you can, Mas, don't force it. I don't want to see Mas Hazri get caught.

Hazri.

“Honey, be careful yes..” The goddess kissed Hazri's forehead and rushed down from the car and ran straight to her boarding house with her head bowed, without looking back.

Hazri's feelings seemed to be uprooted along with her away from the girl. She knew, while running the Goddess must be crying again. Hazri looked behind the girl's body with a pushy look. He waited until the Goddess entered the house. Just go away...

Suddenly a pair of diamond eyes appeared in his deepest grasp. Hazri took a deep breath...

Until when...

These wounds....

Secuil Coffee

Indekos or kos/kost is a service that offers a room or place to live with a certain amount of payment for each specific period (generally payment per month). The word is derived from the Dutch phrase "in de kost". The definition of "in de kost" is actually "eating inside", but it can also mean "living and eating" in a house where you live.

In the Dutch colonial era in Indonesia, "in de kost" is a lifestyle that is quite popular among the upper middle class for the natives, especially some who glorify western culture / Europe, especially Dutch customs, with this trend they hope a lot so that their children can behave and behave like the Dutch or European who feel more honorable at that time.

In the colonial period, the Dutch or European nation in general got a very respected status and has a high position in the social strata in the community, especially among the indigenous people of Indonesia. Non-Dutch and non-traditional people consider the need for their children to behave "like" Dutch people. By paying a certain amount of money as collateral, his son was allowed to live in the Dutchman's house they wanted, with some conditions already taken into account, the child was adopted as an adopted child by the Dutch family.

After living with the Dutch family, in addition to being allowed to eat and sleep in the house, the child can still attend school and learn to adjust to the lifestyle of the family where he hitchhiked. From this situation is perhaps the most important side of the concept of "in de kost" in ancient times, namely adapting and imitating the culture of life, not just eating and sleeping, but expected after stopping hitchhiking, he said, the child can be educated enough to be able to live independently in accordance with the family traditions of the place where he once lived. It is considered similar or similar to the concept of "Home stay" (in English) in present times