Finally, I return to this place. I can not hold perasaanku not to find again. I just want to see it's quite a distance away, from a somewhat protected place. From behind the night, with the liberal view I can laugh and smile - the smile and laughter made up - in front of guests.
Where he sat waiting for the guests enough light eyes, although that place only ditaburi a dim red light. I can still feel the eyes smarting emission. I feel that he was considering me. I tried hiding behind the throng of visitors who berseliweran outside the room. But I hesitated a moment, if he see me right? Ah, perhaps the only perasaanku course. I am sure he is disappointed with me. He was disappointed because I failed to take them away from this place.
Almost every night I visited this place only to see it from the darkness and make sure he was OK. I like detective who lurk are mangsanya. Or maybe I am a dastardly who dare not show stem nose after a painful heart failure. Or so I could have been the loser of this bitter reality.
Usually I'll come around eight o'clock at night. I park my motorhome in the darkness and walk slowly toward the place he is always waiting guests. Clearly I will not dare go to the pengab in the room with cigarette smoke and the smell of drink. I am ashamed terlanjur with him. So, I only dare to stand outside, in the darkness, stare with eyes that are very wary of is to the room where he sat relaxed while rokoknya whiff of smoke.
I am often jealous when a fire burned a man who approached and merayunya. Jealous of the fire-to be so when he was a man who also serve merayunya with the smile and laughter. And my heart really burn when I saw him go into biliknya accompanied the man. When the coconut shell filled with a variety of head-thinking bad thoughts. Yes, it is clear, in a simple room that they will wrestle, wrestled, and each other in terkam snort breath birahi.
Ah, is not so. That's just mind-mind burukku only. I know he lugu women who were trapped in a situation like that. Such children enter the trap deer hunter.
I feel I have him fall in love. You know, I love the process kualami? Okay, for you will kuceritakan. When I was invited by fellow karibku come to this place. My friend is a langganannya. I currently only bengong-bengong in the room while drinking coffee. A mother menghampiriku half old. Flirtatious mother with eyes that said to me why I do not enter rooms? I said that I want to own again, again just want to enjoy the atmosphere. Mother said that there is a new, still young, newly arrived from the village. Mother is the new age 15 years. In heart I am also interested in the words of the mother. Wah, still very young? I want to know so well what young women, who spelled it? Old mother was calling him.
After bath, the mother of the older women take it to me. With timid inexperienced women that sit in sebelahku. He was not only silent and speaking. Sweet face and the smell is still kencur. Somehow the child to whom a place like this. Menyuruhku old mother was immediately mengajaknya entrance room, with the rate of special, more expensive than usual.
In the room, she was still silent, not talkative. From eye-kanakannya face radiated a feeling anxious and skepticism. I see the compassion so miserably that it tingkahnya. I immediately wanted to prevent when he busananya strip. He was upset with tingkahku.
"I have to serve my guests," he explained.
"I do not need to be serviced. I just want to chat with you. And I will still pay the appropriate fare has been agreed," ujarku.
I contemplate the face of it simple. I somehow so why not tega and feel sympathy with him. I may be trapped in the beam eyes covered so that smoothness at the same time worries. I have known the number of women who work like this. But women with this one, I feel in myself a desire to rise to be hero, to save them.
Mendekapkan I head to my chest. I stroke the hair belai-sebahu. Suddenly I felt just being an older sister who want to protect adiknya from all marabahaya.
"Why you can be in a place like this?" tanyaku gentle. "You should enjoy the time-period sekolahmu, such as friends of another .."
She menatapku soft and silent.
"I do not know, Mas. My auntie invited by me here. I promised a job with a salary that tantalize. Dijebak But I was here by tante my own."
I am surprised to hear that pengakuannya a move. Secretly in my heart, compassion slowly into feeling sympathy for mengasihinya and keinginnan.
"You want to get away from this place?"
"Yes, clearly, Mas. But how can I go from here?"
"I will ngomong bosmu same."
"It is impossible, Mas!"
"Why impossible?"
"Mas does not understand the situation here. Once a woman trapped in this place, they will wallow for life here."
"No. Menyelamatkanmu I will. You must continue sekolahmu. And you must find a better job of working here."
Women kencur smell it subjected the head. Eyes exude hope, a hope for freedom.
I smell keningnya. I bisikkan few broken words that he be patient and resilient. I am out of the room with the feeling dejected.
"What, Mas? Good, eh?" Part-old mother was standing in front of the eye mengerlingkan door and flirtatious to the eyes.
Suddenly I want to vomit just to see the show flirtatious mother.
"I want to ngomong same bosmu," ujarku with a slightly indignant tone.
"What, Mas? What services does not satisfy ya ...? Wah, so I will report to my boss."
"Do not. Not a problem. It's the same I want to discuss bosmu. Can you call him."
Women part-old belief that boss hurried to meet BOS. Not long, he appears again accompany women to the face rather gembrot imply subtlety.
"What, Mas? What he does not serve well Mas?"
"Not a problem, Bu. Approximately if I want to invite her out of here, what?"
Women who face gembrot pawky suspicious that immediately changed.
"The Mas gimana?"
"I would like to invite him to go from here."
"If we have to redeem the Mas Rp 5 million, what?"
I terkesiap. Gila gembrot this is correct. Why do I have to redeem it as much? Is not everyone entitled to choose kebebasannya?
"Why do I have to atone for that? He is not dead goods. He has kebebasannya a man," ujarku furious.
Si gembrot cynical smile.
"Mas this kayak does not understand aja. He was under control and my responsibilities. Aunt was I commend him on."
"If so, you do not have the right to sell him as he was with the hiring prostitutes," the infuriated ujarku see the oddity gembrot.
"Life Mas increasingly difficult. All people need money, and now everything is measured by money. Here are Mas. If Mas would like to bring him, then provide the money Mas Rp 5 million. That's it."
Si gembrot bitch going to leave while I still terbengong-bengong. While I do not know what should be done. I am going to leave that place with the feeling of injury. I saw a glimpse of women who want to kuselamatkan the shiny wet kepergianku stare.
Several days later I try to get as much money to redeem him. I tried to borrow his friend. However, efforts bear fruit only kerasku futility. I can only collect Rp 2 million. I go back to that place and try to bargain with the brothel gembrot, but quite useless. Si gembrot remain in the original opinion.
I feel disappointed with myself sediri. I am not powerless to save him. I do not completely mengutuki myself, why I do not have so rich.
Then as now, every night I can only stare him out of the darkness at night. While holding my heart that scorched nearly burned jealous, I saw him bercengkerama with guests. He seems happy with the work dijalaninya. Every smile and tawanya see, I feel guilty at the same time disappointed with myself. In the end I only loser so .***
Where he sat waiting for the guests enough light eyes, although that place only ditaburi a dim red light. I can still feel the eyes smarting emission. I feel that he was considering me. I tried hiding behind the throng of visitors who berseliweran outside the room. But I hesitated a moment, if he see me right? Ah, perhaps the only perasaanku course. I am sure he is disappointed with me. He was disappointed because I failed to take them away from this place.
Almost every night I visited this place only to see it from the darkness and make sure he was OK. I like detective who lurk are mangsanya. Or maybe I am a dastardly who dare not show stem nose after a painful heart failure. Or so I could have been the loser of this bitter reality.
Usually I'll come around eight o'clock at night. I park my motorhome in the darkness and walk slowly toward the place he is always waiting guests. Clearly I will not dare go to the pengab in the room with cigarette smoke and the smell of drink. I am ashamed terlanjur with him. So, I only dare to stand outside, in the darkness, stare with eyes that are very wary of is to the room where he sat relaxed while rokoknya whiff of smoke.
I am often jealous when a fire burned a man who approached and merayunya. Jealous of the fire-to be so when he was a man who also serve merayunya with the smile and laughter. And my heart really burn when I saw him go into biliknya accompanied the man. When the coconut shell filled with a variety of head-thinking bad thoughts. Yes, it is clear, in a simple room that they will wrestle, wrestled, and each other in terkam snort breath birahi.
Ah, is not so. That's just mind-mind burukku only. I know he lugu women who were trapped in a situation like that. Such children enter the trap deer hunter.
I feel I have him fall in love. You know, I love the process kualami? Okay, for you will kuceritakan. When I was invited by fellow karibku come to this place. My friend is a langganannya. I currently only bengong-bengong in the room while drinking coffee. A mother menghampiriku half old. Flirtatious mother with eyes that said to me why I do not enter rooms? I said that I want to own again, again just want to enjoy the atmosphere. Mother said that there is a new, still young, newly arrived from the village. Mother is the new age 15 years. In heart I am also interested in the words of the mother. Wah, still very young? I want to know so well what young women, who spelled it? Old mother was calling him.
After bath, the mother of the older women take it to me. With timid inexperienced women that sit in sebelahku. He was not only silent and speaking. Sweet face and the smell is still kencur. Somehow the child to whom a place like this. Menyuruhku old mother was immediately mengajaknya entrance room, with the rate of special, more expensive than usual.
In the room, she was still silent, not talkative. From eye-kanakannya face radiated a feeling anxious and skepticism. I see the compassion so miserably that it tingkahnya. I immediately wanted to prevent when he busananya strip. He was upset with tingkahku.
"I have to serve my guests," he explained.
"I do not need to be serviced. I just want to chat with you. And I will still pay the appropriate fare has been agreed," ujarku.
I contemplate the face of it simple. I somehow so why not tega and feel sympathy with him. I may be trapped in the beam eyes covered so that smoothness at the same time worries. I have known the number of women who work like this. But women with this one, I feel in myself a desire to rise to be hero, to save them.
Mendekapkan I head to my chest. I stroke the hair belai-sebahu. Suddenly I felt just being an older sister who want to protect adiknya from all marabahaya.
"Why you can be in a place like this?" tanyaku gentle. "You should enjoy the time-period sekolahmu, such as friends of another .."
She menatapku soft and silent.
"I do not know, Mas. My auntie invited by me here. I promised a job with a salary that tantalize. Dijebak But I was here by tante my own."
I am surprised to hear that pengakuannya a move. Secretly in my heart, compassion slowly into feeling sympathy for mengasihinya and keinginnan.
"You want to get away from this place?"
"Yes, clearly, Mas. But how can I go from here?"
"I will ngomong bosmu same."
"It is impossible, Mas!"
"Why impossible?"
"Mas does not understand the situation here. Once a woman trapped in this place, they will wallow for life here."
"No. Menyelamatkanmu I will. You must continue sekolahmu. And you must find a better job of working here."
Women kencur smell it subjected the head. Eyes exude hope, a hope for freedom.
I smell keningnya. I bisikkan few broken words that he be patient and resilient. I am out of the room with the feeling dejected.
"What, Mas? Good, eh?" Part-old mother was standing in front of the eye mengerlingkan door and flirtatious to the eyes.
Suddenly I want to vomit just to see the show flirtatious mother.
"I want to ngomong same bosmu," ujarku with a slightly indignant tone.
"What, Mas? What services does not satisfy ya ...? Wah, so I will report to my boss."
"Do not. Not a problem. It's the same I want to discuss bosmu. Can you call him."
Women part-old belief that boss hurried to meet BOS. Not long, he appears again accompany women to the face rather gembrot imply subtlety.
"What, Mas? What he does not serve well Mas?"
"Not a problem, Bu. Approximately if I want to invite her out of here, what?"
Women who face gembrot pawky suspicious that immediately changed.
"The Mas gimana?"
"I would like to invite him to go from here."
"If we have to redeem the Mas Rp 5 million, what?"
I terkesiap. Gila gembrot this is correct. Why do I have to redeem it as much? Is not everyone entitled to choose kebebasannya?
"Why do I have to atone for that? He is not dead goods. He has kebebasannya a man," ujarku furious.
Si gembrot cynical smile.
"Mas this kayak does not understand aja. He was under control and my responsibilities. Aunt was I commend him on."
"If so, you do not have the right to sell him as he was with the hiring prostitutes," the infuriated ujarku see the oddity gembrot.
"Life Mas increasingly difficult. All people need money, and now everything is measured by money. Here are Mas. If Mas would like to bring him, then provide the money Mas Rp 5 million. That's it."
Si gembrot bitch going to leave while I still terbengong-bengong. While I do not know what should be done. I am going to leave that place with the feeling of injury. I saw a glimpse of women who want to kuselamatkan the shiny wet kepergianku stare.
Several days later I try to get as much money to redeem him. I tried to borrow his friend. However, efforts bear fruit only kerasku futility. I can only collect Rp 2 million. I go back to that place and try to bargain with the brothel gembrot, but quite useless. Si gembrot remain in the original opinion.
I feel disappointed with myself sediri. I am not powerless to save him. I do not completely mengutuki myself, why I do not have so rich.
Then as now, every night I can only stare him out of the darkness at night. While holding my heart that scorched nearly burned jealous, I saw him bercengkerama with guests. He seems happy with the work dijalaninya. Every smile and tawanya see, I feel guilty at the same time disappointed with myself. In the end I only loser so .***
WORK : Wayan Sunarta
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar