MAYANG PUJAKU
Sendu Mayang

The sound of a group of women laughing, and chatting, could be heard creeping along the walls of the corridor. I stepped up to approach the source of the voice. There was a room where the lights were still on, and the door was not tightly closed, my feet continued to step towards the room, then I very carefully peeked at the room from the cracks of the door that were slightly open.

After I saw it, it was the room of the women of the night to wash their bodies.

Right now I'm like Jaka Tarub, who's peeking at seven nymphs bathing in the river. However, I did not get the shawl I wanted to steal, because at that time, I did not know the name of the woman who had made me float.

There were seven beautiful, graceful women. They wash their bodies with warm water. Their poignancy is really like an angel in folklore, Jaka Tarub. However, there was the most radiant among them, she was Mayang, the woman who made me float. If he had a shawl, then I would have taken it right then and there.

"Hey! Who's there, do you care?" yelling at one of the women in the rinse room surprised me.

"Ah shit, I got caught," I said and hurried off.

I got up from the perfect spot, and hurried to run, in front of me there were two directions, one to the left and one to the right towards the front door. However, if I ran towards that door, then my escape would end up being blocked by the two security at the door, so I had to find a place to hide, but in the midst of the escape, I was in the middle of the escape, I saw a big closet, and it seemed like it was enough to hide my body.

"Huh ... Hah ... There's a closet, I have to hide there!" I said with breath.

I hid in the closet. I heard the voices of people running around looking for me.

"Where did that guy go? Very quickly," said one woman, maybe she was one of the women I peeked at in the rinse room earlier.

"Ware, if caught, I'll be out of this place" I said.

For about five minutes I was in a closet full of clothes. Yes, of course because it's a wardrobe, not a closet. If the closet, it must be filled with clothes, don't you think? If not, forgive. All the clothes in the wardrobe that are said to be not this wardrobe, looks filled with women's clothes, not women's clothes.

(I'm confused)

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Ten minutes later, the sound of the closet door opening. How surprised I was, apparently the face that caught my presence in the closet, was the woman I was looking for. Our eyes stared at each other, with wide-open eyes. Then the closet door was closed again by Mayang and locked by him.

"Ahpert, surely Mayang would lock me up, and surely he was calling security"

"Okay, maybe I'll die here" I said resignedly to the circumstances.

Not long after, the wardrobe door opened again.the beautiful figure is graceful and beautiful, again looks first illuminate the dark room in the closet.

"I'm in heaven?" my question is just spoken because I saw Mayang.

"Relax, this time you survived" Mayang said as he closed his mouth as he held back a laugh.

In addition to the elegance of the body, the beauty of the face, and the beautiful sighing voice, now I see the sweet side of Mayang who is holding back laughter.

"Come fast! I'll show you a safe way out" Mayang said as he grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the dark closet into the brightly lit room. For some reason since knowing Mayang, I can only resign, and following whatever Mayang wishes, I was hypnotized.

"You wait here, I'll see things outside." Mayang told me to shut up, and I just nodded without saying anything.

Mayang opened the door, and looked at the conditions around the corridor. After being sure that things were safe outside, he looked at me and swung his hand. That is, he told me to approach him, and again I only responded to Mayang with a nod and a flat face.

Mayang clasped my hand, as if he did not want to lose me. Unknowingly my hand justifies the position of Mayang's hand that initially grasped my wrist, until now our talapak hands are fused together and hold each other tightly. Mayang looked at me in surprise, and I stared at Mayang in fascination.

We stepped very carefully, for fear that anyone would catch wet. Me and Mayang were slacking while gluing our bodies to the corridor wall.

"Ah .. anu Kak Tiar I'm looking for my lost hairpin." Mayang replied in a stammer, maybe he was as surprised as I was.

'Oh .. Her name is Mayang!' I was happy to know the name of the woman I was holding her hand on.

"You be careful, that perverted guy hasn't been caught yet" said the woman called Mayang by the name of Tiar.

'Hah ... means me?' I felt insinuated by Tiar's words.

"Yes, Tiar, calm down. Brother knows I'm a ferocious woman here, haha," Mayang replied with a joke.

‘Yes, Mayang is indeed ferocious!'

"Yes, if you've met a quick break!" said Tiar.

"Yes, ready!" mayang said with a smile with those thin lips.

Somehow I felt very sad when I saw Mayang who was so jolly in front of people he knew. The sweet smile, which he had always spread to the wild men out there, was very different from his current smile. His smile now looked so sincere.

How can it be, a beautiful lotus flower, growing radiant like this amid the murky lake filled with ferocious crocodiles. He allowed the crocodiles to touch him, without allowing themselves to be torn apart by the rough skin of the crocodile.

"Heh, even dumbass, let's spout!" Mayang broke my daydream created from his smile.

Again, I could only nod and say yes like a cow pulled by its master. I followed Mayang's every step, and still resignedly let him take me anywhere. Finally we managed to sneak around, and were already in front of the back door.

"You can go through here," said Mayang with a taut face, he hid his sweet smile from me.

"Okay, thank you for bringing me here, Mayang," I said. Mayang opened his eyes wide, maybe he was surprised to hear me say his name.

"Yes," said Mayang, showing his shoulder.

"Why are you suddenly pensive?" my many. For some reason seeing Mayang's face like that, my heart felt pain.

Without saying a word, Mayang closed the door with a little slamming, leaving my face still stunned, and the heart that was still full lost its beautiful figure.

Mayang, the sad face that you showed me, even though only for a moment I understood the meaning of the look on your face. I want to ask for your pain, and let myself exhaust myself to bear the burden of the suffering you bear.

Beautiful but wounded. Graceful but humiliated. Strong but crying.

Makes the beetles worry

You flew over the thorns making your wings torn.

Falling, getting sick, you don't mind

O poor woman, may your night be accompanied by a bright star, a cheerful witherer.

SERIATE.