Women In Remang Room
Routines

   I'm hendra, I'm hendra,

An ordinary man who is matured in the universe, overwritten by nature with all its problems.

Streets and sidewalks are places where I scavenge for fortune, serve as a parking garage from the scorching heat until the end of the day, all I do because I live a life of kara, kara,

My parents have been gone since I was in fifth grade.

  But that's not what I'm going to tell you, though,

That was four years ago before I was in my current job, where this story all began, the atmosphere of the scope of work that started a title on a new book sheet that is still wrapped neatly, he said, a blank sheet that I wish I could write my own destiny.

    That morning as usual, I was with all my routine running over and over, acting as an OB in a prostitution under the guise of SPA,

The place where women peddle her body, the,

They call themselves therapists,

To entertain themselves behind their tragic story, I know because sometimes they complain about lostness to follow the direction of the devil.

  Don't go where it was !

I still want to continue my story,

Gulp down your warm cup of coffee while I open the door of the shophouse that is still tightly closed,

Let me take you around looking into what most striped men call all this heaven and the angel of his bidadari.

   "For the mas" Sapa one of my cashiers while patting my back violently tried to surprise me who instantly broom in my right hand reflexively hit his left foot.

"Aduuhhhh..relax dong" His impact with bulging eyeballs almost out.

"Lgian lu, a real morning prank that makes the heart of the cave almost moved to the left side"

I said while slightly laughing to melt the atmosphere.

 He also did not break my joke and immediately stepped onto the cashier table with his legs slightly limp because of my broom punch earlier,

"Road don't have to be chopped, you guess......." 

"Bodo is very" His impact once again cut off my conversation.

   She was a little wild, though,

His tone sounded harsh, too,

The cashier was named Mayla, a 22-year-old woman who according to her claims she was one of the village flowers.

   Before long I cleaned on the first floor,

Immediately I rushed to the second floor to continue my duties, my OB room was on the second floor, adjoining the brown gibson behind the faded stairs, the space was enough to lie down without being able to straighten the legs.

Understandably, all my combat equipment is in various corners, strewn untidy.

Even dozens of cigarette butts contribute to interior design on each side.

Just to the left of my room separated by a ladder, is a therapist room that serves as a waiting room while waiting for guests.

  The clock is still pointing at 10:30 wib,

The operating time here is 11.00 to last order at 21.00, divided into two morning and afternoon shifts.

I also after cleaning my work is fairly relaxed, most only replace the used bed linen.

   Here, on the run from the striped husbands, the,

No morning, no afternoon or night, the atmosphere inside feels the same under the dim light.

  In my not-so-widespread room, I leaned against the white-painted wall that was beginning to flake off, I leaned on,

Stretch your muscles while sipping a glass of hot tea.

 On the other hand, there was the boisterous sound of a horde of women who had no idea what they were talking about,

Unclear and interconnected babbles, each other,

My lunch time was interrupted by the laughter and shouting of those in the room on the right side of the stairs.

 Amidst the chatter that was like a crowd of markets, a loud voice called out to me

"Mass Hendra."  Shouted one of my Therapists.

I too who had failed to fall down and build a dream, immediately moved closer.

"Yes mbak" Sahutku while standing in the middle of the door while looking for the direction of the voice that calls me.

One of the women in the corner of the room looked at me spoiled,

With thin lips wrapped in red blushing lipstick he also said :

"Mas Hendra is busy ? Beliin Viona eat dong"

"Do not be pretentious sweet lu, cave enek see your flirtatious eyes, snii money ! What did Maw buy?"  My answer.

"Hahaha..warung mom aside today cook what mas?"

She continued asking as she walked up to me flirtatiously intending to seduce, I'm used to it, I'm used to it,

I don't care about him, either,

The most important thing to me is the wages every time they tell me to shop.

That's also my side income here,

They also happen to know themselves.

Sometimes my wages even exceed my monthly salary.

Makes me feel more comfortable working here,

Being in the middle of the scope of work with people who are kind.

 Without waiting for long I immediately bought him a meal on order, as I hurried away from the room...

"Lu didn't ask for money to deliberately steal my attention by buying breakfast?" Said Viona who immediately stopped my steps.

"Hahaha.gk do your spiciness, snii where is the money!"

I answered along with my right hand taking money from Viona's right hand.

"Entar up there photoin ya masakanya anya cuisine"

Viona's orders I didn't answer and I walked right out of the room.

 Once in the garage that is frowned upon, I also lngsung issued a made in China android HP that for the current era is somewhat outdated, but not yet,

With a slightly cracked 5 inch screen on the top side of the right.

I'm looking for Viona on my HP contact list, I'll call her via video call as she wants,

"Hallo mas, what cooking is it?" Ask Viona behind the phone.

"Caves are not cooks, look at yourself !" I replied while pointing the camera at a table crowded with Javanese food.

"It's up to you to buy Viona what, so many poetry choose, which pnting do not sweet sweet yes mas"

Viona said while ending the phone call from me.

After waiting for a long queue that is indeed a Bu Yayuk stall never deserted every day,

It was my turn to order a meal that fully entrusted my taste to choose what menu Viona would eat today.

 Not long a packet of rice chicken rica wrapped in orek tempeh has been bu yayuk prepared, he said,

"Thank you buk" I said to Ms. Yayuk who was still busy taking orders.

"Is this a mas? Don't you drink?" Ask Bu yayuk.

"No buk, I happen to be the snake stealth, by chance,

If you eat directly on the swallow do not use drinking"

I answered without laughing as if what I said was true.

"Hahahaha.can you mas, this is mas, so everything is twelve thousand rupiah" said Bu Yayuk while thrusting rice wrapped in a used newspaper in a bag of black crackle.

"Yes buk, thank you." I answered briefly while carrying a black crackle bag and walking home to my work.

Bu Yayuk's food stall is only a few shophouses away from where I work, it didn't take long to arrive even on foot.

 Just when I was in front of the door made of red-tickered glass...

"Ndra ! From where?"  Greet my boss from inside the car with the stifled front door glass open.

"This is the boss, out of the shop next to the buyian eat for Viona" I replied as I stepped open the door.

Inside, there are already some guests sitting in the living room while hearing our G.R.O explain the advantages and attractiveness of the therapist Thursday one by one,

Please note that G.R.O here is a pimp who only refined the sentence.

 I also immediately climbed the stairs to the second floor where Viona had called me repeatedly the sign of hunger her stomach was unstoppable.

"Buy where the hell the old mas is very" protested Viona while singing lips that I think even more look sexy.

"Babelle ahh..." I answered briefly and then left the rice package I placed on the floor.

  That was a brief explanation of my routine during the day in the scope of work.

The rest I'll explain in "part two".

Where did all these stories begin.