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it was 3.14am. no rain. my cellphone rang. dammit. strecthed my arm reaching the table on the right side of the bed. my eyes halfly closed. pushed the green pad and put it on my ear. i heard a loud music. house music to be exact. who the hell called me from the dugem place at this time. whatever the offering is, i won't go through the hassle of be dress and call a taxi. it was 3am. asshole.
then i heard a sob. somebody cried. at 3am? shit. the voice drown in the loud background music. i looked again at the phone. it was one of my regular client number. arrgh. she tried to say something that i barely heard. suddenly the music became slow. i believe she walked out from the place. "i need help. i don't know what to do." (off-course the whole conversation was in bahasa indonesia, i just translate it)"
now is 3am. where are you? just go back and rest. we talk about it tomorrow."
"i need to talk about it now. are you in jakarta? i need an advice. i need solution to my problem."
dammit. why all these problematic person always think i always got solution for all their problem. i had told them. in every session. repeatedly. i don't have solution. i only can help them to find the way. the solution is always in them. and calling me at 3am? dammit.
"ok. i won't go where you are now. it doesn't sound convenience to talk over there. you should go back and get some rest. when you feeling better, give me a call."
"can i come to your kost now. i can't sleep. i can't eat."
so i should not sleep too? dammit. but what if she killed herself. overdosed with ectassy. drunk and jumped over the building. it will not be my problem though. but can i carry on living knowing she had come to me for help and i denied it? dammit. so i said yes. 3am for therapy? i am so hate myself.
turned off the phone. parted from my blanket. went to the bathroom to pee and washed my face. put on my pant. sat on the red sofa. opened my laptop. dammit. i need a strong coffee. to be frank, i am not really that sleepy. i think i am insomniac. maniac that can't sleep. mad cow to be precise. except yesterday. i missed that fragrance. the serene aroma on my pillow. it just not there anymore since yesterday afternoon. actually since i woke up.
walked to the door, grabbed my black cup and headed to the pantry. somehow i felt that i should make a tea instead. earlier last night, a friend called me to joined them for a shisha session at a lebanese cafe at menteng. we were having tea. there was some leaves in the tea. it gave the tea a fresh aroma. and hell yeah, they got better shisha than in saudi. that was according to the saudi-veteran whom with us last night. the shisha tobacco put inside a fruit. looked like an apple. the water is not just ordinary water. the cafe also served a selection of fruit juice or milk. i believe the shisha lover won't get the luxury anywhere else but in jakarta only. spice of jakarta life.
together with us was a malay guy from singapore. he already been in jakarta for 15 years. doing forwarding business. he hate singapore. he rather flied back and forth between jakarta and kuala lumpur. we went on talked about his business, jakarta's life, chat about the job and most of the night we were gossiping.
i took a sip of the coffee and headed back to my room. no tea available. i had to satisfied with only instant coffee kapal api. my bed was a messed. i don't care. my ass backed on the sofa. its not really red. maroon would be the correct word. why bother. open the six feet window. cold air rushed in. or maybe rushed out. it was not raining since yesterday afternoon. only cloudy.
heard a knock on my door. it was not locked. a chubby lady. big breast. big ass. took off her shoes and slammed on my bed. i had not met her for several months. the last conversation we had was during ramadhan. she called me and told me that she went back to her hometown to filed a divorce. she doesn't really like her husband. she was agreed to married because she got pregnant. a normal story that i heard a lot. so what should i do with a lady crying on my bed. dammit.
i took a cigarette, light it on and puff it away. offered her a drink. she shook her head. i let her cried. after 15 minutes, she got up and wiped her eyes. she went to the bathroom. came out with a sad face and sat on the edge of the bed. metro tv was showing a funeral of mbah marijan. the key keeper of mount merapi. died due to the 500 degrees steams that blowed by the volcano.he was sort of a legend and i know him as an actor of some 'jamu' ad. almost all people in mid-java respected him as 'orang pintar'.
she begun to told her story. she got the divorce. messy but she got it. three days ago when she was at work, the babysitter called her and told her that her one and a half year baby missing. her babysitter is one of her neighbour. the babysitter left the baby for a couple of minutes at the living hall for she went to the kitchen to get something. when she went back, the baby was gone. everybody now cried frantically at her house. her mother also just came from brebes upon heard the lost. yesterday, she got sms from her ex-husband said that he got the baby. he is in pekanbaru. what is going on in pekanbaru. maybe a virus called 'stupiditas' has become an epidemic there.
she planned to fly to pekanbaru to search for her baby. hold on. even if she found the baby, is it possible for her to took her back to jakarta from her crazy-ass-horse ex-husband? i asked her about the term regarding the children agreed during the divorce proceeding. she said the court has granted her to be the guardian. ok then she had two option. whether to used gangster (they called it preman) or used the police channel. she looked at me with a sharp eyes. i show her the plan. she nodded.
azan was on the tv. she still sat on my bed digesting all the information that i just gave. i called for a taxi. she opened the refrigerator and said something about icecream. she knew i usually kept an icecream to stunned my brain. took a teh botol and opened it with her teeth, damn strong teeth. i asked her where she was when she called me before. she said few friend took her to a karaoke in kota. her friend tried to cheered her with beer and shabu-shabu, but she rejected it, thats why she cried. told her to focus on the plan. she nodded again before shook and kissed my hand. i felt too old for this.
i locked the door after she gone. looked at the time on my cellphone. 5.30am. i gotta pass my morning walk today. after the morning ritual. sat back on the red sofa. stared at my laptop. venus still tagged in grey. reached my hand to the black cup. dammit. the coffee already cold.
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OMG. 3.24pm? overslept again. rubbed my eyes. moved the grey blanket aside. a comforter with a leaves design. natural. that was the reason i picked it. still no rain outside the window. cek & ricek on rcti. an infotainment which did really hard to forced the impression on celebrities point of view on every event and affairs. as if this celebrities word is an important's reference. what i usually heard was a stupid not-important nonsense comment illusionized by a cute face. the focus still on mbah maridjan. these young celebrities, which barely knew why mbah maridjan was so great, amazed by the position of mbah maridjan when found dead. he was found burned in 'sujud' position.
got up and went pee wee. complacent the erectness. took out the monavie from the refrigerator and drink a small cup of it. almost everybody that saw the bottle thought it was a new brand of wine. i just replied, "yeah, the expensive one. only for special occasion." i dun bother to explain the acai part. no stock in this island though. light up a cigarette. too lazy to walk out the door to get coffee. nasi padang with greasy-high-cholesterol rendang would be nice. checked on my cellphone. no missed call. great. only 5 sms which i don't have mood to reply. laid back on the bed. too late for office.
weekend has begun. venus must had gone back. stared at the red sofa. yeah it is maroon. the black cup still on the table. no hot coffee available.
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