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“Angga?” Someone approached them and Angga greeted him when he found out who it was. “sedang covered too?”

"Ah..Yes.." Angga replied who was surprised because someone called him. Kejora just stood by Angga.

"You...?" Asked the person to Kejora with a probing gaze, making Kejora feel clumsy due to that sharp gaze.

"Have we met?" The question made Kejora panic and Angga realized it. Has he ever seen Kejora at that club? One thing that Kejora hopes, if he ever meets, that person does not realize what work Kejora is doing at the club.

Looking at the nervous Kejora, the person laughed lightly "sorry, I even look like I intimidated you. You just look familiar." His impressions made Kejora breathe a sigh of relief but was not realized by them.

“He's your girlfriend Angga?” Ask again makes Angga surprised, “Hah.bu.no, he just.. friends yes my friend.” Angga replied stammered while glancing at the usual Kejora just a thin smile. "Oh, gebetan?" ask the person again with a suspicious smile "you've stammered it anyway, it's rare for an Angga like that." His ledek made Kejora chuckle while Angga just wagged his sweaty face.

“Mbak yourself?” Tanya Angga switched the topic also because he saw his interlocutor who is also a journalist was seen alone “tadi I was the same Handoko, but somehow escaped where the human was.” He answered while circulating his gaze looking for the person named Handoko.

“Oh yes forgot, I'm Graceful.” The woman reached out her hand towards the Kejora and was welcomed by the Kejora. “I Kejora” Anggun smile “beautiful name like his person” he said and made Kejora laugh while waving his hand as if he did not agree “Ahh. No, Mbak Anggun can aja.” he blushed.

"you're so lucky if you get it." The ledek again makes Angga just glare at Anggun.

“Mbak Anggun this was my senior when High School, and now working in a famous newspaper company, just look at the name tag.” Said Angga and made Kejora see the ID attached nailed the black blazer he wore.

“Woah” Kejora stared in amazement when reading the company logo on the Anggun identifier.

“And also he is a senior there.” continued Angga membuay Anggun just wagging his hands and Kejora could not hide his open expression.

“Don't make me big head deh ah, you tried to reply to my tease earlier?” Gracefully hit Angga with a roll of paper in her hand.

Angga and Kejora just laughed, Anggun shook his head grabbed his phone to contact someone “yasnow see ya, I want to cover first. Only this Handoko needs to be searched first where.” Annoyed and passed away, but a few steps later stopped for a moment and slightly turned “oh yes, I see you guys fit loh.” He continued while pocketing his phone back, and gave a seductive smile towards the two of them.

Angga just gave a look as if it meant ‘udah deh diem go there' make Anggun laugh, while Kejora just silently observed the two of them, while Kejora just silently observed the two of them, after Anggun invisible Kejora glanced towards Angga who still had a small smile on his face.    

“Emang you really don't have a girlfriend?” his tan made Angga turn to him, then shook his head “heem, what other lie is this?” Ledek Kejora squinted his eyes, Angga frowned because he did not understand.

“Emm weird, a guy like you seems to be liked by many women.” Clearly then look from the top of the head to the tip of the foot Angga, Angga,

“Yaaa how ya, those who like but if I don't, I have to how?” arrogant Angga and Kejora just rolled his eyeballs.

"I think I'm talking wrong." Angga just laughed at the words of the Kejora.

The two of them went back around the location, some parades had already started. Divided into 4 sessions, primary school sessions, junior high school, high school and general categories.

Kejora is very happy when the children part of elementary school. And Angga sometimes steals the view of observing Kejora's sweet smile. He was confused as to why he could feel this to the woman he had just met 3 days ago. Does love at first sight really exist? the busyness that Angga has makes it very rare to interact with the opposite sex seriously.

Angga walked a bit closer to the crowd because he needed a better photo, while Kejora was waiting for him in a seat a bit far away. But still can see where Angga stands.

If Angga was confused as to why he could have such strange feelings for the woman he just met, in contrast to what Kejora felt, he was confused as to why in this world there were still men like Angga.

Although new to him, Kejora felt a warm and gentle aura in Angga. Kejora shook his head in an instant, he should not have this strange feeling, Angga does look good but that does not mean he should have that feeling towards Angga. She felt that women did not seem appropriate for a man like Angga.

Subdued Kejora stared at the end of his hanging legs, he lamented the fate he had. “Tired?” Kejora was surprised when Angga was already in front of him, thrusting a cold mineral water to him.

The Kejora shook his head and accepted the gift of Angga. “Sorry I brought you here.” Said Angga feeling a little guilty but pushed aside by Kejora.

“I love it, if there is an event like this again, let me know. I must have gone to visit.” Kejora threw his smile at Angga.

“Don't smile like that keep, love my heart this.” Inner Angga felt an erratic thump in his chest just from seeing Kejora's smile.

“OK, I'll take you again.” Kejora was shocked when Angga would invite her again, he just thought if there was an event like this he would visit her alone, he did not think to go with Angga.

"Why? You don't want to go with me?"

"That's not it. It's just..." Kejora bit both of her lips "I'm afraid of interrupting your time." Angga shakes "I'm the one who invites." Clearly giving a relaxed smile so that Kejora did not think it would interfere with his time.

"As long as you don't mind, I'll take you wherever you want." Kejora gave a strange glance towards Angga. "Why?" "Why go on, no other vocabulary?" Kejora clucking makes Angga little grin while gulping his drink.

"Are you this easy to trust someone?" Angga raises his shoulders "why?" "why again?" Angga laughs to realize the word why it seems to be a habit to start the question.

"You're that easy to trust me." Angga observed the bottle in his hand "well, I know you're a good man, don't you think?" Said Angga turned his head to the side, Kejora was stunned to hear Angga's words just now.

"Don't trust anyone Ang, you don't know what I can do to you." Angga stared confusedly, "I could have tricked you and harmed you." He continued to look at Angga who was now staring at him.

"But I'm sure you won't be that bad at it." Said Angga, seeing the warm gaze of Angga, Kejora turned and clucked as if to belittle the words of Angga.

"I'm still surprised there's someone like you in this world." Angga is just a mangosteen "yaah. My friends also often say that."

"Yes.. By the way, I remember you knew Dimas before? you were able to taunt me for being different from my confident friend." Kejora remembered the name called by Angga and a moment later he was reminded by a flirtatious young man who teased him at the bar table.

"Oh.. That dimas, well, he teased me when he met at the bar table." Terang Kejora recounted the incident of his meeting with Dimas, Angga also remembered how enthusiastic Dimas wanted to win the Kejora.

"He really hopes to win you."

"Good, I'm grateful you won me."

"ken.." kennels..." Confused Angga, not finished asking, Kejora had interrupted him "because at that time I was lazy to serve clients." Angga nodded slowly.

"Since childhood, I have never enjoyed other entertainment, recreation, going to amusement parks or tourist attractions. Last time I remember when I was with my whole family."

"Either." Angga replied briefly considering his childhood was not much different from Kejora, all this time he was only confined at home only accompanied by a nanny and rarely played with his father who was busy with his work. Kejora looked at the dumbstruck Angga recalling his past.

"Life in a rich family doesn't guarantee you're happy." Obviously Angga then, "but at least you are grateful, already living well and not miserable to have a life like me, you must be spirit huh!"

Angga was amazed when he turned his head, he found Kejora giving a smile towards him with a fist so that he was excited. Time seemed to stop and the people around him seemed silent. Only Kejora's smile that was etched with slow motion caught all his attention. "Pretty." Inner Angga.

Kejora looked back to the front not realizing Angga who was long enough stunned towards him. "I'm going to get closer to it." "Eh?" Angga regained his senses, "I want to see their stage closer." "Ohh. okay, come on."

The two of them stood together and walked to split open several spectators in order to get a clearer vision.

***

Angga stretched his body to the ceiling of his room, he smiled when he remembered the face of Kejora and that characteristic sweet smile. She felt her chest where there was a ticking signifying her life. “what am I in love with?” says slowly.

In other places Kejora just stared blankly ahead. He just sat down with a glass of coktail next to him.

“Haahhh..” Someone broke his daydream, he saw the man who worked in that place as a bartender, now standing in front of him.

“What's Ric?” kejora looked at the unpleasant expression on Eric's face. “I'm so upset with *escorter who always says no good behind you.”

Kejora just smiled faintly hearing that. In this place, Kejora is arguably the special child of Madam Den, Kejora is only given to clients with thick pockets with a certain mission.

Kejora is not a careless comfort woman in that place, therefore Madam Den treats her with special so that it makes other women feel envious not even spared Kejora from bad gossip from them.

“Let it go, anyway they will not dare to hurt me.” said Kejora drinking slowly his coktail, Eric just singled his lips, again busied himself with his work as a bartender.

Kejora looked at the glass in his hand, his mind drifting everywhere, he let out a long sigh trying to calm his mind. “I can't think there.” he said slowly while putting the glass back to its original place.

“Today you're free?” asked Eric when he finished serving orders from club visitors. Kejora shook her head, “I have an appointment with Mami and client.” Eric heard it.

“Oh, I went yes.” Kejora moved while picking up the phone and Eric just brandished the okay sign with his hand.

Kejora entered a VVIP room, and there he met Madam Den with a middle-aged man, he was a little bit of a curse because it was always the old man as his client almost 5 years. Madam Den greeted with a smile and invited Kejora to sit next to the old man, serving him with accompanying and pouring drinks.

“We meet again sweet lady.” Said the man while stroking the thigh of Kejora, squeezing it slowly makes Kejora hold his breath a little. “Oh yes, I have taken care of our affairs with the owner of Wijaya Farma, I hope to meet a good deal soon.” Said the man while embracing the tiny body of Kejora.

Kejora listened to their chat, only this time he heard a business chat between Madam Den and a client in person. Usually when she arrives, Madam Den will go and leave her with a client.    

“Our project with Wijaya Farma is definitely going well. I will overcome the possibility of interference from unwanted parties.” He said again to make Madam Den smile "Good work Bas, now just enjoy your gift." His words packed his bag and looked at Kejora and said goodbye briefly. "Bye Ke, serve well."

The man named Mr. Bas nodded, his hands began to feel softly at Kejora's back. “I miss you sweet lady.” she said while whispering and inhaling the scent of Kejora hair, making Kejora goosebumps instantly.

He had to go on a show, pretending to serve well. Even after that he had to cry all night while soaking in the bathtub, because he felt he was very dirty.

Kejora hates this, he wants to end his life. It's better that he die than for a lifetime to let his body be touched by people. Even he was very disgusted with himself.

***

Kejora could only stare at the sky - the sky of the room as the old man began to fondle his body. Every touch on his body and kiss on his body, he can only surrender.

However there was a different feeling at the moment that Kejora felt, suddenly the shadow of Angga appeared and made Kejora bite her lips trying to hold back the crying. The strange feeling came back, a feeling he should not have felt towards the young man who was suddenly present.

He moaned as Pak Bas began to spur his body into a regular rhythm. Breath gushed out from Mr. Bas and hunted in his face, sighs and moans of Kejora stifled by the lustful kiss of the old man. Mr. Bas straightened his body and raised his head while closing his eyes. It was as if it had just charged into the highest heavens as it reached its climax.

While regulating the breath of the old man stroked the soft face of Kejora drenched in sweat. Kejora just closed his eyes, there were tears flowing at the end of his eyes but was not realized by Mr. Bas because it looked like sweat water.

He should not be caught by the client when crying or not enjoying this task. Because it will be a punishment if the client complains to Madam Den.

“I can pay you dearly, and give extra if you want to play outside working hours with me, miss Manis” said Mr. Bas who had laid down next to him.

Kejora shook his head, “no sir, I can only work in working hours. It's all so that I have a good psychological state setiao running errands.” Obviously Kejora and got the nod from Mr. Bas, “when I want to offer you to be my mistress, you will get whatever you want.” Mr. Bas rubbed the head of Kejora.

Kejora again shook his head “Sorry Sir, I explained to you yesterday, if I can not be separated from Madam.” Mr. Bas just clucked and covered himself with a blanket.

Kejora left Pak Bas who was asleep, he went home and immediately immersed himself in a bathtub filled with water. He cried, lamenting everything that had to happen in his life.

He drowned his head in the water, the bad shadows smashed him, the shadows that gnawed his mind when he was 18.

He got up and inhaled the air with a stingy breath because long enough he buried his head. That night Kejora spent the night in the bathroom crying. How many nights the bathroom of his house has been a witness to the grief of the Kejora.

If night could speak, then he could be the most understanding witness. Because only at night, is the moment where Kejora cries for his life. “I want to die.” he said in sobs.

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note :

*escorter is a woman who acts as a companion for guests at a club. Serving clients, pouring drinks, or entertaining with chants.