SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
Meet Oma

I looked at the crowded street of vehicles. Early in the morning Arga took me out somewhere. But he wears neat clothes with a slimfit shirt and suit.

I didn't ask, though I was curious, where was this going? Because he must have told me to shut up. Hopefully not to a strange place considering Arga a strange person.

The streets were jammed this morning, making me sigh violently and I could see from the tail of my eyes that Arga was looking at me.

"Why lo?"

"Where are we going, Ga?" I finally asked again. Seeing the crowded streets makes me cramped. I'd rather sleep at home or whatever keeps my brain fresh than look at the heat of the morning and the pollution of this big city.

"Why? Afraid I'm taking it to some weird place?"

I glanced at Arga. Lah, why would he know? rich can read my mind.

"Yes, me?" Arga chuckles. "Gue wants to see a client. He asked to meet early in the morning because 10 o'clock would return to his home country." Obviously Arga and I are beards.

"What do you do, anyway. How to use all clients." Ask again.

"Gue obviously you don't understand." He touched me and managed to shut me up. Every time I asked him what he was doing, the answer was always that. Am I stupid in her eyes?

Soon we arrived at Cavil Uptown. I know this place but never came because said Mr. Wicak, as the name implies 'Uptown', this place is usually visited by rich people and the price of food or anything there is very expensive.

Arga got out of the car and I followed him who was about to get into one of the fancy restaurants.

"Eh, Ga. I didn't go in, yeah. I'd like to take a look around here for a minute." I said as I pulled Arga's hand.

Arga nodded and went straight to the waiter to ask for a reservation. While I started to walk around in that still quiet place. Some people were seen sitting quietly with coffee on their desk. There is also what seems to be working with a laptop and bread in front of him. It seems like the lives of rich people are all around me.

I saw the petshop and went straight into it. I need to buy something for my little baby Popi.

I picked up a brown dog collar made of synthetic leather. It's funny if Popi wears this, with a small bone pendulum.

But, my eyes were rounded when I saw the price. Is this 650,000??

"Excuse me, sis. Can anyone help?"

A store clerk came up to me when I wanted to get out of the store.

"Oh, the necklace that you hold can costume, you know. Can engrave names and phone numbers so that the dog or cat can be recognized. Just a few minutes, brother. The work is not long." The female staff was friendly.

"Ah, so is it." Frankly, I'm interested.

"Can. I want to, deh." I was tempted to buy it. After all I never used Arga's money.

I also took a few more items without me realizing it turns out my groceries are already worth five million specifically for Popi only. It's okay, that dog must be funny wearing everything I bought for him.

Fresh out with a big smile imagining Popi, Arga stood in the street with an annoyed face. Ah, why else would he? Is he mad because I used his money?? Die, me!

"Where are you?"

Oh, my God, just a few minutes.

"Hurry up!"

Butek Arga's face made me tense. Why yes, he? I followed him behind to the car.

His bent face was often seen, but this time there was a bad aura.

His phone rang and he picked it up with a fixed glance at the street.

"Yes, oma?"

"...."

"His own client told me that he's canceled because his plane's schedule is speeding up."

I just stared at the street from the car window, listening to Arga who seemed to be being scolded by her oma.

"I don't know, oma. Arga's time is off, what, anyway?"

"..."

"Yes, yes, Arga will find a replacement."

"..."

Arga glanced at me with the phone he was still sticking in his ear. Wh why? Which means where else to go?

"L-yes, yes. Arga's there now."

He kept his phone and turned to look at me at a glance while continuing to drive.

"To my home for a minute."

"Huh? Whynot? I'll just go home, huh." When should I meet her? Fearful..

"No. Come along, bentar doang."

My face stiffened. What if he finds out I'm Arga's hire? What if I get married for fear of disgrace??

"Muke lu, tuh. It's so tight."

How not tense, when viewed on tv-tv, the grandmothers of the rich must be sangar, right?

"What are you spending five million?"

I swallowed spit. Why, why asked? Isn't that my right? Why should there be any notice if I use the money??

"For the coffee, really."

"Shop five million just for dogs, doang?"

"D-yes."

"Lo didn't buy anything?" Ask Arga and make me look at him.

"No shopping just now? Not thinking of yourself, thinking of dogs." Smoke again.

My lips want to answer, if you come with a cloudy face ngajak home when I just entered a doang shop! Not taking a walk, you know!

But I just kept quiet. Arga's question indicates that I can really use the money given from him. I myself do not know what to buy because so far, my needs are only the cost of commuting from campus to Arga's apartment. Food and other often treated kak Wicak or Awan.

Hmm, it seems I know this money must be accompanied. Sometimes buying a good gift for sister Wicak, no problem, right? he has given me many gifts. When did I buy it? I'm getting impatient.

Arga's car stops at a luxurious courtyard with a magnificent whitewashed house. This is a really rich palace. My eyes do not blink, it feels like this house is as vast as a campus.

"Down." Arga said when he saw me just silently staring at the house.

"Eng.. I'm just here, huh? Not long, right?"

Arga got out of the car, turned and opened the door by my side.

"Hurry out."

Argha! I lazily opened the seatbelt and walked out, trailing it into the magnificent mansion.

Arga greeted the few servants in front, he stepped up quickly while I missed behind him. Wanting to chase, but Arga instead went up the stairs to the second floor. While I was, tucked away in that wide space. While waiting for Arga, I noticed one by one the decorations in the room.

I'm really amazed. What exactly is the Arga family? Then, why is this house empty without residents?

I walked slowly, admiring every inch of the house until subconsciously, my hand touched the large piano in the corner of the room.

TING...

I pressed one white key. Arga can play the piano, right? All this time I just watched him play guitar. If this big piano is here, it means that the inhabitants of this house can play the piano, right?

"Hi."

I flinched and spontaneously looked back. An old woman stood with a stick and smiled warmly in front of me.

"Aah,." I can't speak because she must be Arga's grandmother. Akhh, where's Arga??

"Can you play the piano?" Asked the old woman suddenly without further ado to me.

"N-no.."