Man In the Twighlight City

I'm not a maid

The time was five-thirty in the morning. Half an hour past the end of working hours in the warehouse, Derryant had left the warehouse area. Like most workers, who get the night shift. Gathered in several food areas. Which is located outside the warehouse area.

Derryant also joined together. To fill the stomach or breakfast of various kinds. Starting from fried foods with a glass of coffee while waiting for a special bus to pick up the workers. Even nasi uduk, or soto, which is Derryant's favorite, is available at this place. It seems like everyone in this area knows each other. Even though they come from many different companies.

Likewise with Derryant. Since I just started working. Still single, until married he gets used to it. Stop by with the others. This is where it usually happens. Derryant met several acquaintances, colleagues, and friends from his hobby.

One of the three. He is a man who is more than half a century old. My name is Kusnadi.

**

Derryant recalled. When you first come to work. In the early morning after finishing running activities. He feels his body so tired as if there is no energy at all.

Naturally. Because at that time he just found out. That there is not a single food seller in the location or work area. Everything must be outside the area.

Like hungry, or something like that. Inevitably have to go outside the area. Or deposit. How many other company office boys have offices in that place? Meanwhile, if there is. Which does not have a representative office. Like Deryant. It will really interfere with work. Must be willing to shop alone, or ride entrusted. The term. Of course, with certain additional rewards. In the form of postage, whose nominal value is equivalent to the price of a motorbike parking ticket. Ha ha ha...

"Hey ...!"

Why is it so weak to be a man...?!

“Like I haven't seen rice for three days!!” Rebuked Kusnadi with his typical chatter.

Derryant has known this adult man for quite a while. Even since I was still in school. Until working at his new place of work, or at Derryant's previous company as a distribution staff. However, he was called Kusnadi. Still at the same company.

Eh.. He.. He!

Yes. I'm starving!

Just found out... There isn't a single salesperson in the warehouse! Derryant replied while stroking his stomach.

Eh! Tomorrow... So don't we go...Fishing!

Watch out! If it doesn't happen anymore... That's the body. Already like an undead... How can it attract fish!? Kusnadi joked while pointing to one place. Where he and acquaintances of friends with other hobbies gather. It turns out that they also have the same food taste, namely "soto".

"Derry, what time are you leaving tomorrow?" Kusnadi started the conversation. While chewing flour-fried tempeh, which is combined with soto sauce in front of him.

“As you wish, Naughty Old Man. Kus! I have Saturday off. So, you're still in!?" said Derryant.

"Are you still living in the old rented house... Have you moved from there yet?" Kusnadi replied.

Yes, not yet bro! Where do you want to move? Ah, you... use everything!?

"Yes, sometimes you are brought in by your in-laws to come live with you, jostling with their family. "It could be!" Apparently, Kusnadi started to insinuate that Derryant, whom he had heard, was going to get married soon.

You're just being silly, bro! Just got to work today. Hungry too!

Moreover. College isn't over yet. Because I often go fishing with you! Derryant replied. Blaming Kusnadi for the joke. They often say this every time they meet.

Both Derryant and Kusnadi. They both felt very close. He even feels superior to his family. And according to Derryant, the biggest possibility is because they originally came from the same area. Namely the city center, specifically the Matraman area.

Yes. Derryant spent his time at school there. Densely populated residential area, with multiple cultures in it.

The initial introduction of these two different generations was brought together by the same hobby. On one of the banks of the embankment in the Sampur Ancol beach area. Coincidentally, they both happened to spend the night and greet each other, and a close friendship developed between them. Especially after knowing that they live in the same place.

Derryant's background, especially regarding the boy's relatives and family, Kusnadi already knew about it. He was very sympathetic to the boy. Which impressed him, in climbing every stage of life that he would take.

It's really unfortunate indeed. If a child has talents and different thoughts. Never got anything of value. Or support from his family.

According to Kusnadi. “They just admit it exists. But, not with existence” This is one of the impacts of the type of individualistic attitude of urbanites. It could also be the boy's parenting style and the environment he knows.

The boy may look different. With children of the same age in general. This makes them often fill their free time with the same hobby.

The friendship has been established since Derryant was still at school. Even now, when I work, it turns out that I am in the same scope.

Friendship. Visiting each other is not lost on either of them. Until Derryant moved his rented house to be closer to the warehouse area. Kusnadi often takes time out to just visit. Or, rest after work.

***

Derryant's daydreams suddenly stopped! A thump on the table broke him. Slowly lift your face and smile again afterward.

“Ah, you Bang! What's wrong with disturbing people and imagining dirty things?

“Why else, anyway!”

Your life's feelings... Just miserable by nature, Huh?! Now why else...?

Certain! ... your wife protests to think of herself as a maid!

Deg..!

A sting like a bee stuck in his face when Kusnadi spoke.

“Is this battery or what?

Derryant thought to himself. Maybe guess right. Something that had been weighing heavily on his mind the last few days.

Derry! Never mind... You don't need to say it either. I already know! After all, right? From before marriage I already know... What's your wife like!?

"Spoiled Mother's Child," said Kusnadi openly. Then provide a logical view that might be an input for him. So where does language come from? Meanwhile, it's just you. Full meetings only on Saturdays or Sundays!? Not to mention that you pick him up every day. Who cooks for you? As it is now!

Then you... I... All husbands work too. So, what if you only get your luck at night!?

You can ask them there, one by one. Who is in this place? Do Husbands or Wives complain like that or not!? Maybe because he already knows what and who Derryant is. Making Kusnadi more enthusiastic in his response.

It is clear that this father is his best friend. Don't want Derryant to feel blamed, or not considered. Even hurt his feelings by anyone.

"Ooh, is that right, my wife, it's not like that, and so is her attitude, Bang." Derryant still refused and covered it up.

"That's enough! Can't you lie to me, Derry!”

Right. The one who chose you to be her husband. Yes, your wife!?

You should already understand what your job is, right!?

So if there is a protest. What's more, like that? This means consider it. He thinks you work in an office and have a schedule like people who wear ties!

Now! Does that mean you also have to understand? Who has dreams that are too extreme... Don't understand the world of work or formal things?!

If your wife, logically, has been in the same office with you, before you got married, right?!

“Yes... Yes, never mind! I want to eat first. You are really nagging, naughty old man!” said Derryant ending the advice with a little joke. However, in his heart, he still received input from the people closest to him.