Downloads Mate
Chapter 2

Yaya oh Yaya's. What are we eating tonight? The stomach was already sounding which was not a melodious song at all. Ammo must be filled immediately, because logic will not be able to run normally if the logistics are not met properly. Tonight we take the busway, because the car is still in bengel for periodic service. Incidentally I can only afford a used car with the salary and fee I get from a design client outside the company.

"Avoid usury, for usury will destroy you to the point of destruction."

That's said Ustadz, whose talk has always been my friend's work in recent times. Because all this time I was a girl with high money oriented. Until I forget that it turns out that my soul and my mind needs intake as well, especially about religion. Away from parents and family, in a place with enough social or rather very free. I was subconsciously affected by the loose metropolitan life. Except for the wildness in bed with a man, I've never tried.

I tried to swipe the screen of my phone, observing the food menus in the online application. "If you reply to dozens of chats from the guys, I need a lot of energy. My fingers ticked the same words or sentences over and over again," I muttered softly, monologuing again.

"Fast food? But it's really nauseous, no. Hmmmm if eating salad, the effect is very bule. My tongue likes salted fish with pox, ah, mantab. Kangen house."

I feel like I'd like to apply for some time off work to just go home for a little while. Feeling the cuisine of Mama who always managed to make my weight soar high without a second thought. Just like replying to a message from every account that shows the handsome face of a guy-cowboy bullied.

"Eh, who is it? Also a handsome."

There is a new account showing interest in me, the account of an Indonesian man who seems to have Indian or Arab ancestry. Without thinking about the length of it, I swipe to the right of my phone screen, which means I also have the same interest. Honestly, this is the first time I got an Indonesian male account on this app.

"Reply message as necessary, chat as necessary. Because they are not real!"

Always repeat the same sentence every day, to keep my empty heart awake. Stay empty until my soul mate is completely downloaded 100%. No face, no case. No meeting, no feeling. Always remember and record that, yes, sodara-sodara. Not everything on social media is real, you have to be careful because there are many cases of fraud in dating search applications.

"Ouch. Shocked me."

Almost got my phone thrown out of hand, when the thunderous ringing filled the busway unit I was riding in. Making a few pairs of eyes turn towards me, as if they had never heard the music that became the ringtone of my phone. Soon I picked up a phone call from one of my chat mates for a year.

"Why, Lian?"

"Lo's back?"

Duh, Lian's heavy voice I really like. It's nice to hear, but it's a pity we've never met at all. His face I never knew, because his account had no photos at all. Yeah, that's okay, a chatter and a grumble good enough for me who doesn't have many friends.

"It's another busway, but it's a little later in the apartment. You're back from Lampung?"

"Not yet, the case is quite alot with the palm oil company. Yeah, already. Lo be careful, later if you need a friend directly connect me only."

"Allah, tell me you need a friend to stay up late. Very stale," my lips that have been a year so friends stay up Lian, an advocate that I do not know his real name or where his office. And it's stupid that he knew my name, or rather it was my fault to use Yaya's name when I first met him.

"Do you not need a friend to stay up late? Just me, yeah. You're still single."

"Butus!"

"Lo. Yeah, well, later if I need a friend to stay up late."

"See you, Yaya."

"Mmmm..."

I just muttered in response to Lian's greeting before the man closed his call. Something made us decide not to see each other. We do not want this friendship to change in a different direction, even though we already feel comfortable to be a chatting friend. Not just meaningless conversations, because we exchange knowledge.

The busway I was riding stopped in a corridor not far enough from the apartment I was living in. Looks like tonight I'm going to cook, 'cause there's been nothing interesting about my taste. With a backpack on my back, I walked down the sidewalk to a not-so-luxurious apartment building in a busy metropolitan office area.

"In the refrigerator there is meat, rice is still safe, spices are also safe. A snack? Ah, limited edition. Must be shopping belajeeeee.." I cheered myself because I'm just a pedestrian at the moment.

I entered the mini market on the ground floor of the apartment building, picked up a basket, and walked down the shelves of savory snacks. Understandably, I am a true micin lover, my brain fuel to still boil is micin. "Potato chips, corn chips, cassava chips, tempe chips, shrimp sticks, nori, cheap milk coffee," I said while putting the type of snack I mentioned earlier in the shopping cart.

"Sister, today we again have a promo buy orange juice is 2, free 1."

A black-veiled salesman came to me who had been standing in front of a beverage cooler. I seemed to think after putting a few bottles of instant milk coffee into the basket. Trying to figure out what else interests me to stay up late tonight. "It's just oranges, ma'am? No other juice?" I asked as I looked towards the salesman beside me.

"Mango juice also has a promo, brother. Buy 2 bottles just pay Rp 10,000.00 only."

"Ouch, Ma'am. I no longer crave, so I don't want mango juice. Besides the promotion, there's more, right?" I really need ammo to work.

The salesperson beside me seemed to be having a fever, definitely grabbing the cooling machine's doorknob and picking up a clear-colored bottled drink and there seemed to be jelly in it. "It's a lychee-flavored drink with natta de coco, sister. Buy 3 only Rp 20,000.00 only," he told me.

"Well! This is what I'm looking for, ma'am. Thank you, yeah."

I immediately took those 3 bottles of fresh drink and put them in the grocery basket. After making sure there was nothing else I wanted to buy, I immediately walked over to the cashier to pay for the groceries. But then again someone stole my attention, when the phone I put in my pants pocket clinked. I usually ignore it, but this time it seems quite curious.

"It's you, right?"

Huh huh? What's nih? I looked to the right and to the left, repeatedly circulating my gaze throughout. Who took pictures of me? Wuaduh, I'm being stalked. How to get goosebumps? This is from one of the short message apps I used a long time ago.

"I have to call Lian, really, really, really, really, really, really, really."

After completing the payment, I quickly walked out of the mini market to the elevator not far from the lobby. "Sir, if anyone's looking for me. Saying you can't find it, yes. I no longer have an appointment with people, and do not want to meet people," my message to the security apartment confirming my request.