Regret Room
Not Going Home

It has been a week since the Seruni incident hit Tobi's head with a vase of flowers until the man's head was leaked. He is now a waiter, delivering drinks to customers in dimly lit stalls. There, he lived in a place that has been provided by mak Ute, a title of pimps who have owned the place for the past five years.

"Aren't you at school, Run?" mak Ute asked while removing his hair roll until his hair was straight like a broomstick now kriwil-kriwil.

"Holiday, Mom."

"What holiday is it?" ask mak Ute sharp.

"Oath, Mom, holiday. Tomorrow just come in, today the teacher has a meeting to talk about the school exam."

Mak Ute breathed a sigh of relief. She loved Runi like a princess herself, reminding her of her daughter who drowned in the sea three years ago. When Runi came in shabby clothes, asking for work for him, mak Ute immediately deigned to make him a waiter who brought drinks to the guests.

"Your mother searched all the way here yesterday, but you went to school so you can't see each other."

"I don't need them anymore, Mom. I can pay for the rest of my school while working for Mak."

"Yes, you tell him that you will come again. I'm lazy to put up with your chatty mother."

Seruni nodded as she continued to clean the table from the cigarette butts. Tonight must be crowded, Sunday night Monday always be a field of money for mak Ute. The night workers of mak Ute lived in every room behind the dimly lit stalls. They are beautiful, forced to peddle the body for a classic reason: Economic hardship.

"Sir, if you want to go to Jakarta, do you have any acquaintances?" tanya Runi makes mak Ute get closer to him.

"Why are you going to Jakarta, Run? Jakarta is loud, women who have no skills other than swaying on the mattress will only be pel*cur. Same with here."

"Who knows later after graduation, I can find a job there, Mom. What's wrong with trying."

"Depart, I tried my friend's content there. If there is, then you can slide to Jakarta."

Seruni smiled a slow smile, he now arranged the table with a new tablecloth that he washed yesterday.

"Crains your times, bah! All of you're the only one who's gonna wash these tablecloths."

"Yes, you're the one. Quit, your mom's headed this way."

Mak Ute pointed at Seruni's mother who was approaching. Seruni glanced lazily but he still stepped out. Mak Ute watched while igniting the cigarette.

"What's up, Mom?" tanya Seruni tried to remain polite.

"Go home, Run. No one's helping me work at home if you don't come home."

"Sorry, Mom, forget it. I'm very comfortable here. Besides, at home Mom's just gonna make me a mother's husband, as well as Tobi, the son of a bitch's half-brother. Now I can pay for my own life. Eat no need to be afraid anymore because you always glare, sleep well not afraid to be raped your stepson."

Seruni's mother looked at him with an incredulous look. Seruni was also confused as to why her mouth was now so easy to say harsh words. Since he was disappointed in Bima, since then, Seruni took revenge on all who had hurt him.

"You're a real bad boy!" hiss mother then turned back. Seruni looked at her mother's back while closing her eyes and taking a deep breath and then back into the dimly lit stall.

"Aren't you going home again, Run?" ask mak Ute.

"No, Mother. It's better here, with Mak and the others."

"Yes, it's your pleasure, Run." Mak Ute passed and heard the sound of a pot being staged from behind. Mak Ute must have been waking up his exhausted workers serving customers last night.

"Geez, Mom, I just slept! There haven't been three hours!" There was a female voice crying. Seruni laughed hearing that. He is now getting familiar with the lives of the residents of the dimly-lit stalls owned by mak Ute. Although this place is a haram place said most people, but Seruni actually felt safe. He himself did not know when he would continue to be there.

When night falls, the sight of sexy women who are bent over serving customers becomes commonplace. Mak Ute himself keeps Seruni to stay not far from him because he understands, many bad men who sometimes ask Seruni to accompany.

"He's just a waiter here, not a pela*ur!" Once the protection given mak Ute every one asked about Seruni to him.

And tonight, mak Ute saw Seruni pensively staring at a watch clasped in his hand and then he accidentally saw Seruni pressing on his chest, as if she were all the way to the heart of mak Ute himself. Mak Ute understood, there is a big secret in Seruni's life that is now neatly stored in his memory.