Birthday Boy

Last night, this boy pick me up from office and take me to dinner. Then, we went to my home. The story ends here. I thought.

Pagi ini, encing-encing (betawi's way to call aunties) lagi ngerubutin tukang sayur. Ini biasa. Sampai gue keluar rumah dan mereka manggil gue.

'Shin, yang semalem, pacar?' Tanya encing pertama.
'Beda lagi sama yang kemaren dateng?' Ujar encing kedua.

Gue cuma nyengir. 'Bukan pacar.' Jawab gue. 'Yang kemarinan juga bukan pacar.' Gue tambahin lagi. Harusnya encing-encing tau gue gak mau memperpanjang pembicaraan ini. But, they keep talking.

What happen with private life people? Yeah, once I read this in some books: in small neighbourhood, ur business is everyone business. Konsep yang aneh.

I life in secrecy. U don't need to know, I don't want u to know. Why don't u stay with ur business and give no fuck about mine?

Anw, happy birthday. Wish u get much fun in ur life.

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