The fullness and the smell of sweat, it is seen along my journey in the economic bus from Tegal to Jakarta. Crowded with various human beings with one goal to earn a fortune in the capital. So did I, jostled and squeezed in the back of the backseat, sucking inhalation of exhaust fumes leaking in between the windows.
Today I have an appointment with paklek Giman to come to Jakarta to help his warteg. This is my first time to the capital, blind to the conditions there. But not leaving alone but accompanied by Riono, where a village that wants to see the frenetic Jakarta. During the trip is not comfortable, Yono I used to call him seemed to sleep soundly beside me. The noise of the conductor clashing hawkers hawking his wares did not bother him.
Not to mention the street singers who play his battered guitar, hordes like thugs. The sound of shrill is not sweet at all, as long as picking the strings of the guitar to cover up his ugly voice. After completing the ritual, a candy plastic wrap is handed to each passenger for rupiah sake. Sometimes impressed, the bearer of the bag of pennies keeps pushing. Stop at the crumpled-looking guy who has been ignorant of the bundle to fill.
Looks like the punk-packed carrier was not so happy if that man did not give a money. A little pushy youth punk ordered a cigarette in his pocket pack issued as a substitute. The grouchy man grunted it 2 cigarettes, worrying about being mobbed by a gang of more than four people. The real phenomenon does happen here, I understand and always bring a dime for just like this kind of singers.
My journey was long, my nose and listening finally got used to the noise of this economic bus. Tiredness and sleepiness that attack, unconscious my head lying leaning in the Riono with a melting liquor wet his mouth.
The smell of fragrant scent woke me from my deep sleep, the sniffling nose like a sniffer looking for this scent. Looks in front of me a long hair, this smell that waves in my nose. I look at a virgin girl with a sexy body wrapped in a tight red shirt, it looks like the old passenger has gone down replaced by her.
Enjoy the free scene in front of me, the adult virgin girl pulls my eyes to explore every curve of her body. Her slim hips like a violin, her mound of breasts like a lump of marble that every males want to touch. This fantasy makes something fluffy behind my pants, .. a condition like dirty thoughts penetrate my brain.
To soothe my little one, I shifted my gaze out of the window where the traffic was stuck in traffic lights. I glanced at my side and Riono still sleep, his mouth gaping wide from the start until now. I tried to drink more water from the aqua bottle I brought, to ease this lust.
And that's a problem for me, after I struggled against my lust and held back other natural calls coming. My urine suddenly overflowed as if to throw up. Duh, this condition is something that is impossible to toilet because the economic bus speeding to pursue time to the capital.
Unfortunately for me today, urine will come out inside may pants. Plus the condition of this bus is not fun this makes more severe. Finally I just leaned cornered of this bus while moaning like a prisoner.
“Wo, why you look weird? as the sound of Riono's voice suddenly disfiguring my ears after struggling to hold urine for hours.
“I want to pee but I hold it off. What should I do?” I asked.
“Oh wo Sarwo, you look like giving birth” he said it again
Riono talking inconsequential, He do not know how to resist the desire to release the intent from earlier. If it's not my friend, I will hit him.
“Here, wear this for your urine Wo” Riono handed me a plastic aqua bottle that was empty to me.
"Dijamput No, dying to hold this. You give a bottle to me”
“Alah Wo, usually when we were child doing like that”
Riono's words remind me of our past back in the village, playing in the field of hunting for crickets.
We used to play the game of urine bottle, we try to drink water as much and wait until urine desire to remove. Who piss the most, that's a winner. The benchmark of the aqua bottle we urinated on, at most it was a winner
I looked at the end of the plastic bottle, unable to insert the tip of my groin there. Moreover, conditions like this, in this bus crowd. But Riono makes sure that it will be secure victorious, no one is looking.
“Close the jacket but awas spilled .. hahaa he laughed at my position between the bottle and urine that would overflow tub.
Slowly I zipped my trousers, looking right and left afraid of getting caught. I took slowly the del peiro my beloved future, I end the match with the tip of the bottle. At that moment, the blockages in my urine darted like a smooth highway without a hitch. Releasing thirst that has long been stored and is now satisfied.
The medium size aqua bottle filled with half the water of my art, was relieved in the heart after wasted. Hurry up I put my del piero into my jeans.
“Wo, do not forget the bottle. Do not waste any place... ha .. ha he laugh back
Riono have a point, but I feel indifferent. Put the bottle in my front seat, I also take it. Most importantly I feel good and now it's time to unwind tired momentarily
“Pulogadung..Pulogadung…the last stop !!!!” the cries of the conductor woke my sleep. I opened this eyelid full of eye droppings, I rubbed to expel my drowsiness for a moment. Riono had once descended from the back door, all the passengers almost simultaneously going down in a row.
The bench I was sitting in was time to say goodbye, for having been with me for hours and hours struggling there. My backpack was juxtaposed with my back. Down the stairs of the bus breaths the air of Jakarta meets the chest cavity and my lungs. Small steps greet the future a little whistling cool.
Riono already looked at me in the corner, but for a moment I paused. Like a dazed person, remembering what was forgotten what was in my brain from above.
That bottle !! shouting in the heart. I left the bottle of urine behind the bench of the economy bus. Duh gawat, half turned and ran to the bus that we were riding it. Entering the bus headed to the back corner of the bench I occupied, but I did not find the bottle. Thoroughly beneath the bench may fall, bump into all the benches and expect the rotten bottle to not fall into the wrong hands.
A glimpse of the bottle I was looking for outside, a scavenger grandfather with a granddaughter. The grandfather was seen drank the bottle that I urinated so easily enter the throat of the grandfather washed thirst against the sun's heat of the capital.
"Mbah, I want that too His granddaughter to whine too
“Nice ndok, it tastes orange. It's rare to drink like this while kneaking and washing his mouth.
Then the grandfather passed his hands with his granddaughter through the twilight in Jakarta.
And the fucking urine bottle was my mute witness.