story of my life 4

This is still about my life in the past. In the previous article about me singing and girls guarding the dindong game.   At the time of my spare time busking .. Sometimes I play dindong with my friends. Eliminate boredom and seek entertainment. I began to enter the place looking for benches and games that no one had placed. I took a hundred silver coins from the wayang era. Go in and I will choose a fighter game ... Hehehee ... I didn't realize I was always being watched by a girl who was a dindong guard. Every time I went there she always smiled at me! Hhmmm..how could he greet me? And in the end my friends said .. That girl likes you. Tomorrow night I still busking and every hour it's my busking turn to play games there ..   I was with that girl and I got to know ... Hay ... What is your name? I asked him. He answered .. My name is Niken. Hhmmm ... I asked him ... Do you like me Not unexpectedly he answered yes. Aauuhh ... My heart is not frivolous hahahaa .. I told him! I am a street singer and I also use long hair earrings and ripped pants! Do you like me I asked him. To think he answered !! I like what you have. From then on I invented and loved monkeys like him! hahahaa .. In the morning, I started going to work in the building shop until the afternoon ... Afternoon shower and leave busking at the Bratang terminal red light. My enthusiasm was increased because there was Niken the dindong guard there. Arriving at the red light I started to go around the edge of the car and sing the song Slank our idol band at that time.     I got a dime for a dime and said mator thnks you. The night arrived at 9 o'clock at night, I entered dindong while singing the Niken. Dating an old kid just holding hands seemed to belong to the world together !! Happy and always happy, there are no hard words even though life is hard. Day after day I passed busking at a red light ... and right in 1998 I can't remember what month. But what I remember at that time was a big demonstration in Jakarta, he said.

One day at 12 p.m. !! When it was my turn to busking there was a long-haired man with torn pants like my appearance. He approached me and borrowed a match. Without suspicion I gave my match and I reached out my hand to that man. And my hand was immediately held under me in a police truck that contained all the buskers and transvestites. Aduchh ... My selfish !! Haha ... I then shouted to my friends who were running ... Please tell my mother, I was arrested by the police.   In the truck there is a busker from various red lights in Surabaya and transvestites. Then we were taken to the Kapasan police station in the data and processed there, I asked the father who recorded me, What's wrong with us, sir, why was arrested and brought here. Then the father said because there was a report and also imposed a curfew because right in that year there was a big demonstration in Jakarta. Sleep nga can sleep thinking about my mother .. And the morning has arrived, I started to open my eyes and it turns out I'm still in the police station !! Hehehe.. Washed my face and told to have breakfast with the police officer .. Then we were taken to the prosecutor's office on Arjuna street, gathered to wait for his turn at the trial .. We were summoned by all the buskers into the courtroom. Yes, we were wrong and we were in prison for four days. The trial is over and we are taken to a detention car in. Ten people are crammed inside .. Feelings of shame and shame .. We feel like criminals !! Aduchh ... The detainee's car started speeding while the Wiyu wiyu siren sounded .. We are taken to the Medaeng prison. We arrive at the data center, we take all the items that endanger ourselves such as belt matches, etc ... We enter the buskers in the room block E medaeng, walk slowly and in the belief that the senior prisoners want to be beaten want to be asked for money, basically all the dirty words directed at us new buskers.