เข้าสู่ระบบBaskara hanya seorang sopir di kediaman Tuan Broto. Namun, ketika empat istri majikannya mulai melibatkannya dalam rahasia rumah tangga mereka, pekerjaannya berubah menjadi situasi berbahaya. Di balik kemewahan keluarga Broto tersembunyi hubungan penuh pengkhianatan dan kepentingan. Jika satu rahasia saja terbongkar, Baskara bisa kehilangan pekerjaan bahkan keselamatannya. Satu Nyonya saja sudah membuatku hilang akal, apa lagi empat!
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"Come on Randy. It's going to be fun!" Nina whines as she tries to pull me off of my hotel bed.
"Nina, I really don't want to go to any parties here in Los Angeles.” I answered while groaning in pain. “It's too noisy. It's too loud and crowded. And, I’m sick. Like really really sick." I explained.
"First of all, that's what parties are for. Second, we're all going to college after this summer, we need to get ready for more parties to come. And three, you're totally fine!" Nina says sarcastically as she puts on her mascara.
I sigh..
My friends were all into parties and I don't even know why in hell we became friends in the first place. In high school, people would always ask why I became friends with them since I don’t even physically belong in their circle. I think it all started in liking the same things but even if people questioned the friendship I had with them throughout in high school, I enjoyed their company.
I even heard that they were only keeping me because I looked nerdy and pretty girls in high school always needs to have an ugly friend to make them stand out. I didn’t really mind it.
But despite our attitude and personality differences, we had the same interest on one thing.
Satellite Patrol, the biggest band on the planet and have been often subject to fan hysteria.
They propelled to global success by social media and had topped charts in most major markets and generated big hit singles since they came out. They are so popular all over the world and broke history when their first four albums debuted at number one.
Satellite Patrol’s first tour two years ago was the highest-grossing concert tour, the highest-grossing tour by a band in history next to The Beetles and the 12th highest-grossing concert tour of all time grossing $320.8 million.
They are the best-selling band of all time having sold a total of 90 million records worldwide. They won 250 awards from awards’ shows and won a lot of females’ hearts all over the world. Forbes ranked them as the second highest-earning celebrities in the world in three consecutive years.
"Jeez Rands!” Beth chimes while shaking her head. “We're here to have fun for this vacation. We've saved up for this trip for an entire year. Now don't be a party-kill."
"I'm not." I defended myself.
"Yeah you are. You missed that SatPat concert we attended yesterday ‘cause of that stupid tummy ache and no one would ever." She scolds me.
I did feel a little disappointed that I missed it.
“I mean…” She continues. “Miss out something as huge as a Satellite Patrol concert over a stupid tummy ache."
"I would still go there no matter what.” Beth chimes. “Even it means I'd shit on where I am seated or even if I am on my deathbed, I would still go.”
I chuckles softly as I thought to myself how would you be able to enjoy a concert when you’re sick?
"Exactly my point!” Nina seconded. “You had to sell your ticket and miss the fun. Now don't tell me you're not going with us for a party tonight. You're always such a bummer, you know."
"I'm not!" The more defensive I am, the more I realize that I've always been a party-kill. All those times they asked me to party with them, I always had had reasons to miss it. Both intentional and unintentional, of course. Well, I have had my fair share of excuses here and there.
But for the record, I was terribly sick last night and I was having a deadly tummy ache which caused me multiple trips to the bathroom the entire day and night. Scallops, it had to be that fresh scallops. Curse those scallops I had for dinner, now I missed my chance to meet the ultimate love of my life, Landon Thompson. He’s the drummer of SatPat and the best drummer in all over the globe. I even told my dad to buy me front row tickets but I had to sell it because I don’t want to embarrass myself and poop in my pants.
Talk about bad luck.
"And we're going back to New York tomorrow afternoon. Lighten up! College is starting in just a week." Beth jumps to my bed.
I stare at my two friends who were all wearing such skimpy sparkly dresses and high heels, showing off their belly, with heavy make up plastered on their faces. They look mature for their age but I guess it's a trend now. They both looked beautiful to be honest and I know I'm nowhere near them that’s for sure. I would probably wear anything I could grab comfortable from my closet and definitely not like these.
I glanced at my watch, and it was already eleven in the evening which makes me think that the night is still young for teens like me. Usually, back in New York, I would spend most of my time reading books all about nursing and being a healthcare provider.
Yes, yes, boring I know. We all have ways to cope up with boredom okay?
I have always wanted to be a nurse and that's what I'm taking up in college this fall. I want to prepare myself in advance once I get to medical school that's why I've been reading different great books for my course.
"Let's go Miranda." Beth tells me, pulling me again and again.
I smiled ruefully.
"I heard some hot guys go to that bar on the regular and that's where we're heading to. Come on Mirandy." Nina joins Beth on top of my bed as she rests her head on my shoulder.
"I also heard that Ned Hall and Landon Thompson went there to party before.” Beth giggles while wiggling her eyebrows at me.
Ned Hall, the platinum blond and blue eyed lead guitarist of SatPat and adorably handsome.
“Maybe you'll have your luck tonight and meet one of the boys. Or even Landon!" Beth giggles, continuing to tease me.
Being an ultimate fan like the rest of the world, I fell into those incantations and a part of me actually believed that I would definitely see them. When Landon was mentioned, my ears instantly tingled.
"Guys, even if I'm not there, it'll make no difference at all." I doubt.
"Oh bullshit, we're incomplete when you're not with us. What if you'll meet your one true love there?" Beth adds as she looks at me on the mirror.
I laughed softly. "Seriously Beth. In a club?"
"There are always what ifs Miranda. Don't lose hope. I'm sure you'll meet him tonight. Now start pulling yourself off the bed, we need to get you ready whether you like it or not." Nina says.
The two of them started pulling me from the mattress with teasing smiles on their faces even though I kept pulling myself back away to stop them but they were successful. Actually, I gave in.
They started stripping my clothes off of me and puts my hair into whatever style they wanted it to then starts applying make up on my face.
"Not too heavy make up guys." I say, while Nina puts blush on my cheeks.
"Grab my push up bra Beth. Miranda needs that for this dress." Nina pulls up a red dress.
My eyes widened. "No way in hell I'm wearing that Nin!"
The two of them started grinning and I knew I had no choice but to agree with it.
"Yes. You fucking are." Nina and Beth says in unison with grins.
Nina moves closer to my ear, "Maybe this could be the night, you'll finally say bye-bye to your v-card."
I playfully smack Nina on her arm and the two of them started laughing. I was the only one in our circle who is still a virgin and to be honest I am not embarrassed about it at all.
I slowly opened my eyes, the vision was blurry but I can see the high ceiling over me. There’s this heavy pounding on my head as if it was being hammered continuously and I still feel a little bit... drunk.
Broto Sasmita melangkah keluar dari kamar utama dengan tumpuan tongkat peraknya yang berketuk lambat di atas lantai jati. Langkahnya terasa begitu berat, seolah beban dosa masa lalu seberat Batavia ikut bergelayut di pundaknya. Tanpa mengucapkan sepatah kata pun lagi pada istri pertamanya, ia menutup pintu rapat-rapat, meninggalkan keheningan yang mencekam di dalam ruangan. Ia butuh ruang kerja yang sepi. Ia butuh segelas tuak atau cerutu untuk meredakan badai paranoid dan kenangan berdarah tentang Baskoro yang tiba-tiba bangkit dari kubur batinnya.Begitu deru langkah kaki suaminya menghilang di ujung koridor lantai dua, Lastri segera bergerak. Dengan terburu-buru, jemari halusnya memutar anak kunci kuningan pada pintu kamar hingga terdengar bunyi klik yang solid. Ia menyandarkan punggungnya pada daun pintu, napasnya naik turun tak beraturan di balik balutan kebaya sutra tipisnya.Detik itu juga, ada dorongan kuat di dalam dadanya yang mendesak untuk segera keluar, menuruni anak tan
Lastri menggelengkan kepalanya pelan, memperhalus gerakannya agar tidak menimbulkan kecurigaan sedikit pun di mata suaminya yang sedang dilanda paranoia akut. Senyuman tipis khas wanita ningrat Djakarta tersaji di bibirnya, sebuah topeng sempurna untuk menyembunyikan debaran jantungnya yang sempat berpacu liar."Tidak, Mas. Aku tidak tahu apa-apa selain apa yang kita saksikan tadi," tutur Lastri lembut, melangkah perlahan mendekati Broto yang masih terduduk lesu di kursi rias. Tangannya yang halus dengan berani mendarat di bahu suaminya, memijatnya pelan untuk meredakan ketegangan."Aku hanya berpikir ... jika memang benar anak buah Juragan Samin yang melakukan semua kekacauan ini, berarti sistem keamanan yang selama ini dipegang Rahmat sudah bocor total. Rahmat terlalu lalai, atau mungkin malah sengaja menutup mata."Broto Sasmita mendengus, menyandarkan punggung tambunnya ke sandaran kursi sembari memejamkan mata, menikmati pijatan sang istri. "Rahmat sudah aku jebloskan ke sel bara
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