"I'm Tired, I Want to Give Up "

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Staying a few days in Yogyakarta I have felt at home, the area close to the boarding houses is very strategic for people who sell. Coincidentally Om Zainal her husband Aunt Mirna opened the angkringan shop around Malioboro. Angkringan in Malioboro is an angkringan subsidiary of Om Zainal. The center is still in Yogyakarta, and other branches are spread in Solo, Klaten and Kendal.

Om Zainal is an angkringan culinary entrepreneur who is quite famous in the eyes of angkringan connoisseurs. Since marrying Om Zainal, Aunt Mirna was immediately brought to Yogyakarta following Om Zainal.

One of the angkringan that is always monitored directly by Om Zainal is angkringan located in Malioboro. Angkringan which is opened every afternoon today is always crowded by visitors from various circles. To kill boredom, every afternoon I follow Aunt Mirna to the angkringan shop. Although actually my energy is not needed, because there are already two servants who work, but sometimes I like to help serve buyers from various groups.

"Come Brother...!" invite one of the biggest Aunty Mirna girls, she is already sitting in the 2nd grade of High School or XI class.

"Come....!" my voice while following Dina.

Arriving at angkringan, the tent has been installed and the menu has been displayed. The angkringan servants have struggled with the orders of the buyers. Because I saw so busy, I helped, even though Aunt Mirna prohibited I still help them. And it's so much fun, delivering orders to every customer's desk. The table was only as tall as an adult's knee, and the customers just sat down. But they enjoy it so much.

While Om Zainal, he watches angkringan who are on Wongso road, usually Om Zainal likes to be followed by his son who is most bontot Adi. Adi is the closest to Om Zainal and most diligent in helping. The soul of his business has been seen since he often joined sales with Om Zainal. Although Om Zainal as a father often warns that Adi does not often come to angkringan, because it is still in school. But Adi still follow Om Zainal, the reason he wanted while learning business. He is young but his business spirit is visible.

"Tomorrow, we go to Klewer Market yuk Kak, mungpung Sunday," asked Dina on the sidelines of a break after finishing serving customer orders.

"May, it's Klewer Market close from here, Din?"

"Lumayan kak, we just ride the pedicab from here."

"OK deh. Tomorrow we're hunting batik's clothes." I approve Dina's invitation for tomorrow morning.

At 9 pm angkringan is still crowded, especially on Saturday, automatically people on a weekly overnight around Malioboro. The atmosphere is getting crowded and boisterous by visitors. Suddenly my stomach was nauseous and my head hurt again.

"Sir Nada... Why? Brother's not feeling well?" Dina guessed what I felt with a worried face.

"I don't know it's Din, Brother suddenly has a headache" I replied with a small ringing.

"Silver go home yuk, Dina deliver motorbike," asked Dina. I shook my head slowly.

"You just go home, Nad, like you catch a cold. From yesterday you helped Auntie, now help again. Finally you collapse and catch a cold. Let there be servants here. You got us home with Dina, yeah. Angkringan is still a long time closed, because if the night of the week visitors come and go," persuaded Aunt Mirna who suddenly appeared from behind us.

I thought for a moment, since Dina and Aunt Mirna were forcing me, I finally went home first. Arrive at Aunt Mirna's house I'll be in the bathroom. Self cleaning and toothbrush.

I entered the room with a glass of warm ginger tea. I slowly rested my body on the headboard while waiting for my warm ginger tea to warm up a little. For a moment I reached into my HP which since yesterday I did not open. While my left hand grabbed the glass that was on the small table in the room.

"Princess!!!" the glass fell and the warm ginger tea water instantly scattered everywhere. My hands hang in the air, because the thing I mean has changed position.

"Oh Allah.... !" my germs. Bi Nurmi and Dina ran towards my room in panic.

"Why Brother?" Dina asked in panic.

"The glass fell, Din. Let it be, let Brother clean it," prevent me from seeing Dina will clean the wet floor and there are broken glasses.

"Let Bibi clean Neng," said Bi Nurmi who was ready with her elap and broom and garbage container in her hand. Bi Nurmi swiftly cleaned the spill of warm ginger tea water along with the shard of the shard.

"Thank you, Bi!" my spoken. Bi Nurmi nodded and exited the room. Dina also returned to her room. It was not long before Bi Nurmi returned with a new warm ginger tea.

"Thank you very much, Bi!" my spoken. Bi Nurmi smiled kindly then went back out of the room.

Immediately I drank the warm ginger tea, instantly my headache slightly subsided. Ever since the glass fell and the contents spilled, my mind suddenly remembered Sya. The adorable shadow of Sya danced in the head. Also Mas Eagle, I really can't throw away my thoughts about Mas Eagle and Sya.

"Mas Eagle... Shah... Nada misses you....!" lirihku while holding the dew that is ready to fall on the surface of the cheek. Because so tired it does not feel I close my eyes because of sleepiness.

Tomorrow, I was invited by Dina to Klewer Market. Of course with the permission of Aunt Mirna and Om Zainal. At Klewer market I bought a few batik pieces for me.

As I turned my body to follow Dina to the left, I saw a familiar figure.

POV Author

The eagle placed his HP on the table of the VIV patient room. Back then, Sya had just gone to sleep after being given the medicine by the Doctor. For a moment the Eagle wanted to close his eyes that felt as tight as almost overnight he did not sleep. Thinking of his WA message that was not read at all Tone. A sigh of tiredness and annoyance converged in the chest. Slowly the Eagle closed his eyes.

WA Eagle's phone suddenly made a loud noise. Elang lazily picked it up without seeing who was calling.

"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum's... What's Bro...? Bro... Where are you? You're in Yogya, why not say it? I have an out of town service. Incidentally in the same city as the city of Gudeg," said the person on the other end of the phone. The dumb eagle did not understand the purpose of the Star talk where it was headed. Without seeing who called, from his voice Eagle already memorized the sound of the Star.

"Wa'alaikumussalam.. Aye Mas, Yogya? Who is in Yogyakarta? I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting for Sya at the hospital. He's sick from Mayang." Reply Eagle full of question marks.