Abah Sholeh Coffee Shop

Episode 3

That morning Padli began to carry out his role as an employee

coffee shop, some customers have come and ordered coffee while eating

the fry made by Mak Lena. The stalls started to get crowded, the fishermen were used to drinking

warm coffee or tea before heading out to sea to fish. Mak Lenapapun

he looks busy and Abah is seen chatting with some customers.

“Well, that's who Bah” is, a customer asked Abah

pointing to Padli. Abah fell silent, only to realize that he did not know

anything about Padli. I will have to interrogate the boy again, he said

hearts. That's my brother's son, he's headed to town looking for work, but before

stop by my place first, so I'll offer you a job here to

meanwhile, Abah said while lying, he felt he did not need to tell

the real events to people about Padli. Doesn't fit him

here Bah, his skin is white and smooth, suitable for office work, comments

the other customer. Although to the city but the education is low, well the same, yes,

at least just be a rude worker there, comments other customers

any more.

Even by noon, the stalls are not too crowded, only

two customers came. Abah was busy

his legs were with param oil, his legs were a little sore from the cold air. An

the woman came in and kissed Abah's hand. Padli looked at it, though,

the woman wore a simple hijab, but it covered everything

her hair, and wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Her shirt shirt is loose and long

down almost to her knees, she also wears trousers, shoes and

socks. The woman was white with a soft face, fur

her thick and plump eyes make her face very charming.

Leg.deg.....

Padli felt his heart pounding hard, during

she had never seen a woman this beautiful. It is in the city, indeed,

many women are beautiful, but certainly not natural beauty

already wrapped in make up, and a made-up style to maintain the image. For

Padli who was the first to meet a simple beautiful woman,

make a suprise in him. Inna it's not only catik, but also sweet, sweet,

with his gentle style and his gaze with half-covered eyes,

make it look very different. “Na, it's called Padli”, Abah said

while pointing towards Padli. He works here and keeps drinking and he sleeps

here at night, Abah said again. Inna just glanced at me, while

Padli was still dumbfounded.

Because Inna has come, Mak Lena also get ready to

go home, “In, the mother has not made the milled sauce, please make ya”, said

Mak Lena while passing. Yes mother, replied Inna. He walked towards steeling

food, and start working.

Padli walked towards Abah, and sat down on the chair beside him

Abahs. “That's my son, his name is Inna”, Abah said. He's done school, now

his work helps stalls while occasionally ngajar naji children in the village

here's. Abah had 2 children, Abah said again, Men and women, who

the man is married and now lives and works in Batam, he is the same age

with mu. “Pad, where did you live before?”, asked Abah. Padli was confused

answering Abah's question, in his mind, if he's telling the truth, it could be

Abah will be offended and then throw him out. “Padli from Bah village, Bah,

have long wandered into the city, not getting a job, even become like a bum

aja, come back and there”, Padli replied by lying. “Keep your family where”?

My father is dead, now my mother lives in the same house as my sister

male.

Padli felt a little guilty for lying to Abah,

but yeah, how else has it all happened.

By late afternoon the stalls were back crowded, some fishermen there

who came home from the sea. Not long after that, we heard the bicycle derumman

the bike stopped in front of the shop, the bike is still new, there is no plate

his number. The driver came down and entered the stall, a man of the same age

with Inna, but stylish trendy but tacky, boots, jeans, shirt

shirt with rolled sleeves, open top kace, and sunglasses

tucked in his shirt, he immediately greeted Abah by kissing his hands

Abahs. Assalamualaikum Bah's.. “Waalaikum salam” replied Abah. It seems like Abah is enough

respected in this village. The shop customers looked at the man with

the stares do not like it, but they just keep silent to see the man's behavior and style

those.

“Eh..Bah, who is Bah”?, the man asked Abah

pointing to Padli. “Ponaanku”, replied Abah briefly. The man

it is with his style directly greet Inna, “eh. adekku, please make noodles.

instant ama coffee ya”, she said with sweetness. Inna just lowered her head,

without answering and immediately make the order of the man. Not long after

the man immediately joined the customers and dominated the conversation

them.

From their conversation, it was learned that the man

named Edwin, his son Mr. Erik who became Kadus (Head of hamlet) and also

there are many boats in this village. Many fishermen work

with Pak Erik as a daily fisherman by carrying his boat Pak

Erik. Edwin seems to like Inna, because he looks like her often

looking at Inna.

The time has come for Maghrib, the customers have started

returning home, Inna began to prepare to go home. Because in the shop

there are already guarding the night, so they no longer need to bring

goods go home, “yah now I will be in my own”, said Padli

in heart. From this afternoon, he had not had a chance to talk to her

Inna, although on several occasions, he always took the time to

seeing the Inna. For some reason, seeing Inna has become opium for Padli.

It's time to pray maghrib, Padli locks the door of the stall

and get ready for mushola. He had a pair of T-shirts and

trousers, fortunately the size of the pass when in use. He's sleeping tonight

on stall cots covered with pandan mats. This place is usually used by

customers to sit together after a meal, the dipannya quite large, which

so the problem is the mosquitoes are pretty much. Abah has a wall

half the board, while the top is just an ordinary wire net,

indeed this makes the room in a cold, because the wind is free to go out

come in, but so do the mosquitoes. Padli has no money to

buy mosquito burn medicine.

Some people greeted him as Padli walked towards

musholas. “A friendly village, even though I've only been here a few days, but already

many know me”, thought Padli. In front of the road, Abah Sholeh walks

towards the mushola with a limp, Padli went straight to him and they

heading to mushola.