Aisha World

Aisha World
Ngidam Rujak Fruit



"Mom, don't you suspect, what's she doing? Time to go home in the morning. And the salary is big again, try aja shadowin, just how many months of work have been able to renovate the house," said Zaenal while pointing towards Aisyah.


"Zae, you don't like to be bad, not good," said Bu Sri trying to break up.


"But it ...."


"It's over, I'm off to work, it's too late. If you want to discuss what work problems, tomorrow." Aisyah interrupted her brother's speech. He soon passed in front of his mother and brother.


Zaenal clenched his hands, furious at his sister's attitude, 'your watch, ' her inner self.


Bu Sri just shook her head to look at the attitude of her son. The woman immediately walked into her room.


****


On the way, Aisyah met Tini who was also riding a motorcycle. "Hello, Shah," said Tini then stopped his motorcycle.


Aisyah turned her head towards Tini's motorcycle. "Eh, you, Tin."


"Dad, stop for a second" Tini said.


Aisyah stopped her motorcycle. "Why, Tin?"


"We stopped by the cafe first, yuk. Temenin I eat, laper nih," asked Tini to beg.


"But .. I've eaten, Tin," said Aisyah.


"Well, when I'm eating alone," Tini lamented.


"Yes, I've made it, but I don't eat, yes," said Aisyah.


"Yes, you've had a drink" Tini's proposal widened his smile.


"OK," nodded Aisyah.


The two girls now arrive at Cafe Gaul, where the young boys stop. In that place, provides a variety of rice menus and also a variety of snacks today.


Aisyah and Tini entered the cafe. A waiter approached them, greeted them and handed them a menu.


"What do you want to drink, Shah?" ask Tini while looking through the menu list book.


"Mango juice is fine" replied Aisyah.


Tini also ordered one serving of seblak and two glasses of mango juice. Before long, their orders came.


"Oh yeah, my mom's cured, Tin. He came home yesterday" Aisyah said as she siphoned the juice.


"Oh yeah? Well, thank God your mother is healthy," said Tini.


Aisyah nodded ....


"Eh, it turned out to be delicious as well" Tini said as she devoured her food.


"Yes, all food tastes anyway, if you like it must be delicious, if you don't like it must say it's not delicious," continued Aisyah.


"Hehe, yes also Shah," chuckled Tini.


"Hueeeekk!"


Suddenly Aisyah felt nausea on her stomach.


"Why are you, Shah?" tanya Tini with an anxious look on her face.


"It's okay, Tin, don't know lately I've been eating for sure nausea, my stomach is not good enough," said Aisyah while grimacing.


"Are you still not feeling well?" ask Tini.


"No, no, no, no, no" replied Aisyah.


Tini immediately finished her food and drinks. After the meal, Tini paid for all her orders.


"Do you pay, Tin? I just want to pay," said Aisyah when she arrived in front of the cafe.


"Udah, it's okay," Tini said between her smiles.


"Yet you pay for food, now pay for it again." Aisyah felt bad.


"Slow again, like anyone," said Tini.


"Hem, thank you, Tin."


"Together, Shah."


"Ready, Boss," heckled Tini.


"Ah what the hell are you, Tin ...."


Tini chuckled and walked out, followed by Aisyah trailing behind. They also drive their own vehicles.


Soon the two girls arrive at the Night Club, where they work. After parking the vehicle, the two of them walked in.


"Ehem ... a new golden boy is coming," chirped a voice.


Aisyah turned towards the voice. It turned out that Ina was already standing beside Aisyah.


'Hem, he again, ' Inner Aisha.


Aisyah did not respond to Ina's remarks, she did not want to argue with her friend. He immediately sat down near Tini.


****


Elsewhere, Hassan was driving his car. He wants to see Aisyah. Honestly, the man had a longing for the girl who had always served him.


"Suddenly I would like to eat fruit, which is wry? Ah I just look for it, who knows if someone is selling," muttered Hassan lirih.


The man wandered all the way, but he did not find a street vendor.


"Damn, no one is selling anymore, it's already night anyway, but I really want to. If the afternoon is a lot to sell, but I have to wait tomorrow afternoon, over time," he explained again.


Finally Hassan held back his wish, he decided to meet Aisyah. Before returning to his car, Hassan lit a cigarette and then smoked it, but he threw it away.


"Lho, why is my mouth following err? Smoking is not good either, I really why, huh? Huft ...."


Unknowingly, Hassan has now arrived at the Night Club. The man got out of the car and set his long legs, got into the place he always stopped by.


"Good night, sir."


A familiar voice greeted. In front of Hassan now stood a middle-aged woman. Who else if not Madam Jeni!


"Night, madam, I want to go straight to the room. Please, tell Aisyah to go to the room immediately" Hassan said.


"Well, sir," said Madam Jeni politely.


Hassan immediately went into the room, he immediately laid his body on the bed. Suddenly he remembered the fruit. He had to find and eat the fruit right then and there.


"But where is it possible? These nights no one is selling rujak" said Hassan.


Tok ... tok ....


The sound of the door being knocked down.


"Come in" said Hassan from his room.


The door opened, and Aisha went inside. He smiled at Hassan, then sat down next to Hassan's collapsed body.


"Do you know, these nights that sell fruit?" The question came straight from Hassan's lips.


Aisyah frowned, "rujak fruit? Which nights are there?"


"I'm asking you exactly" Hassan said.


"It seems, nothing, Mas. Or tomorrow I make, even if you want," said Aisyah.


Hassan sighed. "Well .. actually, I want it now, but it's okay tomorrow, rather than nothing."


"Who is the fruit for, Mas?" wonder Aisyah.


"For me, not usually, I suddenly wanted to eat fruit" Hassan said.


"Yes already, tomorrow I make it." said Aisyah.


"OK, tomorrow I take it near your house" said Hassan.


"Em, no, Mas. My mother has gone home, she will suspect" Hassan said.


Hassan was wide-eyed, "lho, when's your mother coming home?"


"About five days ago, Mas. He is healthy now, I am happy. Thank you, too, for the money you always give. The money I used for my mother's treatment" said Aisyah.


"Okey, does your mother know, your job?" ask Hassan.


"No, Mas, I said I work at a food cafe, if my mother knows I work here, I'm afraid my mother will be shocked" Aisyah said.