
"The hydra!! Andra!!" Call the Goddess in front of her son's room.
It was 8 in the morning, Andra still did not come out of her room.
"Andra!"
Brak!! Brak!!
Shouted Miss Dewi began to be impatient, he hit the door of his son's room.
"Yes Ma??" sounds raspy from inside.
"What sleep did you die of? don't wake up"
"Udah, Mum..It's waking up"
Chequek.
Lady Goddess looked at her son, she was tapping her son's ears strongly.
"You well, this hour just woke up. How to get a job if rich gini" said Bu Dewi.
Andra grimaced in pain, pulling her mother's hand from her earlobe.
"Ide ... Ade .. Madam"
"Your taste, let it be deterred!"
Andra rubbed her reddened ear, a hot throb felt there.
"I'll stay up Mom, well it's only natural to wake up bad luck"
Bugs..
A punch landed onto Andra's shoulder.
"If you wake up late, stop staying up late. It's no use!" namel Bu Dewi is getting hooked on emotions.
"Andraa!!!!!!!!!"
Bu Dewi and Andra were shocked to hear the sound of shouting outside their house.
"Who is that?" ask the Goddess to her son.
Andra shuddered, then they rushed out of the house.
"Aldra!!!" cakra shouted, he cried in front of Andra.
"What is this chakra? why are you crying?" ask the Goddess.
"Oh Ma'am, my chicken is ma'am....Chicken" said Cakra terbata.
"Why your chicken?" mother asked the curious Goddess, she glanced at her son for a while, then looked at Cakra again.
"Married her chicken times" Andra chirped quietly, in her heart she was already laughing amusedly.
It turns out that the chicken they caught earlier, was the Cakra chicken.
"Crazy for you Andra, if my chickens mate. I'm gonna be happy!" gibberish
"Why your chicken? that's what dong is!" said the Goddess again.
"Hiks....My Bangkok chicken is missing ma'am, my favorite chicken"
"Huh? how can?. Isn't that chicken on the guava tree next to the house?" mumam Bu Dewi's.
Deg.
Cakra's heart seemed to stop beating, he glanced at the place where his friend slaughtered the chicken earlier.
Don't tell me, the chicken they stole last night. My chicken????
Cakra ran to the slaughterhouse, he looked for chicken feather feathers. But there is no more there. It's like it's been cleaned by Andra's father.
"What are you looking for Cakra?" ask the Goddess of wonder.
"Udah is Cakra, look at me tonight. Your chickens most come again to the guava tree" said Andra indifferently.
"Huh..Huh ..What if there's no?"
"Well, how else, sincere" Andra said as she blinked one eye.
No. gabe.....
"Already, Cakra don't cry anymore. You are a man, why you even cry like that" said Dewi.
The middle-aged lung woman shook her head slowly, she went back inside her house.
Then, followed by Andra. As for Cakra, he instead cried on the bench where they were hanging out.
"Hiks...Hix...Akuu chicken"
Inside the house, Miss Dewi returned to her son's ears.
"You're the one who wants Chicken Cakra!"
"I'm careless, not me ma'am, but us. He came too, even he was the most enthusiastic" explained Andra.
"Well, why is he crying so hard?"
Not his reply, Andra instead smiled amusedly.
"Andra Jawab! not the smile of the rich man's own madman!" omel Bu Dewi pinched slowly Andra's stomach.
"Maybe he doesn't know who Aryo slaughtered the chicken. Well, it's her fault" replied Andra lightly.
Then the man walked into his room to get a towel.
"Mom, I'll take a shower."
"yes, after the shower you can eat, there's a plate of fried noodles in the kitchen"
"yes Ma'am"
Andra passed away to the bathroom of her house which was in the kitchen.
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Siti and Seli went together to the market. They promised to shop together. Both of these people were born into quite capable families.
So, they can do whatever they want.
The location of their village, located quite far from the market. So, they went to the market up the rickshaw. There is also a good ojek, there is also a minibus ride.
But, Siti and Seli used to use Becak.
"Siti, what do you want to shop for?"
"Yes...I don't know Seli, just look at the market later" Siti replied smiling.
"You like to go to the market, when you are young" said Abang Becak.
Seli and Siti glanced at each other, throwing the same equally sweet smile.
"Because from a young age get used to the future" replied Siti.
"When you grow up and get married. We are no longer surprised by this habit" continued Seli.
"Oh Allah, it is beautiful, kind again. You guys really dream" said Abang becak amazed, he occasionally turned to them and focused on the streets.
Again, Seli and Siti smiled at the same time. They have the same habits, the same hobbies. That's why they can be friends.
During the 20-minute rickshaw ride, they finally arrived at the market.
It was still very early in the morning, so the market looked very crowded.
Seli bit her plastic bag made from the order. Then, Seli rolled her jet black long hair up.
"Surely this sultry" he murmured.
"Yes Siti, the weather is hot and rich" said Siti. He did the same.
Siti and Seli went into the market, buying all their kitchen needs. Not to forget, both of them are women who like to bargain.
So, they will spend a lot of time traveling around in the market, comparing prices which are cheaper 😅.
Fyuu...
"Like her I have enough shopping today Siti" said Seli.
"Sama Seli, I'm done too" replied Siti, she noticed the contents of her grocery bag.
"Eh, son Siti, son Seli. You guys done shopping?"
"Have Mom just arrived?" answer Siti again asking. She smiled merrily at her aunt, and the woman was also the mother of the man she liked.
"Yes, Andra can only borrow Budi's motorbike, to take the mother" explained Dewi.
"Oh, Andra's at the market?" Seli began to be enthusiastic, making Siti immediately look at him.
"Yes son, he's waiting for mom in the parking lot " replied the Goddess again.
"Yes well, I want to shop first" said Dewi passed from the presence of the two young girls.
Andra in the market, hum...I have to see him. Saltiness.
Does Seli want to see Andra? why is he so excited?.City.
"Come on Siti, we're home!" bring Seli. He walked quickly to the parking lot.
Why is he walking that way? wouldn't he rather ride a rickshaw outside?
Siti started to grumble, she followed Seli by grumbling in her heart.