Animal Sacrifice For Mother
10. Unite Purpose
A new day is coming. Life goes on. Soon, new experiences will be created. And certainly not forgotten. Doni and Rahman look ready. They stood facing the road, waiting for a car to come to pick them up.
Overnight, Doni has contacted one of the transportation services that fit the destination. Wait, got. But he had to willingly share the place with five other people. Agree. That way, the cost of car rental is not borne alone.
“Why hasn't the car invitation arrived yet? You didn't give us the wrong address, did you?”
Rahman was impatient. He confirmed the position of the red carier in front of him. Doni looks at the watch, at 10:47 Wita. It's not too late, there's still thirteen minutes left. The deal's at 11:00 pm.
“Maybe it's on the road to get here. You're not so used to this kind of thing. We live in India, not Japan. Any form of delay can always be mak-lu-mi.”
Doni joking. Then laugh. Rahman shakes. Want it feels to change bad habits that are cultured among the community. There are too many bad habits that are considered commonplace to do. But let's look at the reality. Rahman is not the Mayor, not the Governor, let alone the President. Never mind, at least Rahman tried to avoid these bad habits.
“Maybe this is his car.”
“Maybe? So you don't know which car to pick us up? Oh Don, I thought you called your friend. Or at least you know the guy who's gonna pick us up.”
“Which I might know! Phone number only I got on the paper attached to the power pole.”
Without guilt, Doni laughed again. Arg, Rahman swung his hand.A little annoyed with Doni's behavior.
Time keeps going. Doni saw the watch again, at 11:13 Wita. No, that car was a freight car. More than ten open-top cars have crossed the city streets, but not a single car has stopped. When does delay become a reason?
Not long after, an open-top car of the L-300 type stopped right in front of them. The car is black, and in some parts of the car body shows paint that has been peeled off. Understandably, this type of car is classified as an old car. On top of the car, there were five men sitting next to their respective cariers. Not including Doni and Rahman.
“Finally. Come on board.”
Doni lifted his blue carier off the sidewalk. The five men moved. The closest person helps reach Carier Doni. Turn Rahman raised his red carier, assisted by Doni. Rahman also went up.
Now, the old car has transported seven prospective climbers of different ages, different regions of origin, but they are united by the same destination. They recorded their names in the history of Mount Rinjani climbing.
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In the village there. Fifty kilometers from the provincial city.
In order to make amends, Arif decided to help Inaq sell kale in the traditional market. Today, Kak Arif is wearing a red t-shirt wrapped in black shorts.
Like Doni and Rahman, this was the first experience for Arif. Previously, Mr. Arif had never engaged in direct transactions in traditional markets. Stock market? Ten or twenty more years, maybe.
“You are talented to be a trader. And honestly, you're good-looking. Similar to Amaq when young first.”
“Ssttt, Amaq is busy building a palace in Heaven there. So don't be bothered. One over. Arif will be a famous musician, not a trader.”
Brother Arif looked over. He signaled to Inaq to be quiet by sticking his right index finger on his lips. Inaq nodded. Smilingly.
Day is up.
The merchants went home. The atmosphere of the traditional market is starting to look quiet. While the kale in the basket is still a little, seven tie it. No problem, they packed up and prepared to go home.Kak Arif who was in charge of carrying a basket of kale. For a beginner, Arif's achievement is a good start.
Selling in traditional markets is not as easy as it seems. In addition to requiring ability, it also requires a strong mental. Very different from selling in modern markets such as minimarkets, supermarkets, or malls.
“Sorry, the kale is still there? I want to buy ten bind.”
Just as Arif's brother was about to lift the basket, a mother with a hooded girl suddenly came to him. Brother Arif was silent as his eyes looked at the face of the hooded girl standing right beside the mother.
“Still ma'am, but the remaining seven tie it up.” Answer Inaq.
“Eh,iya bu.This, what? Erg, the kale is there. I still have seven bindings.”
The mother smiled to see Arif's brother was wrong. He knew, didn't Inaq mention the number of kale left?
“I bought all his kale, brother. How much?”
“Thousand three tie, plus three tie, two thousand. Two thousand plus one tie, erg, two thousand three hundred rupiah bu.”
Arif ended his reply with a smile. Followed by Inaq who was also smiling. Not because it shows the form of a good service to the buyer, but because it sees the firstborn wrong behavior.
As with Inaq, the mother smiled as she handed out two pieces of banknotes worth Rp each. 1,000 and Rp. 2,000, and gave up his return to be kept by brother Arif. The girl in the hood was the same, she smiled.
Brother Arif who is known to be smart, intelligent, and critical, was forced to bear the shame. I don't know what thoughts have messed up his brain so it takes a long time to just finish a simple summation.
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