Appropriate Mobile Shop Owner

Chapter 1

"Well, is that Wak?"

A young woman is seen sitting in front of a woman who is about to enter her fifty years, with a face full of sadness.

"Yes, you have no right to accept Grandma's legacy" replied the old woman who was called 'wawak'.

Wawak is a call of respect for those who are older than the mother or father of the caller. Wawak also means Uncle or Aunt who is more favored.

"But my mom has her own inheritance, Wak. So why do I have to move out of this house? I don't have a house, Wak. My brother is also just Wawak," complained the yellow-skinned woman who was quite clean.

His wide eyes seemed to blink. Her eyelashes were indeed non-tight but even so, her long eyebrows seemed to be etched naturally to make the person who looked at her eyes, quite fascinated and realized that she was a very sweet woman.

His nose is not too sharp, but he is not a snub, his mouth is small and there is a small mole on the chin that is slightly pointed.

His face is oval and his long hair sometimes covers the side of the face to make the face look oval if only his hair is not tied and allowed to decompose.

"Yes, tell your mother to come home and take her own share of the inheritance! You can't take your mama's legacy, you don't deserve it,"

"Let's not do that, Wak!" the woman said, sounding begging.

The young woman is his daughter. He was seen painting his nails while occasionally blowing paint to dry quickly.

"The son borrowed my money, Wak. Grandma knows that too. I'm not dating her, Wak. So…"

"Go away from Grandma's house, Shia! Later you will dirty this house again by doing Zina with other men like your mother," said the young woman who has completed the activity of painting her nails.

"Dinda, keep your word!"

"Oh yes. So sorry you are!" replied the young lady while looking an understated smile.

"But now you better go! That's your stuff, get it and take it away!"

"Where do I want to live, Wak?" asked the woman called Shia, very panicked.

"Live in the hut of the pineapple field! Next week Dinda wants to get married so you can't look out in front of the iron. It would be a shame to me if they knew I had a brother like you. Ihhh," the old woman sneered while pushing Ashia's body in front of her until she fell from the sofa.

"She, Wak. Wak.. !" said Ashia who began to stand up and take her belongings and bring them out of the house where she had spent the rest of her life there. "Mbah, hikss.. Why did Mbah use the event to die, anyway?" said Ashia who seemed to stand, looking at the brick house in front of him.