Appropriate Mobile Shop Owner

Chapter 3

Syarifudin was really upset his friend was praised.he was quite sultry to see a woman who was overtly chasing after the love of her friend.

Even so, he still smiled gently at the woman so that she would come again to Irfan's mobile phone store.

"Mom, don't praise! Later he kegeeran," said Syarifudin

"Rarely you, Din!" said Irfan while giving change to consumers in front of him.

"Continue on,"

"What else? Jesus Udin, Udin! Don't see anyone else busy, do you?" irfan said, complaining.

The man seemed to be sighing heavily, looking at the attitude and mannerisms of his friend.

"So I was accidentally horrified, Mama you talk to one girl, pretty enough. She wants that girl to live with your mom but that girl refuses. Though your mother is kind enough to care for him. As I find out, it turns out that the girl does not have a mother with the father, she was also expelled from her aunt's house. Surely your mother will often come and take care of the girl. Horror, Grandma the girl was once your mother's teacher. So Mama you really feel like you have to take care of her that time, yeah,"

"Oh.. Mbah Golla, huh?" asked Irfan, his face was quite surprised at that moment.

"Well yes, yes, I just wanted your mom to call that name. But he said Mbah.. That was dead,"

"Hmm just pant!" said the young man began to smile cheerfully among the sadness of the look on his face.

"You know, huh?"

"I don't know Mbah's grandson, I know Mbah Golla. He was indeed a good person when he was alive first," Irfan replied beginning to look excited, "Udin, tomorrow take me there!"

"It's ready, but there's money, right?"

"White in your brain."

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Ashia Qinatifah is a sweet woman who was born in the village of kampung nanas, Bangko Pusako sub-district, Rokan Hilir Regency, Riau Province.

After giving birth to Ashia, her mother chose to go and leave Ashia for granted to a grandmother commonly called Mbah Gello.

Mbah Gello himself supported Ashia by becoming a farmer and a pineapple trader.

Usually he sells pineapples from his garden to the nearest city of his village, the city of Dumai.

And to get there, he takes approximately 1 hour if he uses a motorcycle together with Ashia.

Follows the activities of her grandmother who has died in the past. Ashia, who no longer has anything, chooses to help a neighbor who lives not far from her grandmother's house, go to the city to give their pineapple.

On the sidelines of her grief who has lost her grandmother and was expelled from her grandmother's house, and also forced to live in a quiet pineapple garden mid-hut if night falls, the woman kept trying to keep hard to live the bitterness of life.

She can still smile when presenting pineapple fruits in the city market to consumers who have become regular customers of her grandmother.

"Can you still sell, Shia? I see your eyes are so swollen, you're crying, right?" ask a customer who is from Medan. She was a loyal customer of her grandmother who always bought pineapple fruit in sufficient quantities because her husband was a merchant made in one of the villages in the city of Dumai.

"Are you saying that, Mom? Don't be reminded anymore!" said another customer who suddenly came and reminded customers who had asked Ashia.

"No, Ma. I'm not sad anymore. I've been sincerely born inwardly left behind by Grandma," replied Ashia while trying to keep a gentle smile on the two customers who had just arrived.

"Have you patience, huh? I'll buy 10 of your pineapple seeds, wrap them up? Later I will add money for your snacks," said loyal customers of Ashia's grandmother who had been very good to them.

"Thank you, Mom!" said Ashia while putting one by one pineapple into a small rice sack.

"Here, make you change!"

"Many times, Mom!"

"It's not okay. Calculate the sustenance for you!" said another customer when Ashia wanted to return the change to a departed customer.

"Yes, consider it your sustenance. Glad I love you!" said the first customer who had stepped away left the Ashia fruit field.

"Mom bought 3, yeah. It's still 10 grand, right?"

"Yes, Mom!"

"By the way, I heard you got kicked out with your Wawak, is that right?" ask the remaining customers.

"Hmm.." nodded Ashia.

"How much he's with you! If your grandmother was still alive, would have been grabbed by your brash Wawak hair," said an annoyed customer, "Died with Mother, would you?"

"Ahh no, Mom! I also plan to find a job and spend. For now, I still want to live in the village aja first," declined Ashia while giving a bag containing three pineapples to the customer grandmother.

"Oh yes already. But if you need help, call me, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Mom!" ashia said while receiving purchase money from customers who began to stand up and walk away.

"Diane!" Then Ashia turned her head towards someone who called her name.

"Son!"