Appropriate Mobile Shop Owner

Chapter 5

Ashia was shocked when the hundreds of thousands of banknotes were thrown in her face.

"I don't need any more of your money!"

"Take the money, don't bother the Son anymore!" snatch Desi on Ashia.

"Son, home!"

"But Ma, what are you doing?" the son asked his mother who had pulled the man's hand to get into the car. " I'm just gonna talk to Shia for a second!"

"Back home!"

That day, Ashia could only endure embarrassment in the face of many people due to the harsh treatment from her grandmother's neighbors in the past.

The woman looked down embarrassed, while dropping tears, stared by the many people in the market there.

Even some people began to stay away from him, customers who used to buy pineapples, also whispered badly about him.

His heart was in immeasurable pain.

She had already lost the only family that cared for her, lost the house she had lived in all this time, then now, she had to endure the shame of the false accusations that had befallen her.

"Hikss... Hikk!"

The woman's body trembled withstanding such great shame. Not long after, he began to clean up the remaining pineapple fruits and intend to return home.

Ashia was no longer able to hold back from selling, she chose to go home to the hut in the middle of the pineapple garden that had now become her Aunt's right and intended to calm down there.

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On a bridge close to the door of the house, two women were sitting while telling each other stories. One of them, a middle-aged woman named Ranti, seemed to be eating pineapple dishes on a plate.

"So how do you feel about him?" ranti asked while putting pieces of pineapple that had been smeared black sambal rujak into her mouth.

"Yes.The shame is, Mom! Unbearable. But anyway, I can't hate it. I'm still in love, because I've been together for a long time" explained Ashia, who appeared to bow her head, sitting on the bridge beside Ashia, who was sitting on the side of Ashia, in the afternoon before evening in the crowd where many motor vehicles passed by and passed by alternately.

However, the pineapple garden is indeed on the side of the highway, Riau - North Sumatra.

"Any! Do you think you're dealing with the same heart?" 

Ranti only sighed while occasionally turning towards Ashia who was still bowing her head.

Ranti was even reluctant to continue eating the rujak in hand and preferred to put the plate on the plank bridge next to her.

"Where aren't you? From small together. His house used to be my grandmother's. School from SD to High School. Uda ngerasain hard together, eating mango same sapodilla stolen, yes together. Same with the upperclassmen of the opposite villagers, also together. His family used to be hard, yes eat boiled yam together at my Grandma's house. Even his mother had considered me as my own mother, yes because I had never met my mother during my life, Mom!" obviously Ashia told me.

His eyes began to glaze over. The woman seemed to be trying to hold back the cry of not falling down on her cheeks.

"Geez, you've been together a long time and you've been married, huh?"

"Yes, I have never dated. And maybe I'm the only one who loves him, too" Ashia replied with a bitter smile and bit her lower lip.

 "Oh, that's it! But yes, if he does not love you, why did yesterday suddenly come to help you?" ranti asked, quite suspicious.

"Come, Mom! Shouldn't have to come, pay the debt through people already, that's it, right? Because he came, Desi even raged with me. I was once close to the Son so he assumed I would call his son. Hardly ever so vilified, even in front of many more people. Because of that incident, Bu Warsih even did not want to nitip pineapple to me, minjemin motor is also the most unwilling. She said she was afraid that her husband would call her later. Bad times, I've been branded as a actor with residents near here," explained Ashia, telling me again.