Asmara Anastasia

A Good Start

The sound of the morning Adhan. A pair of Anastasya netra started to blink. The girl gasped, then ran towards the glass window to check the surroundings.

Darkened

The girl listened carefully to the Adhan who was still reverberating.

Oh jesus.

It is not Magrib or Isya that is heard, but I actually wear the dawn prayer.

"O Allah." Anastasiah said.

Due to fatigue, he spent a lot of time sleeping and just woke up at dawn.

Not wanting to think too much, the girl quickly took a towel, toiletries and change of clothes and rushed to find a bathroom.

I don't even know where the bathroom is.

Anastasya opened the room door slowly. Her net combed through the eyes, hoping to find someone to ask and talk to.

Be loved, ulam arrived. A girl from the next room was also opening the door and smiling at him.

"Ana huh?" ask the girl who was on that boat.

"Yes, right," Anastasya replied.

The girl approached, then reached out.

"Meet me, I'm Tiara. Just call tia, let's be more familiar." The girl's smile was perfect.

"Good sister Tia."

"Hust, no need to wear frills mba. Maybe we're the same age," asked the girl named Tia while she was whipping, pretending to be angry.

"All right."

Crisp laughter was heard from the lips of the two girls. Like a friend who has known for a long time, Tia awkwardly grabbed Anastasya's hand to go to the bathroom. And so after. They seem familiar.

"Ana, prepare. Isn't this your first day of work? But you don't have to worry. I'm in the shift this morning, so we can go together."

Upon hearing Tia's words, Anastasya spontaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Again, the road weighs as lightened.

"really?"

"Yes. Now get ready."

The two girls entered each other's rooms. Prepare yourself to welcome the day with a myriad of activities.

Anastasya peeked for a moment at the glass window that presents the beauty of the morning atmosphere. Outside it was still dark, only a hint of golden light began to appear faintly.

"I don't even know what time it is" Anastasya murmured. The girl was combing her long black mane as the door sounded knocked from outside.

"Ana," call someone from behind the door.

Anastasya rushed to open the door and saw Tia who looked neat in her work uniform.

"You ready?" ask Tia.

"A little while." Anastasya quickly tidied up his mane and tied it simple.

"Tia, what time is it."

"It's still six in the morning. Before work, let's go ahead wait for rice pecelnya mbok Siti." Tia held up 2 plastic plates in her hand.

"Yes that. Not only Bismilah, but also start the day with breakfast. Let's strongly accept the reality," Tia's claw was accompanied by a crisp laugh. "It's a plate for you." Tia thrust out a plate she brought to Anastasya.

" Thank you."

"Let's go ahead. Wait for me to siti, who knows if it's coming." Tia pulled Anastasya's arm after the girl closed the room door.

Quite unexpectedly, apparently the flats were already quite crowded with morning shift workers who went back and forth to prepare themselves. Even some people seem to be in the front porch with their own plates.

"Breakfast...... Rice pecel, Nasi rames."

It appears a middle-aged woman in a hijab with a basket cradle approaching the hamlet.

"Here mbok" shouted one of the girls sitting on a chair with a plate on his side.

The middle-aged woman approached. Do not forget to snare a smile on the lips, until it appears some of his tooth that has been toothless.

He dropped the sizable basket from the sling, followed by several other girls swarming around.

Tia pulled Anastasya's arm closer, mingling with the other hamlet dwellers.

"Come on, choose which menu you like."

Anastasya stared at the contents of the basket that had opened. Look rice, pecel with various vegetables, and also a variety of side dishes. Omelet, fried noodles, also tofu and fried tempeh.

The boisterous voice of sahutan. Jockeying each other to mention the menu of orders, but still waiting in line without scrambling.

Anastasya Turn. The girl handed the plaatic plate to the middle-aged woman.

"What do you eat" asked the mbok.

"Mbok pecel rice. Just fried tempeh."

The middle-aged woman nodded as well. Cover the plastic plate first with banana leaves. Followed by vegetable pecel rice with a hot nut seasoning flush, and add two fried tempeh flour on it.

"It's nduk." The mbok gave the plate containing the order to the girl.

"Thank you mbok. How many?"

"Seven thousand nduk."

Anastasya also bribed one piece of money denominated ten thousand rupiah and gave it to the mbok. When he turned around, the mbok called out to him.

"The return is nduk," said the mbok.

"Make the mbok." Anastasya simply reviewed a thin smile and turned around to look for a seat.

"Don't nduk. It can't be that." The middle-aged woman refused, about to rise but was prevented by Anastasya.

"Let it be the sustenance of the mbok, which is important we are sincere."

Anastasya's answer made Si mbok smile knot. He stared at the young girl he had just seen for the first time. The two had a warm conversation before the mbok pamit peddled back his merchandise.

*****

A smile always develops on the tiny lips of Anastasya. After breakfast, he and Tia head to the shopping center where they work. There, Anastasya had met with Bi Arum. The naya beak woman also gave direction and what kind of work for Anastasya.

His colleagues also welcomed warmly and treated him well, as if he had known for a long time. There is no term senior or junior. All equally. Because they work to make money, and not to look for face.

Unceasingly Anastasya gave thanks. It's a good start to life in the city. Apparently not as bad as thinking, just the opposite. May this day and the next, happiness continue to overshadow.

Seriate..