Beautiful, How is Minder?

Sunday morning

"The doctor" said Aish greeting Siras who was still busy with his phone.

"Hi, it's come out apparently" said Siras smiling.

"And I said bang, don't bother picking up" said Aish.

"You no longer have a guard schedule, Aishyah, so in the future we will rarely meet. That's why I want to see you now" Siras said.

"Will not go to the hospital?" ask Aish.

"No, I'm off today" Siras said.

"Can it be a coincidence, bang?" ask Aish.

"Yes, I'd like to take you to lunch. Please, don't refuse my invitation this time" Siras said.

"Hengmh .. okay. I told my mother first yes" said Aish agreed to Siras' invitation. It's okay to eat out. Especially since yesterday this doctor seems to be angry at him?

Apparently Siras invited him to eat at a restaurant that sells various kinds of processed noodles. When Aish came in, she was a little surprised to see the price was very much different from the chicken noodles she used to eat at her regular noodle shop.

"What do you want to order?" ask Siras who saw Aish just flipping through the menu book.

"Just give it up to the doctor. I don't understand the menu" said Aish.

Siras smiled at Aishyah's poleness, and ordered as he wished, which he felt fit on Aish's tongue.

"Why hasn't Aishyah eaten yet?" siras asked after a long time the dishes on their table were still not covered by him.

"I can't use chopsticks bang, no spoon anyway?" asked Aish Lirih, she was embarrassed apparently.

Siras chuckled, he felt funny with Aish's current expression. "Hahaha, let me ask the waiters" said Siras.

"Don't be surprised dong bang doctor, very evil" said Aish.

Siras called the waiters, asking for the spoon as Aish wished. Finally, Aish was able to eat with embarrassment. But the taste of the cuisine is very delicious, making little by little the shame is gone. Anywhere can enjoy the food.

"It turns out the menu of the rich is delicious" Aish's inner.

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"Come on, hunt. Hunts later the trading will run out, maybe the mother can get expensive loh" said mother nagging so early.

"Yes mother, Aish just grudging doang really. The mistress is a little afternoon. Be patient a little bun" Aish said.

This Sunday morning Aish had to deliver her bunda to the market, later in the afternoon there will be a tahlilan event at Aish's house. Mommy can turn tahlil event complex mothers every Sunday afternoon.

And this is where Aish and her mother now, with high skill, bid the price that the seller offered. Often Aish heard the round of mouth clash because the trader refused the price that you bargained for.

"Mother, only two hundred silvers is still willing to fight" said Aish.

"It's okay dong is, it's good if it is collected even though two hundred silver" said the mother did not want to lose.

"Just go to mom. This is less what else is mother?" asked Aish who had carried many bags of crackles in both hands.

"Well, the chicken hasn't been bought yet. Forgot mom, haduuhh ... You may run out of this" said the mother half-run towards the seller of fresh chicken meat.

"Bang, the chicken is still there, right?" ask the mother after arriving at the chicken shop.

"Uwaduh, just finished buk" said the seller.

"Yeahh .. again it takes so much, cook it out anyway?" ask mother.

"How many kilos is it mom?" ask the chicken dealer.

"Five kilos doang bang, if there is direct I pay cash deh bang" said mother.

"There's a ma'am, but I'm home. Slaughtered first" said the seller.

"Don't bang her house?" ask mother.

"Not really, just ride the angkot once doang" said the seller.

"Let Aish get there bun. Mother just go home with the groceries that have been purchased. Aish went to his brother's house to get chicken" said Aish.

"Is it really okay?" ask mother.

"Yes bun. Mother just calm down, after all also know her brother as well. It's safe" said Aish.

"Bang, let the chicken be taken with my son yes later. Be careful not to mess around" said mother.

"Ready buk. Trust me is the one" said the seller.

"Mother goes home first yes. You be careful, this is the money" said the mother.

"Yes bun" said Aish

"Let's go with my brother's motorbike now, then he will go home just got an angkot. Let's not stray too neng" said the seller.

"Yes to bang. Be able. Not a lot of bang?" ask Aish.

"Deket neng, later take it to the chicken coop. The chicken just got cut. Usually neng, if many Sundays buy. It had been driven by the same people for celebration he said" the brother told me while cleaning the field.

Aish was already on the bike brother, the motor matic was full of trading equipment placed on the front.

Not too far away is the location of the chicken coop that the brother meant. Fifteen minutes they arrived.

"Just wait here, just wait. Let the brother slaughter the chicken inside" said the brother.

Aish simply nodded and waited where the elder brother was referring to. He looked around, the cage measuring about 4x5 meters, inside there was a mother who helped the brother cut the chicken that had been slaughtered and had been plucked feathers.

Long enough for Aish to wait, the brother came out of his chicken coop after almost an hour. Fortunately, Aish brought a cellphone to repel saturation while waiting.

"Sorry for a long time, this is five kilos of chicken" said the brother handed him two bags of crackles containing chicken meat.

"Yes bang is okay. Thank you bang, this money is counted first" said Aish.

"Yes, it's fitting. Thank you" said the brother.

"Eh, wait neng. This I love bonus claw equal chicken head. Wouldn't you?" said the mother who helped her brother.

"By dong bu. Thank you very much" said Aish happily.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum" said Aish.

"Waalaikumsalam, be careful" said the mother.

Aish walked towards the highway, not too far away. He had to wait for his car to come.

But on Sundays like this, angkot even rarely pass. Because long enough to wait, he was on foot while carrying a crackle filled with chicken meat.

Aish walks while humming, she is listening to music from her phone. He walked while looking around. There seems to be a crowd there.

"Why so many people?" ask Aish in my heart. He approached the crowd, trying to see what was going on.

Apparently someone was fighting. In front of him were two cars parked on the side of the road.

In one of the cars, a woman was crying. He leaned into the body of the car and sat on the asphalt, even though he was wearing hot pants. The woman was crying while looking down, Aish so could not see clearly because her face was covered in long hair that dangled to the front of her face.

A few meters in front of him, a man was beating up another man. The man in the white jacket sat on the belly of the man in blue. His jacket until a lot of red spots due to blood stains from his opponent.

Aish tried to see clearly, she tried to get a little closer as people were busy cheering without anyone intending to separate them. Some even filmed the incident.

Aish's eyes widened to see the scene in front of him. His crackle bag fell onto the asphalt as his hands reflexively covered his gaping mouth in surprise.

He immediately ran towards the two people who were fighting jotos. More precisely, someone who was beating his opponent.

Because the man in blue clothes was tired, even looks not wrinkled because he was beaten continuously by the man in a white jacket.

"Stop! Stopit! Just stop! What the fuck are you guys?" yelled Aish who was not cared for by the two.

The man in the blue shirt was already sprawled, his face was already battered. But all that did not dampen the desire of the man in a white jacket to keep beating him.

The man in the white jacket was already like a fidelity, he beat up mercilessly.

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