Between Two Choices

counting days

Hope all will end with kindness no remorse or resentment.

Today Keyla has started to re-enter.

After cleaning herself Keyla exited the room towards the kitchen. "Mom, Mom" said Keyla, approaching her mother who was struggling with kitchen utensils.

"August, baby. What do you want for breakfast?" ask his mother

"Key, eat bread just like milk, ma'am," Keyla replied, for some reason today he was lazy to eat.

After breakfast, Keyla left for work. "Mom, Key went to work first" said Keyla. "Assalamualaikum," said Keyla with his mother's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful Key," replied his mother.

"Yes, Mom." Keyla came out of the house to start the bike how surprised he was to see the flat tire. "Ah, why should the tires leak" Keyla complained.

Keyla walked off the bike, afraid that he would be late for work so he chose to walk all morning exercise.

Keyla stopped her steps hearing the sound of a car horn stopping right beside her. "Mas Pras" said Keyla.

Pras opens the car window. "Come, up!" Pras tells Keyla to get in the car.

Keyla opened the car door and went inside to sit next to Pras.

"Why walk?" pras asked Keyla.

"My bike is deflated" Keyla replied.

"Where's Mas Pras from?" ask Keyla.

"It's a habit to go to a restaurant." Pras by leaving the morning to the restaurant so that they can immediately check the situation this morning.

Short chats along the way to Keyla's workplace. Soon they were until Pras stopped his car.

"Thank you, assalamualaikum" Keyla said before exiting the car.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, whose work spirit," continued Pras.

"Ready boss." Keyla got out of the car and walked into the store. It turned out that there were Airin and Nita in the store.

"You tumben once in the morning has come," said Keyla.

"Again diligent," replied Airin as he swept the floor. After putting her bag Keyla immediately took the kemoceng and kanebo to clean the storefront. Nita's cleaning up upstairs.

"Gue is like this, yes" said Keyla.

"Take a shake from Key," Airin continued.

"Nyalain dong music to be more fun," said Keyla.

As Keyla instructed, Airin turned on the radio. "Come on, shake Key!" airin.

"Pull the mang, the semongko," cried Airin and Keyla.

They are both riweh, but yes if in the shop there is no music like there is less.

You also must feel that there is less when visiting a store without music.

An hour finished cleaning Keyla's shop to the cashier's desk where he was great. Visitors began to arrive.

"I'm Mba myself. Can anyone help?" Keyla asked back.

The visitor smiled at Keyla. "Greetings," he replied and left.

Who he is, the inner Keyla, he is confused with the woman suddenly comes just name then goes away just like that makes Keyla wonder who the woman is.

Keyla remembered the woman's face but she really didn't know the woman, this was the first time Keyla had seen her.

"Lu, why Key?" tanya Airin looked at the confusion on Keyla's face.

"It's okay, just surprised that there were women coming to my nyari after knowing to leave just like that" said Keyla.

"Who?" ask Airin

"Gue was also unfamiliar, the first time he saw," Keyla said by raising both his shoulders.

Visitors make Keyla forget about the woman. "Alhamdulillah, can rest for a while my back is sore," Keyla complained after serving many visitors and had to stand for hours making his legs and back protest.

"Rin, don't you buy ice?" ask Keyla.

"Message go food only," replied Airin.

"Have the Jockey buy," said Keyla because of the considerable cost of buying it to make the Jockey eat.

"OK." Airin immediately sent a message to the Jockey to buy him three ice-strokes.

Before long the Jockey came carrying two plastic bags filled with ice according to Airin's order.

"Mba Keyla, the Jockey is coming" cried the Jockey as he entered the shop.

"Greetings Jockey instead of shouting," said Airin.

"Hehe, sorry Mba Airin," replied the Jockey.

"Assalamualaikum," said Joki in front of the cashier's desk.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Jockey," Keyla replied with a smile. "More." The jockey gave his order earlier.

"How much, Jok?" ask Keyla.

"Fifteen thousand Mba" replied the Jockey.

"Ok, wait." Keyla took the plastic bag out of the Jockey's hand, then he put it on the table and then he reached into his bag to take the payment of his ice order.

"It's a Jockey" Keyla said, giving a sheet of Ijo and chocolate.

"Thank you Mba," the Jockey replied as he received the money from Keyla. After that, he left the shop.

"So soon," said Keyla sipping on ice because this afternoon the air feels very hot by drinking ice makes the body directly Maknyus.

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