DERRIS

MUKIDI MAN SUGAR

SRI AYU, - SCENE,

The condition of the office that is still quiet and conducive makes the intention of bathing Sri Ayu lucky.

“Loh, mbak Ayu early in the morning come to the office to say what?” an office guard caught Sri Ayu climbing over the fence.

Still in the position of the body above the guardrail, the left foot and the right are behind the wall. Sri Ayu is like a thief ninja era petrified sarong.

“Emb... Nganu sir it enggg... “ scratching his head that may itch or cut.

“The gate has opened the padlock, why use spoiled events? “ said the guard.

“Yes there is a race 17 Augustusan later Sir, Fence Climbing Competition hehehe.” Sri Ayu jumped into the office yard.

“Yang there is now a climbing race but not in Pinang huahahaha,” The guard laughed at the condition of young people exposed to free association.

“So Social Climbing is no longer the season huh Sir?” Sri Ayu tidied up her tangled clothes while climbing the fence.

“Yes still for sycophants and worshipers. But, by the way mbak Ayu her body is all whispered huh? How about red spots?” the guard's finger pointed at Sri Ayu's skin.

“Every night was attacked by mosquitoes sir, as a result yes gini. Red bentol-bentol all.”

Because Susasana is still quiet, Sri Ayu continues to look for the cleanest bathroom and rarely visited by people. There he got a bathroom with a tub that was quite large in size. Pest him with clean and fresh water, byarrrr byuuurrrr byaaarrrr byuuurrrrr.

“Ah..throw all these my legs.” Sri Ayu who was satisfied with the show shower was deliberately washing soap 3x.

When passing through the employee's canteen, he heard the sound of glasses and spoons playing in the water. Ting... Ting... Ting.the sound of stirring the spoon forms the glass glass wall. The distinctive aroma of hot coffee and warm tea is being formulated to be prepared at the table of office staff.

“The start is a little, so it can be economical and away from Diabetes.” The voice of the office guard spoke for himself.

Out of curiosity as to who these middle-aged fathers were talking to. Sri Ayu peeking daei ventilation holes window.

“Whose father speaks to?” Sri Ayu spoke and made the office guard startled.

Klunting, the spoon fell. “ Haduhhh, ssssissiiiaaapaa?” while rubbing the chest. Distractedly looking for the form of who the owner of the voice just now.

“I MADAM MISTRESS, I HAVE A WEEK HERE HIHIHIHIHI.” Sri Ayu pranks her office guard, on a whim. From this snob, there is a secret. If all this time the office guard likes to collect sugar remaining monthly rations of employees.

Thanks to Sri Ayu's frenzy of being an impromptu ghost, she can understand that there are employees whose standard of living is still below enough. Let alone as an office guard, he alone has become a Civil Servant just hanging indistinctly. Luckily there is now a cheap Gustavo Apartment. And there is nothing, it can be said to be many minuses. But the name is amateurs and financial conditions are still supplies from the village certainly make a breakout bag.

“For Yu,”Agus greets Sri Ayu who is already busy with her work.

Dug, the long-spirited sundul Agus who is under Sri Ayu's desk. Sontak make stationery and objects that are on it are sown.

“Ck!” sri Ayu's grunts annoyed Agus.

“Yu, now where do you live anyway?” tegur Agus was curious.

“Hemmbb you can promise what not?”

After Sri Ayu recounted her life after being evicted from the Lucas house by Madam, now Sri Ayu dared to admit. That he lived under a bridge that was transformed into an apartment composing down. Agus' face looked disappointed not playing. He was now convinced, that Sri Ayu was not a rich girl as he thought.

“Cause, all this time he looked ragged.” Agus sat alone in the hallway to the warehouse.

While looking at the roof ceiling that many nests spiders. Agus was stunned when Sri Ayu told him about the condition of the residents of the apartment under the bridge. His once prestigious heart is now starting to be full.

“Gus, I'm not asking you to be my friend outside of work. But being a co-worker for a solid team is mandatory. Because we are servants of the Indonesian people. We must serve the country. Including this I'm doing.” A glass filled with black coffee.

“Hemmmbb, coffee as unusual yes. What do not-don't date old man Mukidi ngirit sugar.” Agus looked bitter when covering the coffee brought by Sri Ayu.

“Why? Bitter huh?”

“Iya, not sweet bueeehhh.” Agus wiped his lips.

“So this office keeper name Mukidi yes, Village once yes.” Sri Ayu grumbled in wonder.

“He is still honorary, initially he just replace Mr. Kasmul who is old and sickly. It just so happened that Mr. Kasmul had a daughter but a widow whose face was beautiful and her body was as bright as possible. As a result, Mukidi who is a traveling shoe polish, happened to meet in front of the entrance gate. If it is not wrong when Princess Pak Kasmul sent lunch. Be them fighting each other's eyes that come down to the heart. Finally they married, and Mukidilah who continued the work of Mr. Kasmul earlier. They had a difficult life, especially Princess Pak Kasmul had children outside marriage 2 people. Just imagine how troublesome Mr. Kasmul who is already scrawny and gray hair was making a living. While his daughter pontang-panting hassles ngurus children and home.”

Only able to listen to the story of the story of the sugar-corrosion pengais. Quickly, Mukidi ironed out the sugar. In addition to being able to save money, it can also reduce excessive sugar consumption.

“Start tomorrow get used to drinking water, do not choose sweet coffee and sweet tea. Because you should know, sugar is like a promise. And the realization is like white water.” Pungkas Sri Ayu left Agus alone again.

Thus, mukidi can save more residual sugar. Agus and Sri Ayu agreed to consume water as their daily drink. And their friendship both back to being good and without the prestige of their respective backgrounds.