Destiny Love Nirmala

Copet Naughty

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mak.." Nirmala's greeting to the woman who was wiping the table.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." replied Ms. Ina. "Eh, there's Mom's daughter-in-law" added Bu Ina joking. He took a plastic box containing bakwan, fried bananas and spicy gehu from Nirmala's hand.

Nirmala is looking for the existence of a young man who likes to tease her. "Mom, where's Joseph bang? Tumben 'heard no sound...."

"Well, Mom's son, miss?" goda bu Ina's.

Nirmala responded casually to the purple veiled woman's joke beside her. "No, Mama. Usually, every Nirmala comes here .. bang Yusuf who answers Nirmala's greeting."

"Oh... So Neng Mala feels that loss, right?" Ina's mom is back to tease Nirmala.

"Ih... Mother.." sulking Nirmala spoiled.

Ms. Ina chuckled, "Your gate has a lecture. Mother was also surprised that she was suddenly this smart. Usually ... know yourself, have to wait for Mom to turn into a lion, just had a child go to college."

"Alhamdulillah. Mala heard it." Nirmala smiled and helped Ina move the fried food into another container.

Ms. Ina took the wallet from inside the cart drawer. "It's the money, sorry, this time Mom can not give more money."

"It's okay, Mom. If there is more sustenance mending enough, make the tuition fee bang Yusuf." Nirmala closed her plastic box and pulled the fingers of Ina's mother and then kissed her. "Sir, Mala went straight to the market huh. Want to nitip something?"

Ms. Ina turned her eyeballs up, remembering what she needed. "Em. 'no Neng. The ingredients for cooking rice sit tomorrow, it's complete."

"OK deh Mak. Assalamu'alaikum...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied Ina with a fluffy smile.

Nirmala went to the traditional market to buy fried ingredients. Although he was still very young, he never felt ashamed or inferior. For him life must be lived optimistically as well as hard work. Putting aside shame because it will only be an obstacle to achieving a better future.

As usual, the hooded girl drove her blind motor at moderate speed. He passed through small alleys to save time. The smile never receded with his head nodding as it passed by everyone he met.

Fifteen minutes passed, now the round-eyed girl has arrived at the traditional market. He put his bike on and took off his helmet. Eagerly, he stepped foot into the seedy-looking building. Everyone who met him always greeted him kindly. It was because of Nirmala's manners, light-hearted tongue and respectful attitude towards anyone.

"Eh there's Neng Mala." said a market thug. "Do you want to shop?" tanyanya politely.

Nirmala stopped her steps and turned her head towards the man who greeted her. "Eh Bang Bimo's. Yes Bang, you can buy ingredients to make fried food. By the way, 'no running in the terminal, Bang?"

The man called bang Bimo is counting the two thousand rupiah note. "Belom Neng, collect security money first in the market. Just finished this to the terminal."

Nirmala. "Bao... Nirmala go in first. Afraid of the veggies...."

"Yes Neng. Bang Bimo also wants to muter again" replied the man who had a tattoo on his right arm as he twirled his index finger.

Nirmala nodded and continued her move towards the ground floor market. Bimo looked at Nirmala's back while shaking her head and said inwardly. "Udah is beautiful, polite, kind actually it's a child. If I am given bini macem Neng Mala .. want to repent and become a thug."

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"Bu Wening's ... Mala wants the carrot two kilo dong," Nirmala pinta on a middle-aged woman with a gold necklace as big as a chain. "Sama kol greenya sekilo, toge half a kilo and chives five thousand aja." Nirmala mentioned one by one the vegetables she needed to a merchant.

Nirmala smiled broadly. "Yes nih Bu, tomorrow just make fried food for rice stalls only. During the holidays, it used to be a traveling sale, there was a need."

Ms. Wening muttered while weighing the vegetables that were put in the crackle. "What else, Neng?"

"That's aja ma'am. So, how much is it?" nirmala answered asking what she had to pay.

The woman, wearing a red negligee, took a calculator from the top of the wooden shelf and counted the amount of groceries. "Everything is thirty-five thousand rupiahs, Neng...."

Nirmala took out the required amount of money from the wallet. "This is the money...."

Bu Wening withdrew the money given by his customers. "Thank you Neng... I pray the sale of fried foods continues to sell."

"Aamiin O Allah. Thank you Ma for your prayers. May the trading of Bu Wening also always be in demand and blessings," replied Nirmala sincerely.

"Aamiin.." said Ms. Wening.

Nirmala resumed her search for jackfruit bananas, white sugar and wheat flour. He walked casually while recalling the grocery list, afraid that something might be missed. As he was walking, there was the sound of a woman shouting copet. Sontak Nirmala glanced to the right and saw a man running down the ridge while continuing to look back.

Nirmala thrusts her right foot forward. The pickpocket still ran in panic without noticing his steps. He stumbled and fell to the ground in a prone position. Nirmala hit the man using the item in his hand and then snatched the wallet that had been stolen by the pickpocket.

Merchants flocked after hearing cries for help from Nirmala. They secure the pickpocket, before another merchant comes and does the vigilante.

"This is Ma'am, her purse." Nirmala handed the black item to the woman whose hair was carried.

"Thank you, son, for helping me." said the woman, who was about forty years old.

"Together, ma'am.if I may give advice, next time be more careful. Don't lure people with wallets like that" Nirmala pointed to the object the woman held in front of her. "Because it will be very easy for the perpetrators of the crime to do the action," said Nirmala.

The woman nodded and carved a smile. "Yes, thank you for reminding me. Oh, what's your name?"

"My name is Nirmala, Mom. But people call it Mala," Nirmala said.

The woman whom Nirmala helped took out several hundred thousand pieces of money from her wallet and thrust them into Nirmala. "It's my son as a thank you from me. Take it...."

Nirmala pushed the money slowly using the palm, refusing it subtly. "No, ma'am, I'm sincere about helping Mom. If you want, just give it to someone who needs it more."

"God willing, in addition to your beautiful face and name, your heart is also good." praise the woman as she stroked Nirmala's face.

"Alhamdulillah..wish me Mom, can be a better person again," added Nirmala.

"God willing, son, I love meeting young people like you. Occasionally go to my cake shop yes..," The woman gave Nirmala a business card. "There's an address, 'not far from here."

"God willing, Ma'am, if one time I pass by the area, stop by Mom's cake shop," replied Nirmala.

"I wait a minute" The woman patted Nirmala's arm and said goodbye to leave first.

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