Don't Distinguish Me

Unimportant

"Nisa? Is it closed?" ask the Goddess when she sees the child coming to her shop.

"Udah, Buk." Anisa was sitting next to the mother who was tidying up her clothes. As is the custom of people who often choose clothes, they are forced to remove them from plastic and after the customer makes a choice and leaves, then they put other clothes back into plastic. Anisa tries to help the mother because it feels like her hands will itch if you see the work in front of her eyes.

"You don't have to, you must be tired of standing up for hours. Your hands are pegel, right?" The goddess held Anisa's wrist and massaged her. However, Anisa immediately pulled her hand and tried to endure the pain because the area her mother was massaging was the scar of the stone scratch.

"Udah, Buk, no, Nisa's okay, okay."

"Bu Dewi is very lucky to have a child who is diligent and diligent like Anisa. If only my son was like Anisa, surely I do not need to be tired of slamming bones to eat," said a cloth merchant who was next to the store Dewi.

"Don't Restu want to work, Mom? He didn't graduate from college, did he?"

"Yes, Mom, but you're the kid of the day. He hoped that work would come because he thought that his diploma would make him sought after. His work at home just playing the same game hanging out is unclear."

"Sama dong, ma'am, like my second son Salsa. In the love of high education, uh, she even became unemployed at home and liked to waste her father's money."

"But I have one more child to be proud of. I am less of a Salsa. Moreover, when he came here there was no manners at all. The time I ask you to see what time he said should not order people carelessly."

"Yes, ma'am, he is…."

"Oh, it's already." Anisa tries to restrain her mother from demonizing Salsa again. He was already quite considered a provocateur because everyone did not like him.

The goddess was silent again because of pity to see the look on Anisa's face. He just did not know the incident last afternoon that made Anisa even more heartbroken.

"Nis, how does it feel like your motorcycle is different. You're falling, aren't you?" ask Goddess.

"No, Mom." Anisa tried to cover up the incident so that the mother did not worry. It would be a long story if the mother found out it grazed a car until it was scratched.

Arriving at home, Ramli was sitting on the porch of the house. He was playing his cell phone. Look around at the items he wanted to buy for Salsa. The girl was whining to buy an expensive earphone because her friends already have it.

"Assalamualaikum," said the Goddess while kissing the back of her husband's hand. And so is Anisa. He tried to forget the incident earlier this afternoon and behave as he was.

However, all of a sudden Ramli's eyes were fixed on the part of Anisa's motorcycle which turned out to be cracked and had a small scratch. It must have been a scratch because of the collision earlier this afternoon. However, Anisa did not know.

"Why is this? You're jatoh?" ask Ramli while approaching Anisa's motorcycle to see the damage more closely.

"Yes, Nis, it just felt bad. You're jatoh?" The goddess looked back at Anisa with worry.

"Yes, Buk, sorry, yes, you could accidentally run over someone's car."

"What's? So how are you? Is there a wound?" ask the Goddess while examining the hands and feet of Anisa. He also found a wound on Anisa's wrist. "Oh, it's a swollen wound."

"What the hell are you, Nis? Not careful though. The motor is broken. Even if you have money for real, but you should not grumble the goods you buy," said Ramli while staring annoyed Anisa.

The goddess could hardly believe what she was hearing. Even at a time like this, her husband still thinks of a motorcycle that only suffered minor damage.