Don't Distinguish Me

Many Fans

In the afternoon, Anisa who had taken a shower was getting ready to go to her mother's clothing store at the market. He took out his motorcycle to go there.

"Well, how dong, Salsa's motorcycle broke down." Salsa was whining at her father outside the house.

"Patience, yes, son, let me take you to the workshop later." Mr. Ramli looks to calm his beloved daughter.

"But I'm leaving now, Dad. I've been waiting in tongkrongan."

At that moment, Anisa had just finished taking out her motorcycle.

"Eh, Nisa, lend your bike to Salsa. He wants to play" said Mr. Ramli as he approached Nisa.

"Yes, Dad. Sa, this is just use," said Nisa who immediately handed her motorcycle to Salsa.

"Ih, don't want to. My brother's motorcycle is ugly because his father bought it second. If my motorcycle is new and the latest output," said Salsa. Indeed, Nisa's motorcycle is just a used motorcycle purchased from a neighbor. It was his father's birthday present. Salsa has a new motorcycle for her birthday. It was different, but Anisa always knew herself and was grateful for what she was given. He was not demanding much because from a long time ago, his father always counted with him because he had spent hundreds of millions on his operating costs since childhood. That's what Mr. Ramli always told Anisa every time he bought anything to Salsa.

"Anisa knows that you owe her everywhere for Anisa's operation. So Anisa just take what you love to Salsa that count the money you spent on Nisa." That's what Mr. Ramli said to Anisa.

"But now it's not perfect if you go to the workshop, dear."

"Well, how did Salsa use my dad's car?" salsa asked while looking expectantly.

"But you're not good at riding in a car yet."

"Can, Dad. It's just going to Tongkrongan place."

"Yes, wear it."

"But, Dad, Salsa's not good enough, if there's anything at all?" Anisa also reminded. Perhaps his father forgot what happened two years ago. Anisa hits people's homes and the father has to compensate for the cost of damage to the house and car. But the father instead blamed the uneven road conditions that made Salsa hit people's homes. In fact, Salsa wants to show off to people by accelerating the speed of his vehicle.

"Don't you swear me?" Salsa looked in annoyance at Anisa. Indeed, if in front of her father and mother, she must be polite to Anisa.

"No, Sa, I'm just worried about you. You better get on my motorcycle." Anisa again offers her motorcycle to Salsa.

"Silently, no. Well, I got in the car, yeah." Salsa again whines to Mr. Ramli.

Mr. Ramli who did not have the heart with the whimper of his favorite son was finally handed over his car keys. He kept reminding Salsa to be careful in driving because she had just swapped her car for a new one.

After Salsa left, Anisa also said goodbye to her father. "Well, Nisa said to take Mom to the market, yes," she said, kissing her father's hand.

"Yes, take it carefully, yes, Nis. On the road many large vehicles. Don't let the bike get damaged."

"Yes, Dad, Nisa will be careful, Kok." Anisa just nodded. He immediately went to the market to meet his mother and help close the store.

The clothes he used were very simple. Only after a long skirt, a long shirt, and a rectangular hijab covered the front of her body.

"Eh, Nisa, would like to pick up her mother, yes," said the shoe merchant who is a friend of Miss Dewi. In that market, many are familiar with Nisa. A very friendly and diligent girl.

"Yes, ma'am, come" Nisa replied with a friendly smile.

"Sina!" There was the sound of someone calling out to Anisa from afar. When Anisa turned her head, it turned out that the one who called was a public transportation driver who used to be ngetem in that market. His name is Adit.

"Bang Adit, why, Bang?" asked Anisa kindly.

"This is you want to give chocolate to you" said Adit while handing a piece of chocolate to Anisa.

"What is this Bang? Nisa didn't ask?"

"It's okay, it's just for you to have a snack at home."

"But Nisa doesn't feel good Bang if you do this."

"It's okay, just think of it as a gift because Nisa always replies to Brother's chat."

"Abang no-anything. Time because of the chat reply given chocolate?" Nisa chuckles at Adit's behavior. Of course he knew the twenty-eight-year-old man liked him. It's been over a year that Adit has always approached her. However, he only considered her as a friend.

"Yes Nisa accepted. But don't be gini often, yeah, Bang. Nisa's not good."

"Yes, thank you, I'm going to get some chocolate from my brother."

"Yes, Bang, thanks again. Nisa go first, yeah."

Adit just nodded off Anisa's departure. He looked at me with eyes full of love.

"Ehm, if you like lamar dong, don't know chat doang," quipped the mothers of shoe traders who had noticed Adit's behavior.

"Hehe." Adit only chuckled at the merchant's words.

"Nisa's a lot of fans. If it's not fast, hunt is taken by people."

Adit decided to leave because the merchant kept teasing him. That woman is right. Anisa has a lot of fans in this market. Starting from the owner of a counter phone, the owner of a gold shop, to traders and parking attendants who are widows and single.