Dowager Bohay

The First Experience of the Soul

Djiwa did not expect him who had been up and down luxury cars had to enter the Mother Market that was muddy after being dashed by rain last night. His feet, which used to wear tens of millions of expensive shoes, now only wear yellow Swallow-branded flip-flops and step on the muddy and slippery streets.

It was still dark but the atmosphere inside the market was already crowded. There is a truck that lowers a variety of fresh vegetables and fruits that have just come. There is a pelvis who works to bring the purchased goods to the front of the highway to be transported by passing angkot. Many buyers and merchants make transactions.

Djiwa looked at the surrounding situation while closing her life. Can't stand the smell of garbage and muddy. Several times he refrained from vomiting until his eyes turned red. Djiwa follows the steps of the Rose who deftly moves from the chopped chickenman to the vegetable artisan.

"I'll bring you the Roses!" tawar Djiwa's. Poorly he saw the Rose carrying a cut chicken that looked heavy. One chicken alone is about more, let alone Rose buy a lot?

The rose gives a large plastic bag containing a fairly heavy cut chicken. With his hands carrying the chicken, Djiwa followed the Rose who now bought cayenne pepper and seasoning making chicken.

"It's really expensive?" protest the Roses at the vegetable seller.

"Again up, Ma'am. In the rainy season, a lot of chillies rot quickly," replied the vegetable seller.

The soul watches the Rose bargain. It also looks like a rose. Djiwa waits patiently accompanied by dangdut music playing from a dvd radio tuned by a pirated dvd handyman.

🎶 Life without love, like a garden without flowering ....🎶

"Life without love, pretty! Living without money makes you dizzy!" grouse Djiwa in the heart.

The rose came with plastic in her hand. "Let me bring you too, Rose!" haggard Djiwa again.

Smiling roses. "No need, Mom. His hands were full of chickens. I can bring it myself. We'll wait in front, Mom!" bring Roses.

Roses also lead the way, passing muddy roads and truck cars that make the road jammed. Djiwa has resigned with her dirty and muddy legs. Let Rendi later he will send laundry all his clothes clean.

They stopped near the exit. Rose told Djiwa to wait for the pick up car they had been riding. Before long they waited, came the black pick up car.

Djiwa's eyes bulldozed at the view in the back of the car. The car that was originally empty, is now full of plastic containing various vegetables.

"Come, Mas!" bring Roses.

"We're riding in this car? Where are you sitting?" djiwa Protest.

"On the edge. It still fits! Come on, it's gonna be a cop in the afternoon!" bring Roses.

The rose climbed on top of the car tub and asked for the groceries to be raised also to the top. Although reluctant, Djiwa eventually went up to the car tub. It was an experience he had never felt before.

Before long the car left, Djiwa held on to the edge of the car. He saw worry in him. The car that was driven had no safety at all. Sitting should also be a bit slanted because many vegetables are transported, not yet other traders who also ride.

"There are no cars or other vehicles?" ask Djiwa while whispering.

"There's no clock yet, Mas. I don't have a vehicle so yes it has to be like this, inevitably" replied Rose.

"Any prices on expensive. Cabe ride. The onion started to rise. Confused about selling to the buyer how? Tau own our buyers smart mothers nawar," complained one of the traders.

The rose then chatted with familiarity. Djiwa did not participate. He was busy clinging to the side of the car and praying that their journey would be quick.

It turns out that the suffering of the Soul is not over. They went down in a place a little far away because the car that was boarded would go to the place where the merchants were shopping the most and the rent was most expensive. Be Djiwa and Rose walk far enough.

"You're a great rose. You are brave, every day your routine is like this. Salute me to you!" praise Djiwa.

The smiling rose heard the praise of Djiwa. "Ah Mas Djiwa could have. It's a living accusation, ma'am. You have to work hard if you want to survive. Mas Djiwa also used to work hard like this not in the village?" ask the Rose.

"Yeah. I worked hard too" lied Djiwa. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Bersihin chicken. I will teach you later. Djiwa can do it!" answer Roses.

Djiwa's face stiffened imagining cleaning up a chicken whose skin was flabby and hiiiyy ... The pious soul imagined it. A Space Djiwa must clean chickens? What does the world say?

Unfortunately, the world does not know that Djiwa is currently hiding his identity. He obediently obeyed the order of the Rose to clean the chicken. Although at first it was a bit amused but Djiwa managed to do his job well. The chicken he cleaned had not even a single feather, clean without any residue.

"It's over, Mom. Mas Djiwa can go home, take a shower and maybe do the laundry? Just hang it near my clothesline. There's a rope in there. Oh yeah, just use soap and brush me first." The rose took the soap and gave it to Djiwa.

"Washing clothes? How's it?" inner Djiwa.

"Yes. Thanks, Rose. I'll go home first. What time am I coming back?" ask Djiwa.

"Jam 10, Mas. Mas Djiwa can rest first, later I bring breakfast for Mas."

Djiwa returned to her contract house. The laundry laundry plan is gone. If the Rose does not see his clothes on the clothesline, the Rose will be suspicious.

"Fate .. fate. How holy is it?" grunts Djiwa.

Somewhat long Djiwa in the bathroom, not complete his desire but wash clothes and bath many times until the smell of the market disappeared completely from him. It was very tired, after drying clothes Djiwa intend to rest but a knock on the door made him stop to sleep again.

"Morning, Boss!" greet Rendi with a smile on her face.

"Did you come here early in the morning?" ask Djiwa with a ketus.

"Love the Father of Angkasa Djiwa jobs." Rendi sat in Djiwa's room and took out the contents of her bag. A laptop and a stack of files.

"Lo crazy, love that much work is the same as me? Don't know if I've been working hard?" omel Djiwa's.

"Sorry, boss. Papa Bos asked the Boss to hold a 40-story skyscraper construction project. If the Boss doesn't do it, in a matter of seconds, Papa Boss will come here," Rendi said, frightening Djiwa.

"Yes. I will be working tonight. I want to sleep! You go home there! I'm sleepy!" The soul breaks down its body and prepares for sleep.

"Boss, there is one more news," said Rendi made Djiwa open one of his eyes.

"What?"

"Papa Bos told the Boss to go home" replied Rendi.

"No want! Tell me I have some important work." Djiwa sat back down and spoke seriously to Rendi. "Gue won't come home before getting the Rose, remember that!"

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