Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

The kindness of old men

Among the many visitors to the Mall, three young men at the mobile phone counter often attract the attention of women, especially adult women who predate young men. Angga with the status of eternal singles, looks very experienced to serve women who just buy cellphone hangers or other accessories to support the beauty of their mobile phones. If the women throw jokes to Angga, then Angga also threw a marketing-laden joke to them.

A smile continued to expand on Angga's innocent face, who knew behind that innocent face was hiding the man who was thirsty for buyers. Unlike Kanaya, the cousin who was born from a family, Angga is in fact just a child from a mediocre family. The demands of life make Angga who was initially shy to be fond of greeting, always being friendly to others especially to his customers.

Joining Gibran and Agam, the three of them build a mobile phone counter with unequal capital. Agam and Gibran invested more in the business, Angga with all the savings he had was not even able to contribute the same capital with his two friends. Luckily, Angga has two very good and understanding friends who are annoying.

It's okay if Gibran the slacker only comes 3/4 times a week to guard the counter.

It's okay if Agam who is always busy serving his beloved mother, always comes home early and comes later than himself.

Because, the two friends had hearts as wide as the ocean, they divided the profit from their efforts to Angga. In addition to dedicating more to the business, what else can Angga do to repay the good of both of them.

He who used to drive only two wheels to travel, is now able to buy a four-wheeled vehicle thanks to the business, can support both parents and siblings with his own efforts, he said, it is nothing for Angga if they have to spend more time in their business.

That afternoon, Gibran just unwinded in his great chair. Grabbing a mobile phone about to enter the game site, suddenly the presence of an old man seized attention. The old man was aiming to meet him, then, the intention to play the game was immediately explained Gibran.

" How are you doing, Gibran ?"

" Thank God, Gibran is fine. Looking for a cell phone? we have a smart phone with the latest features Om ?"

Bagas smiled "For an old man like me, just have a simple phone like this, Gibran said", he showed the device to Gibran.

A device with a brand of fruit bitten, Angga smiled faintly looking at the device in the old man's hand.

" Gam, what do all the rich businessmen call a device with a brand that's a simple thing ?"

" I don't know, I haven't been a businessman with abundant wealth like that Bagas sir, so I can't give you an answer "

While advancing his lips, annoyed "At least you can give an answer by reflecting on your father, is not he also a rich businessman "

" How am I going to ask, my dad uses a smart phone with another brand "

" Hais! asking you is a waste of time "

" You also wasted my time, Angga "reply Agam.

" What's wrong with you? did you catch Gibran's annoying nature? I know you and him both suck, it's just that today your shitty rate is almost the same as Gibran's "

There was a heavy sigh of an Agam "I don't know, I'm just a little tired "

Judging from the situation, Angga caught a problem in the mind of his best friend.

" Is this related to Jena's sister ?"

" It can be said like that, but it can also be said that it's not like that "

The two eyes of Angga turned meddling, said Agam alone had made him confused, what about Agam who was facing the confusion.

" Want to share your problems with me ?"

Agam just silent, his fingers are dancing on the screen of the phone. Finding a surah there, Agam picked up the earphones.

" Can I calm down first ?"

Both of Angga's hands extended, the man also opened the door to their private room at the counter.

" Plaque!" Agam hit Angga's arm. At a time like this Angga still teases him.

As Agam headed for their private room, Angga glanced at Gibran who was still talking to Jena's former in-laws. It is seen that Bagas handed over his phone to Gibran, and received back his phone after Gibran typed something there.

Curiosity spreads in the heart of Angga, but quickly the curiosity he tepis to stay away. According to the advice he had heard from Kiyai Bahi, it was not good to always be curious about the affairs of others. Choosing to step into the mouth of the counter, Angga is now busy with small talk with other traders.

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The orange sky is always beautiful in Jena's eyes. Although the ombah nan splashed to greet the face, Jena did not intend to leave the boat he was riding. The boat of the village head that was moored behind his residence, became an easy target for the container to enjoy the twilight at that time. In the midst of a raging mind, Jena tries to find calmness in order to maintain sanity in herself. Jena really does not want to increase Tiara's happiness by being a crazy woman because of the problems she is facing.

On the boat, Jena let go of all the fatigue. In the swing of the waves, in the arms of the wind, the universe gave a hug to the weak woman, enough that the creator knew how weak Jena was then, in the eyes of fellow humans Jena always stood upright without fear of anything.

The phone rang faintly from the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, a new number on his screen. Once hesitant, Jena finally received the call after the second call.

" Kid Jena "

The sound at the end of it made his heart thump.

" I know you're there, want "that voice to be heard again, making Jena who had been silent finally make a sound.

" Pad Bagas "

" You still recognize my voice, thank goodness "

What kind of heart Jena should have, when she was about to calm down, people in the most difficult times continued to arrive.

" What's the matter with Bagas' father ?"

" Can we meet ?"

The woman bit her lip, what else did this old man want to say. Didn't the day the judge's hammer was knocked they had met, why didn't he just use the time of day to talk.

" Jena, let this old man do the right thing, son, "his voice sounds vibrating. What he wanted to say provoked Jena's curiosity.

Through the call, the former son-in-law and former in-law arranged for time to meet. The day after, Bagas' car was seen parked in the courtyard of Jena's residence, of course after Gibran's departure to the counter. There were many things Bagas had told Jena.

Unlike the usual who is always closed, Jena opens all her stories with Tiara both in the past and the present.

" Say son, what can I do to help you ?"

" Dad's red binder, I'd be very grateful to you if you managed to bring that binder to me"

To be continued....

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