Forced to endure

Chapter 59

Sinda

After Mas Adji's departure my feelings became mixed. Memories after memories flashed through my mind. It's easy for people to say to move on but in reality it's not as easy as they say. Every time I meet Mas Adji I like to re-dig the memories that I have been hard-earned to bury.

The ringing of the phone brought me back to the real world.

"Hello ... " Apparently the shop owner contacted me.

"Well I'll be there soon."

I grabbed the bag and the motor key. Not long after I got in front of the shophouse.

There was a car parked in the shop yard, but no one was there. I've been wandering around looking for the owner of the car that I believe is also the owner of the shophouse but I didn't find it.

Am I being bullied?

I waited a while until I finally decided to call the number that had called me.

"Hello, I'm on location. You where?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be there soon." Then the phone is turned off.

Not long after I saw a male figure coming closer to me. It was like getting to know that man.

"Mrs ... ?"

"Pak Indra ...?"

We both did not believe in our vision.

"Pak Indra owns this shophouse?"

"You want to buy a shophouse?"

After both throwing questions we laughed together.

"But I know Win, it turns out that this world is indeed narrow. Yesterday we met in the parking lot, now here, tomorrow where else?" said Mr. Indra accompanied by a crisp laugh.

The senses are cheerful, not rigid. Talking to him was relaxing even though we hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Pak Indra could have."

"Don't Call Mr. Dong Win ... My age is not much different from yours. You used to call me "Sir" because I'm your boss. Now we don't have a working relationship, so just call names."

"Back Indra. It's kind of weird that's not Ndra ...? "

"Well, it's even better to hear."

"You alone?" Indra turned to the left right like looking for someone.

"Yes ... I'm on my own."

"Your husband must still be working, so it can not accompany you."

"So you want me to talk, do you want to see the shophouse?" I switched the conversation before Indra asked the figure of a husband that I no longer had.

"Yes .. yes ... " Indra took out the key from his pocket and opened the door of the shop. Then let me in.

Akh looked around. The lower floor consists only of a room without a partition and one bathroom. There is also a minimalist kitchen in the back.

"Can we look upstairs?"

Indra nodded.

"I didn't know before that this shophouse was going to be sold. Every week I sell in the field. I don't know if this is yours either." I spoke while climbing the stairs to the second floor.

"In all of a sudden, I had no plans to sell this shop before." Indra started to look moody.

"Why do you suddenly want to sell it? No problem, right? I mean ... Isn't it because there's a problem with this place?" I started to worry.

"I'm divorced, and let's just say this shophouse was a treasure with me and my wife during the marriage. So I sold it and halved the proceeds."

"Oh ... That's how it looks," I replied innocently. I actually knew he was divorced from Likha.

"Why really? What's the reason why this shophouse was sold could make you change your mind?"

"I think because it's haunted it's for sale. If there's a ghost I don't want to buy either."

Laughter heard my answer.

"You're Win .. The times are like this still afraid of ghosts."

"Oh ... Is there a room here?!" I walked straight to the room.

"Yes ... There's a bathroom too" Indra added.

"Can I open it?" Indra nodded.

I opened the door of the room and saw the conditions inside.

"Morocco ... If the kids come along and want to take a nap, they can sleep here" I murmured.

Finished seeing the condition of the second floor me and Indra back down to the first floor.

"The shop is a good Ndra ... It's strategic and the building's new."

"Yes, it's a pity that it's also sold. But want more giman? Itung-itung throw away painful memories," said Indra with a sad face.

"So how?" he asked while neutralizing the look on his face.

"Overall I love this shophouse. As I wish." I returned to my eyes.

"I think about it later I'll tell you my decision."

"Okay, you keep my number."

"I called you, right?" Indra nodded.

"I still want to talk to you, but I'm afraid your husband will misunderstand."

Looks like Indra doesn't know if I'm divorced.

"I'll go home first ... I'll call you later."

Indra nodded and smiled.

I drove my motorcycle back to the kiosk. It's almost seven o'clock in the night. Arriving at the stall I thought about my decision to buy the shophouse if it was right.

My money is still not enough, but I can apply for a loan to the bank or maybe sell a car, I can.

Her morning...

After careful thought I contacted Indra. I have to move fast before the other one. It's a pity that this shophouse was released and bought by people.

I negotiated the price and payment method with Indra. I give half in advance, the rest I pay off a month later until my car sells and loans from liquid banks.

Indra.

I hung up the phone and immediately prepared the files to apply for a loan to the bank. The faster the better. I also advertised my car on a car buying and selling platform. I need these funds in a month.

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Likha startled me by suddenly appearing in front of me.

"Tumben didn't call first? Usually if you want to stop by and tell first."

"I don't intend to stop by. It wasn't accidentally passed so stop by all of you."

Likha immediately looked for a seat without me giving up. He found a large sack of clothes that I had not yet unloaded and sat on it.

"Do you know what's going on in the neighbors?" The initial question as a sign of gossip.

"What?" my many.

"They say you're broke because you want to sell a car."

I smiled hearing it.

"Jehs ... These people ... I wonder how they can find out the news so quickly. I'm going to sell the car, but not because I'm broke. I sold cars because I wanted to buy shophouses."

"Wow ... So great you win! If until people hear you buy a shophouse, surely the news will be more uproar."

"I'm immune" I replied briefly and made Likha laugh.

"You're like the celebrity of Win village ... A little motion just direct one village ngerti and talk."

"Mending if the talking is good, if they only talk bad how?"

"It's a risk being a celebrity of the village." Likha laughed as if comforted by her own words.

"But I only put car ads on the platform of buying and selling used cars. How can it be the news I'm broke continue to sell cars?"