Gharib Love

Runyam and Smooth

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"Eeeeeeeeeeem,"

Aini's hands extended upwards with energy to straighten the muscles she had been traveling with since yesterday.

His eyes were still closed, but his movements were so sharp. As a result of his own movements, Aini's eyes suddenly widened to see the situation around.

While gathering the scattered lives, Aini tried to smile for herself.

But in his half-consciousness, Aini saw the phone that had been singing cheerfully; now silent in silence, and when he grabbed the phone beside him and opened the screen; time showed at 01.00 WIB.

"Huh? Just 1 o'clock? why did I wake up?" Aini's question was thrown at herself.

With that he made up his mind to let his life go back in search of his own dreams, supported by eyes that drown themselves again; before morning comes and before the world of work is waded.

…

"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar,"

The echo of Adzan reverberated on a still dim day, crowing chickens also enlivened.

Aini also opened her eyes calmly, not jerking let alone widening.

A knot smile welcomes a morning that looks radiant, as soon as he stands up straight; in preparation to prostrate to Divine Robbi.

Aini finally grabbed the toiletries and opened the room door slowly, she was about to pass through the kitchen;

Arriving in the kitchen Aini saw her mother who was busy cooking. Yes, Aini never helped her mother if not asked; not because she did not want to help. But often if you want to help, Aini feels not helping even more troublesome.

Aini who was still with her face-to-face woke up, excuse me to pass and enter the bathroom.

"Mom, excuse me! going to the bathroom," with a long smile Aini kept stepping.

…

The morning shone again, through the corners of the room.

It has become a habit; Aini must carry out her obligations, which is to return to work while studying.

"Today is like an ordinary thing, nothing special."

Aini was getting tired of life that every day was just that, nothing special.

What can eliminate the boredom Aini yes approximately?

It is not Aini if he cannot innovate, however he will definitely try one by one.

YouTube music has filled the room, but the heart is still empty.

"Eeeeeemm, what is it?"

The more soluble in the atmosphere, the verse began to gradually penetrate in the niche of the heart that had been empty without any taste.

Aini who is alone, just friends with a mobile phone that is kicking. Finally he was a monologue in the excitement of the song.

"Why live if you can't enjoy life?"

"Yes, why work if I can't enjoy work."

The mind returned runyam, wanting to cry but many people were milling around in front. The name is also the market, it is clear there will be people milling in front of the store. Yes even though people won't pay much attention to their glass eyes.

Aini had screamed inwardly, she was powerless to maintain her sense of boredom this time around. A heart that wants to be happy, a mind that wants to be calm, and a body that wants to fall.

His heart is not knowing the direction, the mind that travels to cut the atmosphere, the body that must remain strong work.

"Sir, is there a grey crab?" He was a little surprised by the arrival of the monsters that suddenly existed, actually it is not true that suddenly there was; only he was not so focused today.

"Eeeeeemm, go, Mom!"

Aini plays her eyes and hands to be the detective this time, hehehehe, the detective searches for the fabric the buyer expects. The search came to a halt as the eyes and hands compacted towards one direction; the crab cloth was gray in color.

"It's there, Ma'am. Fits no? try to see it first!"

"I'll see, Ma'am!"

"Ready, Ma'am!"

"It fits, Ma'am. This is!"

"How many meters, ma'am?"

Aini asked a question that should have been asked, he said,

"How many meters, ma'am? Make me the same husband."

The buyer even asked back because it was not too ordinary to buy cloth and on the basis of wanting;

"Make the dress or the dress? and make her husband just a shirt, right?"

It's like it's a question here, hehehehe.

"If I'm a robe, ma'am. If the husband is that shirt."

Aini will not know what size is suitable for her husband, because her husband did not buy cloth.

"Oh, if you make a robe about 2 and a half meters is enough, if you can know how many people mbak her husband?"

Not the intention of kepo about her husband buyer, but yes how to know what size is suitable if the person alone does not exist. So Aini asked that it was just communication between customers and buyers.

But finally her mother described her husband's posture.

"Oh, maybe 1 and a half meters if the long arm is probably enough, Ma'am."

Aini only thought that with an estimate that was no less and no more, she thought that it was already quite enough.

"That means 4 meters huh, Ma'am?" The buyer assures what he hears.

"Yes, Ma'am. insyaallah it's enough, it can even be more minute."

Aini's forecast is not just an estimate, but with his full mind.

"Yes, Ma'am. 4 meters if so, so how many in total?"

The results of the discussion have been approved,

"Just a minute, Ma'am. I cut it first, 4 meters; fix right?"

Aini again assures the buyer's decision, as a form of agreement.

"Yes, Mother. Fiction!"

The buyer has been unanimous in his decision, he is already confident in the discussion carried out earlier.

Then Aini's hand runs the scissors at the limit of the meter that has been measured by her. His brain also runs to spell the total groceries of the buyer,

"Four times twenty-five, eeeeeemm,,, 200 rb."

After cutting the ordered fabric, Aini immediately wrapped it in a plastic bag that was already available in the store.

"Finish!"

"This, Ma'am! permeter 25 thousand, so the total is 200 thousand huh!" Aini conveyed the results of her brain's labor.

"Yes, Mother. Here's money!" The buyer gives two pieces of red money.

"Express, Ma'am. Thank you, yes!"

"Yes, Mother.. Thank you back!"

The buying and selling period has passed, now Aini returns to the throne of the most comfortable when working.

Instead of fresh, his brain was wandering everywhere again. Regardless of what he was aiming for, he refocused on the cloth that was walking in front of him. Yes, the fabric that is in the process of becoming a garment.

But it's okay, the more time passes he is always trying to enjoy the atmosphere and there he has started to feel subsided in the complexity of his brain.

Unknowingly, the day had already started to day. Aini should immediately prepare and go home.

At some wheel turns, he stopped waiting for his turn to cross.

"Ah, very hot. astaghfirullah, later given the rain moan; given the heat is still moaning."

Indeed, the weather this time was not as hot as usual; it was amazingly hot, especially plus the smoke of vehicles passing in front, back, right and left.

The heart does like to complain, but the body already feels tired; and can only surrender to the circumstances.

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