Give me back my happiness

Types of Hell Dwellers

The Hania routine always revolves in the same labyrinth. No exception to today. Eight o'clock in the morning had already pushed his wagon towards the usual spot with Ms Mirna helping out.

Some days his mother constantly coughs, making Hania not bear if her mother has to join the sale. But Miss Mirna herself who forced to come with the excuse at home there is no activity.

"Sir, your job application letter has no one accepted yet?"

Getting a question from her mother, Hania did not stop pushing the cart. He kept pushing as he could.

"When Hania comes, I'll cancel, ma'am. Now I can't leave Mom."

"When do you keep this up, Nduk? I'm afraid you don't have a future."

"Astagfirullah hal'adzim, ma'am. Do you not believe in God? Everything has its destiny. Including the life of Hania and Hania's future soul mate."

Miss Mirna took a long breath. Not because tired, but rather a lot of thoughts in the head. "Rezeki is to be sought, Nduk. So too with the future."

"Don't talk about it, Mom. Hania is young, there is still plenty of time to talk about the future."

In the other direction.

"Darling, so early in the morning have you found me?"

"***** I don't know the time, Ge. Middle of the mallem also I gedor lo home if I am on," replied Gaka while focusing on looking at the highway. Yeah, they're both in the car.

"Hem cringed in horror." Gea pretended to shudder.

"It's a good thing you've been here a long time, so we can see you often."

"Not often anymore, Gaka. We can meet twice a day."

"'There's no papa, so be free."

"Your father's home?"

"Yes. There's an impromptu visit abroad."

"Lo was not asked to replace the work of lo bokap?"

"When I didn't say. But yes bodo'. It can be monitored from here too."

"Eh, Ga! Just stop! Stop by the man who pushed the wagon again," pinta Gea.

"Well?"

"You help me out first, break. Poor thing, really, he's pushing the cart alone."

"Care very much, Ge."

"If anyone else I don't care. But it's my best friend. Sadly, a few days ago his father died. Their lives must have been harder."

Gaka pulled the car over on the side of the road. Gea came down and ran over to Hania. Even helped Hania push her cart.

"Oh my God, Ge, you're surprising me."

"Sorry, Han. I saw you push the cart alone, so I came down for a minute to help you."

Hania looked back, but the person behind the wheel was looking down on something, so it was not visible.

"Thank you, yeah, Ge."

"Where's mom, Han?"

"Go to the store to buy some flour."

"Push a stretch already dry, yes, Han, tired too. And you're a gini every day." On the forehead and neckline Gea was filled with sweat. Hania is actually the same, just not visible because it is covered in a hijab.

"You sit down, Ge. I'll get you a drink."

Gea took the plastic chair to sit on. His eyes were looking for Gaka. It just came down.

"You alone, Ge?" Hania placed the glass in front of Hania.

"Oh, same with my boyfriend."

Hania saw the one Gea pointed at. He was very surprised by the man who had just arrived on his lap. Not only him, Gaka also held a shock.

"Sorry, yes, dear," Gea told Gaka.

The man immediately turned to look at Gea, and sat down beside the lover.

Hania was surprised but covered up by being ordinary. He was upset with the 'immoral' young man, who accidentally made his father leave. But he tried not to dissolve in his frustration.

"And, honey, that's my best friend's name is Hania." Gea turned to Gaka.

Hania clenched both hands, while the young man only nodded faintly.

"You wait a minute, Ge. I'm ready to sell the goods."

"Yes, Han. Coincidentally, breakfast was just a little, 'well dapet gratisan mendoan most delicious in the area here," seloroh Gea. Hania smiled and started to get busy with her work.

Gaka was silent in a thousand languages, with the view continuing to see the activities of the wide-hooded woman in front of him. I don't know why his mind was suddenly filled with guilt.

"Bak, buy mixed fried, one pack." The first customer arrives.

"Yes, Mother. Just a minute." Deftly Hania flipped the various fried foods on the pan. Hania does sell wrappings with a price tag of ten thousand rupiah, but there are also those who buy according to their wishes.

"Here, Ma'am." Hania give buyer's order.

"How, Ma'am?" The buyer asks for a price.

"Ten thousand," replied Hania. And the buyer gave twenty thousand.

"Sorry, Ma'am, there's no change yet. My wallet was brought by my mother who still bought trade supplies."

"Well .. how dong, Ma'am."

"I don't have a dime either, Han," said Gea, seen rummaging through his bag.

"It's okay, Ge."

The gaka? Just being quiet in his place was astonished by the learning of life in front of him. Either, it can disturb his heart or it will be the same for him.

"The fry take it, Ma'am. Pay another time if Mbak stopped by here again," Hania told the buyer earlier.

"But I'm not good, Ma'am."

"Not what, Ma'am. Take it." Take it."

"Yes, next time I pay. Thanks." Thanks."

After the first buyer leaves. Hania continued frying the dough again. He also took a plate full of prayer to serve in front of Gea and Gaka.

"Han, how are you so good? That was your first buyer. You're not losing?" ask Gea.

Hania smiled. "God willing, no. There'll be a change."

Gea looked at her best friend. "You haven't changed, Han. Very good."

"You're what the fuck, anyway. Now, that's please enjoy."

"Over in Jakarta, I always miss the same mendoan made you, Han. It's delicious." Gea picked up one fried and blown. He turned to Gaka who was silent.

"Dear, cobain, deh. You'll get hooked later."

"Lo forgot, I never eat ginian. I could have been poisoned."

"Yes, I forgot you son of a conglomerate." Gea laughs.

"If you don't do it with me, it's okay, but don't say it can be poisoned. I sell fried foods, not ngeracoin people. Do not look down on food just because you do not like it, be careful if God is angry and revoke all the favors given. You can't feel pleasure anymore."

'Huh???'

Gaka. Gea in front of Gaka laughed. "What's he talking about, Ge?"

"If you want a lecture at the mosque, not the same lecture I. Not working." Gaka replied to Hania.

"believe. People like you are immune. I'm dead and I have a hard time hearing good things from others." Hania held back in annoyance.

"The more he talks about it. Come on, Ge, go. Can heat my body here continue."

"The types of inhabitants of hell" Hania murmured softly as she turned around.

Gaka clenched his hands, but Gea rubbed his shoulders. "Let's go."

"Han, sorry for this little incident, yeah."

"Hania nodded. Tomorrow again make sure he doesn't tail you if it's right here."

Gaka who heard Hania's sentence was rough. "Not come here anymore." While his feet kicked the plastic chair.

"Look! What the hell are you?" Gea pulls Gaka's hand out.