Hold on or let go!

Eps 145s

Sometimes we just need to look at the experiences of others to know what it is like to be in that position. Whether in the position that is now in nature should be in gratitude or in lamentation.

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At half-time I woke up. I took a long nap, right??? I rushed to the bathroom, the weather was not too hot but also not cold. I better take a shower.

Fifteen minutes passed, I saw there was only a puddle in the yard. It's not raining, but it still leaves the smell of rain. Rainy scent? What rich is it? Yes.the wet ground is 😄

I think, at this hour there is still a workshop open. The place is not far from my shop. Lek Dar has been contacting me since noon to ask where I am. He thought maybe why I didn't go there from morning.

After picking up my phone and wallet, I turned on my motorbike to heat it up first. How long ago even ni paryo has not been changed oil. In the past, it was Alby who always reminded me to replace it.

Huhhhhh...Alby again...Alby again! I hit my own head. Couldn't my brain be cooperated to just forget him a little!!!

Not long after, I also slid towards the workshop. True my guess, it turns out that the workshop is still open and quite crowded.

"Assalamualaikum, mas can change the same oil service no? How many more services?", asked a mechanic who was holding a motorbike.

"Walaikumsalam!", the mechanic stared at me unblinkingly.

"Mas?", I waved my hand.

"Eh, can..mba. Sorry!"

I also chose to sit on the waiting bench a bit away from the men who also seemed to wait for his vehicle in the service.Entah why I feel uncomfortable when those people look at me like that. I chose to wear my mask again. Then play my phone. There is a call from Salamah tea. Tumben huh?

[Hallo assalamualaikum, tea]

[Malaysalam Neng Bia. Ayena tea in Java Lin?]

(Now in Java?]

[Muhun tea]

(Yes tea)

[Gening teu pamit ka teteh?]

(No saying goodbye?)

[Sorry tea!]

I heard the breath of Salamah tea.

[Nyaho ti saha]

(Knew who?)

The people around sounded rustling as they glanced at me.

[Cecep kamari story, the Alby tea call cenah. Nanyakeun manehna mawa motor teu Ka Java tea?]

(Speaking the story, Alby said call. You bring a motorbike to Java)

[Oh.gitu tea. Yes ..kumaha or tea. Eum.

[Maneh wants to split?]

Screaming Salamah tea across there.

[Wish the best tea]

[But.don't forget the same about neng walopun neng already not a citizen here anymore].

[Goddessa tea. Tetep became the tetuhnya Bia]

[He was nggeus. Maneh sing patient yes neng. May God give happiness to you]

[Yes tea, haturnuhu]

[Sami-sami young. Assalamualaikum]

[Walaikumsalam tea]

My phone call with Salamah tea was over. Now my bike is getting handled.

"The old man didn't change the oil?" asked the mechanic.

"Yes mas. Lali!", I said. The mechanic smiled.

"The new mom is here? I just saw!", the mechanic asked me to talk.

"Huh? Eum.yep"

"Pantes, Sundanese?", he asked again.

"No, real people here. Just a long time in my husband's village."

"Ooh...!", not only the mechanic who is 'oh'ria, but the gentlemen who sit not far from me.

I'm back playing my phone. I continued reading my online novel to wait for my bike to finish.

Sometimes I lift my face. My eyes were fixed on the couple who had just come out of the mansion beside the workshop, maybe they were the owners of this workshop.

"Mas, I'm going first. Take care of Nuri ya mas, afraid that you are busy in the workshop do not know if Nuri want to be born!", said the veiled woman and wearing black clothes.

"Dear, please tell me if you've arrived."

The veiled woman kissed the back of her husband's hand and said her greetings. He nodded his head slightly as it passed by me. I do the same as my respect.

The husband looks like he's going in but it's not because there's a big pregnant woman coming in.

"Mas,mba Laila forgot to bring the supplies I made, huh?"

"His luck forgot him. Maybe hurry, let's eat." The husband smiled. It seemed that the man was much more mature than the pregnant woman.

"Yes already come in!", invite the husband while embracing the pregnant woman's shoulder.

Suddenly my brain thought no. Is that man two wives? My inner.

"Mba..!", call the mechanic who handles my bike.

"Eh, is it mas? Why?", ask me a little surprised because I was too focused on the couple in front.

"What brand of oil do you want?", asked the mechanic.

"Good money, though. I don't understand."

The mechanic took the oil in the storefront and brought it to my front.

"What is this mba?"

"Yes, um."

"Mba must be curious again?", asked the mechanic familiar.

"Huum??? Wonder why?"

"Gee, look at that one!"

There is a truth to the mechanic's guess, but...what does it have to do with me?

"Well, that's their business."

The mechanic laughed softly. His other colleagues were a bit distant handling the customer's motor. It was just me and the mechanic there.

"Kok you know my name?"

"So not deliberately denger pas mba Bia same phone teteh."

I shook my head slowly. The mechanic nodded.

"Ngga good nguping mas!"

"Can't be intentionally horrified by heheheh."

I let out a long breath hearing this young man's chatter.

"Tadi tuh, who used his first wife's veil mas Karim. Who's pregnant with his second wife."

The mechanic started the story.

"Why did you tell me?"

"Well, she's young, beautiful again. If you can learn from them. They're all good people."

"What relation? I don't know them either!", I wondered.

"The story is rich in soap operas mba, mba Laila was not able to get pregnant even though she was fifteen years married with Karim. Well, Mba Laila who asked her husband to marry again mba Nuri."

"Oooh.", I'm just saying it like that. The mechanic knitted his eyebrows.

"Just ooh?", he asked.

"Keep I have to say what? That's their business, right? I don't know them either."

"Yes, maybe Bia mba wants to learn rich that tuh ..arti keikhlasan hehehh."

"Don't you? Why that?"

"Yet ya mba was mupuping again mba chat with her neighbor."

"Mas, you're a guy who's really limp huh? That's why I'm nipping again."

"Yes that's not mba, look mba Bia face again no HEPI."

"So you know, you know nothing!"

"Emang if I want to know mba Bia more closely can?", he asked.

I glared sharply at her. He even chuckles.

"Well, how long has the marriage been?"

''Why ''Why?"

"You ask me! Yes times, you want to rethink the same decision mba!"

"What do you mean?", I asked confused.

"From what I caught, the rich man wants to split up with his husband?"

"Sok knows! I don't feel rich when I call. Don't make it up!"

"It's about Lek Febri, no trouble anyway?", asked the mechanic again.

"Lek Febri?", I repeat.

"Heheheh I am Lek Febri's nephew. Anake susmiana, lek Febri's mother. I'm Ali mba Bia!", obviously again.

My eyes are round, yes, I just remembered the boy named Ali. When I saw that boy was a little girl and fat, it changed now. I didn't even recognize him.

"Astaghfirullah, Ali! Are you this big?", I asked.

The mechanic aka Ali was chuckling.

"Why am I not fat?"

"Why did you pretend you didn't know me?"

''Ngetes!", answered lightly. I shook my head in wonder.

"Eh, wait! What do you know about me?"

"Heheh nguping mother's chat, same Bu lurah hehehe."

I was wide behind my mask. This oath is child.....???!!!

"Why do you keep telling me to learn the same marriage of Karim and his family?"

"Let Bia know about marriage."

I wanted to shake the boy's head. Unfortunately only in my mind.

"Sokay know you!"

"Know mba, I often see that Laila mba is sad. Walopun's face is covered in niqob, but from her eyes she looks sad."

Yes, I also felt the gaze of the veiled woman earlier.

"You're little Ali, you know what marriage is about?"

"Know me heheh."

"You haven't graduated yet, have you? It's a prakerin, right?"

"Yes mba."

"Yes just focus on your prakerin, do not take care of other people's households. You're a little girl."

"Mba, as a woman would not be willing to share. Mba Laila hated it for sure. But because of her love for Karim, she is willing to share her husband as long as they get offspring. And.from there, I can see how Laila learned sincerely mba. Maybe.mba Bia can not be so.but.maybe mba Bia sincerely accept everything. And..yeah.we are ready to wait for Mba Bia to be part of our family hehehheh."

Buseeeetttt..pound you Feb!!!!

"Isn't nyervis the same thing changing the oil ? Howallisit? mumet long ago dreading you talking!"

"Hehehe a hundred thousand mba!"

I gave him a red and blue piece of money.

"This?", Ali raised the blue-colored money.

"Make your snack.''

"Really? Thank God, siip lah..otw so my lek this hehehe."

"Astaghfiullah!"

I said goodbye and immediately got out of the workshop after saying thank you.

Right said Ali, classmate Laila alim still learning sincerely, what else am I???? my faith is still level down yet squat let alone stand. Huftttt..Today I learned from the experiences of others!

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