Hold on or let go!

The Eps 85

Today I took a walk after two days yesterday I rested at home. I turned my phone off.

After I felt quite calm, I activated it again this morning.

Lots of simple notifications on my phone. From the green app, a lot of chat is piling up.

I let my breath after I read them one by one and so with the reply.

When I put my phone down, that flat thing rang. Alby called me when I found out my phone was on.

[Assynolt!]

[Walaikumsalam, neng? Aa Dagoan. Aa arek!]

(Wait Aa. Aa want to go there?]

I widened my eyes. What say? Wanna come over here?

[Why did you come here?]

[Pokonna mah, Aa kaditu neng! Tos nyak, assalamualaikum!]

(Just mah, Aa there neng. Yes it is)

[Guardiansalam]

I leaned my back against the shoulder of the sofa. Rather than busy thinking about Alby, I'd better get out of the house for a walk. Yes, the road from home to the stall is enough to just wash your eyes.

"Mba Bia ...!", shouts occasionally. I looked up at the voice that was calling me. It turns out to be a teenage girl.

"Yes?", I asked.

"When is muleh?", asked the girl.

(When do you come home?)

I scrunched my eyebrows. Really, I don't know him. Especially if he wears a mask. From now on I greet the neighbors, just a pleasant-nonsense but no one wears a mask. So I can still recognize him.

"I'm Rina mbak."

The girl opened her mask.

"Sorry, don't look at Rin's face!", I said with a smile and extended my hand to shake her hand.

"No opo-opo mbak. Must be peyan pangling anyway, I'm saiki iso luemu!?"

(What's wrong mba. You must be pangling, I'm fat now)

"Hehehe Iyo Rin."

"Lha Yo, saiki I'm a wes girl. Wes got a monthly cycle!", said Rina proudly.

Ah, yes I forgot. When I got married she was in first grade Junior High.

"Heheh koe Nang ndi toh Rin's school?"

(Where are you at school?)

"SMA dua mbak!"

"Yo Adoh's kok? Is it Siji Ae High School?"

(Cong distant? Not a High School one)

"Pen metu Seko kennel. Masiyo here-here ae. Less association mbak!"

(Enterprise out mba cage. Time here Mulu)

"The cost of Tah koe?"

"Mba ga. At pace. PP is only two hours, it can still be hehehe."

"School sing tenanan Rin."

(seriously)

"Let's go mba, uh...btw mbak Bia muleh when? Your ambi?''

"Councian. Sit down Rin, bojoku!"

(Yesterday the day after. Not Rin's girlfriend, my husband)

"Hahaha Yo I mean."

"So. Bojoku is working."

"Eum. Yes wes, where are you going anyway? To warung? Rina anterine!"

(So Tah? Where are you going?)

"Ke warung anyway. But I want to take a walk first."

"To where? yuk Rina anterin's. Rina is also a bete, so want to come out. Sayange doesn't have a theme."

"Sac!"

(Kasian!)

"Where are you going?"

"Heheh I just want to go there!", I pointed the way to natural times.

"Oh.yowes. Rina Melu!"

I finally said together. I happen to bring a snack.

"Sit here mbak!" said Rina. We also sat next to each other.

"Mba, the construction of the staycation stopped until the same state om Sarman did not agree to the land liberation huh mbak?", Rina pointed with her index finger towards the development project.

"Human? Lek Sarman never said Rin. But, if you personally also do not want to. It's as expensive as anything."

"Why? It's worth knowing about it."

I chuckled thinly.

"Did you see there?", I pointed with my finger.

"Liat opo?"

"That's, that's again in the rice field."

Rina nodded.

"They don't want to cut off their livelihoods. Not wanting to precede and limit the sustenance of the power. But as far as we know, they are the usual maro system of Rin's rice fields. They don't have land, but they just do it. They are old, what do you want to do? Their skills are only in agriculture."

Rina was still looking at me.

"Again, if the staycation is finished there is a guarantee for those who are accustomed to working in the fields? Indeed, there are some who may be recruited as workers there. But back again, what will they do at their age that is already sepuh. Farming may not make them rich, but at least their passion is in that field."

Lina still looked at me without blinking.

"By the way Rin. Bae Diem!"

"Hehehe..I am rich again with agricultural extension!", said Rina.

I shook my head in wonder.

I straightened my feet to the edge of the rocky times. Maybe I got the wrong costume, I shouldn't wear a bone-white tunic like this. After all, I was dirty on the sidelines.

Unbeknownst to the two women of different ages, there was a man who secretly noticed the two.

The handsome man who was none other than William also uploaded a photo of Bia who was extending her legs on the river bank.

William lays a caption that attracts his followers.

(Picture of Bia)

Beautiful in white

Not long ago in upload, the photo has taken the attention of William's followers. No exception Anika who is in Jakarta. He was a follower of William.

Anika squinted her eyes.

This is, mba Bia right???How can William take a picture of Bia mba anyway? Bia where is it? Murmured Anika.

Unlike Anika, Rina was just excited herself. He looked down at his cell. Looking for someone who secretly took a photo of Bia.

"Why Rin?", I asked. I was astonished to see the wobbly Rina.

"Mba, I don't think it's just the two of us here!" said Rina slowly.

"Yes, there is another creature of God Rin!", I said casually. Lina wants to scare me?

"Don't mba!", said Rina irritatedly.

Lina showed me the picture. My eyes were round seeing my picture on the Instagram posts of people I didn't know.

"Astaghfiullah! Whose behavior is this?", I asked Rina.

"This is mbak, selebgram of William Adiraja. Do you know her?", asked Rina.

"Who? William?", I asked. Rina nodded.

William his brother Esa's?

"Ngapain is the boy of my photo app!", I said annoyed.

"Sampeyan know mbak???" asked Rina girang.

"Rin Ngga. Know aja. Meet yesterday on the train when I came back here, uh meet again at the stall!"

"Oh..So she met you? Pantes she reviews food where it is, richly known. Not at the mba Bia shop."

"Heum!", I said briefly.

"Known dong mbak!", said Rina nudging my shoulder.

"Introduction by yourself. Once he went to your Lurah sir's house!", I said.

''Kok mr lurah?"

"Yes from what I heard he's still a relative of Mr. Lurah."

Rina nodded in understanding.

"Eh mba, someone commented. Nanyain, it's sister Wil's candidate isn't it! he said yes to Wil, ma'am!"

"Astaghfirullah!", I said softly.

"Wes mbak's. Not been thought of. They don't know mba. Aren't you?"

''Yes, it is Rin. Go to the yuk shop!"

Rina agreed.

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Alby's entourage had arrived near the inn not far from the stall.

"We're eating at an inn restaurant here?", asked Hartama.

"Yes sir. But if you want to try to eat at the stall that hits you too!", said Marsha.

"Warongs? Warteg means?"

Marsha shook her head.

"The name is a warung tuan, but the appearance of the same cuisine is the restaurant mister."

"Where do you know?", asked Hartama.

"Here, there's a selebgram reviewing the food!" said Marsha excitedly.

Alby took off his suit, he replaced his black suit with a long t-shirt.

"Where are you going?", asked Hartama.

"You'll come out for a minute."

Regardless of his in-laws, Alby came out of the inn.

"The land acquisition order still has not found Sha?", asked Hartama to his secretary.

"The management and heirs still reject the matter of your land acquisition!", replied Marsha.

Yes, land acquisition is so difficult because it is always rejected by the heir.

"You've called the local government if we'll meet tomorrow?", asked Hartama again.

"Already sir, ten o'clock we meet with Mr. Lurah Anton."

Hartama nodded in understanding.

"Oh yeah, what shop did you say Sha was at?"

Marsha who is not used to seeing her boss said slowly and gently this way was surprised why her boss suddenly changed. Don't be lashed with the angel Izrail! Marsha shook my own head.

"Warung Friend sir."

Hartama. His memory goes back to his best friend, Salman.

"*Tomorrow if I make a resto I want to give you the name of a best friend's shop!" said Salman.

"Cock his name is weird? Less selling Man!", Kata Hartama.

"Heheheheh is called a stall, let the people of Tam. In the name of Friend, let us know about the friendship of the city*. SaHabat. *Salman Abdullah, Hartama Adi Bahtiar."

Hartama smiled hearing the meaning of the name*.

Is that your shop, Man??? Why did I lose your contact???? Where are you now, Man??? Hartama leaned his back.

"Sir, would you like to eat at this restaurant? Let me order it?", bargained Marsha.

"Religious. Let me go to the shop you mean Sha."

He also stood up from his stool. Again Marsha was surprised by the behavior of her boss who was outside her habits.

"Okay sir!", said Marsha.

Ever since Hartama dreamed about his angry best friend, he wasn't calm. Like something was stirring his mind.

*****

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