I'll wait for your promise

Meeting at Station 1

Not soon will Ramadan come. Mega invited me and Disa to make a small business. We agreed to make a cake and some other iftar menu that will be sold in front of the Campus. We get capital with dues. Mega is very good at making cakes, she inherited the nature of her mother who likes to cook. He was also very painstaking in everything. With patience Cana was able to print and decorate the cake as attractive as possible. I don't want to lose to them. Although I have no talent for cooking, but I have another skill that is marketing. I have many relationships that can be used as loyal customers. When Mega and Disa were busy making cakes, I was busy making menu brochures and food prices. We also work with Mother to open catering for boarding children. During the month of Ramdhan Mother only open stalls during sahur and before breaking the fast. Mega House became a production place during sales. In addition to complete cooking utensils, his house is also close to the Campus.

When there was no college, I took the time to divide the brochure to college friends and the community. Some of them began to bargain prices and order for the preparation of Eid. Fasting day one Disa has been in front of the Campus since 15:00. Two long tables spread out, on top of which there are already several menus open. My twin painstakingly arranged the food according to the type. I came many times to bring food from Mega's house. While Mega itself is still busy wrapping compote and frying. Just the first day of selling, our bodies felt sore. No buyers have come yet. While waiting for the buyer, Disa and I massaged each other. One by one, students who had just finished college came to look around. There are those who buy and there are also those who just ask the price. Mega came with the last meal. With a loud breath he put food on the table. Sweat runs down the face. I don't know how strong he was pedaling his old jengki bike. I smiled proudly at our struggle today.

The first day ended satisfactorily, the food sold was almost all gone. Finished tidying up the stall, we reached the income at Mega's house while breaking the fast. The big enough profit made our fatigue a little treatable. Today's work is done. But one third of the night we have to work again to prepare a catering menu for boarding children. This time, it was me and Disa who worked on it. It does not seem too heavy, because it only prepares and delivers food to the buyer's boarding house. Mother and her two employees are ready to stay up late to cook the sahur menu.

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After praying tarawih, I went straight home to Sambah. The woman, who is almost 78 years old, waited on the terrace until her granddaughter came. Previously I had permission for Simbah to come late every day. Besides tarawih, I also have to sell. So that the time to be with Simbah is getting reduced. I took the time to accompany him to watch television, until he fell asleep in a chair. Although I was very tired, I did not want to ignore it. He's been alone all day, I don't want this older woman to still feel lonely even though there are friends next to him. Sumpah asked about my trading activities today. I also told him about various things that have happened. While I was talking, I heard a snoring. Glancing, this elderly woman turned out to be asleep. Teapot jidat. Busy!!! I was just a storyteller before I went to sleep. I woke him up and led him to the room. Today's work is over. Time to dream beautiful. Install three alarms in close proximity to HP. At two o'clock, my dear grandmother usually wakes up to pray tahajut. But I'm afraid he'll forget to wake me up or I'm hard to wake up. Tiredness makes me fall asleep quickly.

The phone rings many times. The time to lift it stopped. I saw seven missed calls from Disa. Awake, confused. I got on the phone again, I answered him.

“What the hell is it, Dis? At midnight on the phone?” I asked as I lay back down and pulled the blanket.

“What? At midnight? Look at the clock. You forgot your promise?” I lazily saw the green wall clock, it turned out to be 03:10. Huh!!! I'm late wake up!!! Reflek turned off the phone and rushed to wash his face, then prepared to leave.

“Kok wis tangi? (Cock is up?)” I came out of the room when I opened the door.

“Nggih Mbah.(Yes Mbah.) would like to sell.”

“Gek bengi warange kok wis open. (It's still night when the stall is open.)”

“This is the fasting month of Mbah. So the sale time sahur.” I tried to patiently answer Samba's question, even though I actually had to leave immediately.

“Owh yo deng's. I'm lali nek iki sasi poso. (Owh yes. I forgot it's fasting month.)”

“Iya, I went to the shop first yes Mbah. Hunting imsak.” I immediately warmed up the motor.

As usual, Sewah escorted to the terrace and waited until I left. Disa was already in front of the house with Dad when I came.

“Too long!!! I was afraid to wait outside. The promise is to leave at two. Molor an hour more! Trade intent no hell!” Quickly the angry girl sat behind me.

“That's why you're afraid. I'm also afraid to go out at night like this.” We were quick to leave, leaving Dad alone.

Just parked the motorbike, Mother had stopped us at the door while angry because she arrived late. We ignored Mom's talk and went straight inside. I have prepared the order to be delivered. We hurried off with all the packages. On the way back, I suddenly remembered something. I turn around, go back to the stall.

“There's a Dif. How back?” Tanya Disa was astonished.

“You know that's an order for anyone? Don't let us get it wrong between.” Little scream.

“Owh yes forgot. Yes already sprawl back.”

I was speeding at almost 100km/h. Suddenly, Lisa asked to stop. I brake slowly.

“Why Dis?” slightly looked.

“This is in plastic already written. We just deliver. Quick reverse-roll!!!” Disa patted my back.

Without thinking, I turned around again. As per Disa's instructions, we drove to the destination. Fortunately, Disa was meticulous, so there was no need to return to the stall and make customers disappointed because it came too late. I called someone when I got in front of the boarding house. Not long after that the guy came out taking the order.

“Big long time, Ma'am! I hunted imsak. I have been waiting for you since.” Ask the customer dressed in negligee while paying.

“Sorry yes, Ma'am? We have a lot of orders to deliver. There was also an old customer. So we're late to have Mbak.” I answered, making a false excuse. And elsewhere, we give the same reason. However, there are some buyers who do not accept these reasons. Trying to give up their abuse, because it was our fault. Hearts begin to be relieved when all orders have been delivered. On the way home, I realized that the streets were quiet and scary. He hugged me very tightly since. I dare to look around. Occasionally goosebumps when the wind blows.

“Dis, look ahead there seems to be something. What yes?”

“Let's wait for you in front. I'm scared of this?”

“No!!! Just you. You used to go out at night and have seen dead bodies too, right?”

“That's not until Dec ten. It's been more than midnight. Is the atmosphere different?”

“Ya is already. Just call. Let's get there fast. We are not yet sahur?”

“Oh yes. Sahur??” I saw the watch. ”Still hoozing!” Back speeding.

Arriving at the shop we immediately entered. I've prepared two plates of rice and baked eggs on the table. We sat down and ate. Not finished the second mouthful, I heard the sound of imsak.

“Yah!!! Mum??? Already imsak?” We turned to the woman who was giving change to the buyer.

My mother and two employees laughed.

“It's okay. Just spend a spit. Mumpung not yet dawn.” I serve the buyers who want to pay.

“Imsak is like a yellow light which means be careful at dawn. Quickly finish your rice. Let's not mubazir.” He continued to eat rice.

We stopped eating when the dawn prayer sounded. There was rice on the plate. Disappointed, bring dishes and glasses to the kitchen. Mom smiled watching us compactly showing a gloomy face.

“Each of it if it is built, do not be difficult!!! That's the consequence. Not full is it sahurnya?” Mom's gone, get ready for wudhu.

“Difa is hard to build, Mom! I have been called many times and I did not wake up either. Promises come at two o'clock, three o'clock just haven't woken up!” His face pointed at me cynically.

“Yes you're good to go home straight to bed!!! While I have to accompany Simbah first until night. Must hear the story first until sleep.” I screamed a little upset.

“Lagian use the same chat event first!!! Going to sleep can. Ntar also Simbah sleep.” Isa was screaming.

“Unfortunately you! grandchildren are not understanding!!! Don't want to understand his lonely Worship.”

“Oh yes... the favorite grandson of Sewah.” His eyes look cynical looking at me. We talked to each other in the kitchen. From his words, I felt that Disa did not like Simbah loving me more.

“Already. Don't quarrel. Subuhan sana.” Mom came to break us up.

Disa left me who was still standing annoyed beside the gas stove. My mother went to dawn prayers. Not long ago I was in the bathroom, I went on a motorcycle.

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