Jum Wo Ai Ni

Scratches Love.

"August ... Mba Jum, healthy, delicious .. kenyul ..minul, minul!" shouted a 20-year-old girl.

In the heat of the city of Surabaya, he pedals onthel bikes to peddle his wares. Juminten, this sweet girl is always diligent work, hours after seven she was already in school to peddle her wares.

At noon, Juminten will go home while peddling his homemade lilok. Yes, you know there are still people who want to snack in the middle of the day like this.

Sweat pouring from Juminten's forehead, Surabaya today is hotter than usual. The girl raised a little red hat that she was wearing to wipe her sweat.

"Huft .. hot e, rec," murmured Juminten.

He decided to get off the bike, going down slowly. Juminten passed through narrow alleys to get to his house.

"Ciloooks.... Cilok Jum, menul, kenyul!" shouting again.

"Bak Jum, Cilok!" call a teenager.

"Wok." Juminten, led his bike closer to the teenager

Standardized her onthelnya bike. The woman with long black hair in the ponytail opened up, the steaming pan. Hot steam billows, spreading the savory smell of round food made from that starch.

"Pinten's tumbas?" ask Juminten.

[ "Buy how much?" ask Juminten. ]

"Ten ewu, Ma'am." The teenager gave him the plate he had brought.

[[Ten thousand, Ma'am." The teenager gave him the plate he had brought.]

Juminten nodded with a smile, he received the plate. Then deftly he stabbed the lizard and then moved it to the plate. Juminten Mouth komat-kamit count the number of pegs in accordance with what the buyer wants.

"I don't say it, last thing. Sambel e split opo campur?"

[ "I give you a bonus, last thing. The sambles are split or mixed?" ]

"Mix ae, Ma'am."

[ "Just mix it up, Ma'am." ]

"OK." Juminten also flushes the small circle with spicy peanut seasoning and gives soy sauce as a final touch.

"Thank you, Ma'am Jum," said the teenager while offering a denomination of ten thousand rupiah.

"Please, Beautiful." Juminten smiled sweetly and accepted the money, the young girl smiled shyly at Juminten's remark.

The woman then tidied up her trading pot. He smiled gratefully, today the cilok that he brought was gone unceremoniously. With a small hum, Juminten returned to pedaling his bicycle.

Not long ago Juminten pedaled a bicycle, he had to get back down from the two-wheeled vehicle. A luxury car was parked on the side of the alley, and it almost covered the entire body of the road.

"CTc ...Car e sopo se rek, parking kok in kene. ga narrow spirit iki tah," muttered Juminten annoyed.

[ "Csc ... Whose car is parking here. Don't know that it's narrow here" muttered Juminten annoyed. ]

Juminten parked his bike, stretching out both hands to measure the rest of the road. Juminten pointed at the outstretched hand with the cart he was carrying.

Juminten sighed, the remaining body of the path was extremely limited. He was actually worried if his wagon scratched the body of the car. Juminten raised his head, the sun was already right on top of the crown. He should be home soon.

Juminten peeked at the car window, the car was empty. The woman searched for the owner of the car, but there was none. The streets looked deserted, the houses around were also closed. Maybe they're taking a break.

Juminten had to feed his bedridden mother, due to a stroke. He was forced to demand his bicycle, passing the remaining road. There was no other choice, Juminten had to go home now, he was afraid of anything happening with his mother.

Holding his breath, Juminten guided his bicycle. As if passing the boundary of life and death, he very carefully passed the luxurious car.

But fate is not on his side.

Srr....

"Oh my God, piye iki?"

[ "Oh my God, how is this?" ]

Juminten crouched down, scared and confused. The owner of the car would be very angry to see it. He had to take responsibility, but he Juminten also had to go home soon.

The sweet girl clucked in annoyance, confused as to how. He accidentally saw the paper from the fry wrapper, which was scattered on the ground. Juminten picked up the paper, lucky that he carried a ballpoint pen in a bicycle basket.

Nuwun sewu Sir, Ma'am. I know that I knowingly hugged your car, I will be responsible for my mistakes. Nanging me kesusu saiki, I ora duwe wektu ngenteni Mas, sir utawa Bu. Sampeyan can call kula ing number iki.

081 xxxx xxxxxx

Sugeng rawuh, Jum.

[I'm sorry, Mom or Dad. I accidentally scratched your car, I'll take responsibility for my mistakes. But I am in a hurry now, I did not have time to wait for Mas, Father, or Mother. You can call me at this number.

081 xxxx xxxx

Sweet greetings, Jum. ]

Juminten slipped the paper in the car's glass wipers. He rushed home, his mother waiting for him.

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A man walking behind the employer, the two of them had just visited one of the factory employees who had a work accident at the factory.

Because the employee's house was on a narrow road that could only be passed by motorbikes or pedestrians, they were forced to park the car on the road.

The assistant opened the car door, then allowed his employer to sit down. After that, he walked forward.

Raka frowned when she saw the dirty paper tucked in the glass wipers, curious she took it and read the writing on the paper.

Raka is surprised, it turns out that it was a message from someone who had made damage to his employer's car.

"What did you read?" asked Dylan stiffly, the man has only been set foot in Indonesia for a month.

"Lord's Letter" replied Raka. He handed the dirty paper to Dylan.

Dylan's narrowed eyes widened slightly as he read the letter, he then returned the paper to his assistant.

"Are you out of your mind? I don't understand that weird language!"

Raka smiled clumsily, while scratching her non-itchy nape. He forgot his master did not understand the language of Java.

"That, someone had damaged this car, and he died a message and a phone number to call him" Raka replied.

"You look for him, really take responsibility!" dylan with an angry face.

The car Dylan was currently using was his personal car. The car he likes best.

"Okay sir, "Raka replied briefly.

The man also started the car engine, then began to drive the four-wheeled vehicle died of densely populated settlements.