Jum Wo Ai Ni

Familiarity

Sunday, the most awaited day for school students, Juminten is no exception. He also likes Sundays, even though he does not go to school. However, he can relax a little today, Juminten does not sell cilok today, he will only sell seblak at home.

The sky is still a little dark, the sun has not fully revealed itself. However, Juminten had already finished all the housework. She had also finished taking care of her mother, Juminten, on Dimas who had just come out of the room.

Juminten hands stretched out to pick up a large woven bag, wearing training pants and a t-shirt. He was ready to go to the market.

"Nggeh Mbak," Dimas replied lazily

[Yes, Ma'am," Dimas replied lazily. ]

Finished farewell to Dimas, Juminten stepped onto the porch of the house, he moved his neck to the right and left to drive away the lazy.cold morning, but he had to leave immediately. Juminten pedaled the bike at high speed, like a person who is in a bicycle race, the location of the market is far enough to make Juminten have to work extra. If you leave early in the morning like this, he can more freely choose vegetables and other ingredients that are still fresh.

Half an hour pedaling, and fighting with the cold morning breeze. Juminten also arrived at the traditional market, he parked the bike beside the tree. Not to forget he hooked a bicycle rim on a tree and padlocked it.

The young woman went straight into the market, down the merchant's stalls. It did not take long for Juminten to shop, he already had a subscription in this market. In addition to trading needs, he also bought side dishes for the next three days.

"Siji ..loro .. telu ...." Juminten counted the rest left in his small wallet.

[ "One ...two..three..." Juminten counted the rest left in his small wallet. ]

He breathed, there was not much left. However, it is at least enough for the Dimas allowance tomorrow, and there is still little left to hold.

Juminten put a large bag that was full of goods, he then sat berserk next to his bag. The woman took a deep breath just unwind for a moment, shopping is indeed quite tiring. Moreover, Juminten still had to pedal his bike one kilometer to get home.

A middle-aged woman walked gracefully, holding a small bag in her hand. He must be the one, Juminten could see from the clothes he was wearing.

The woman walked more slowly, she leaned over by holding her chest. He opened his small bag, a look of panic as he opened the bag. He was seen rummaging in a bag, as if looking for something. However, then he held back his chest and looked increasingly in pain. Juminten immediately got up and ran towards the woman.

"Mother why? Is Mom sick?" cerca Juminten, the woman's face looked pale, her breath was wheezing.

"To-Please ... Take me to the car" replied the woman stammering.

"Yes I'll drive, but which car is Mom's car?'

The woman pointed at the silver-colored car that was located quite far away. Juminten nodded in understanding, he pushed the woman slowly towards his car.

His face grew pale, the woman's chest rose and fell rapidly. Juminten was getting worried, something bad happened. The distance of the car is still far, while their steps are limped.

Juminten let go of his grip on the woman, then squatted down in front of the woman.

"Come on, come on up."

"Ja-Don't, we're Sa-saja's way."

"Let's get there, Mom."

Because there was no movement, Juminten immediately pulled the woman's hand to duck immediately. The middle-aged woman could not resist, Juminten put all his energy into holding the woman's car.

"Mrs!" a man in a driver's uniform.

The man immediately opened the car door for Juminten, slowly sitting the middle-aged woman in the back seat of the car.

"Man ... Man, To-Please medicine me." The woman pointed at the car dashboard.

The man nodded quickly, he immediately picked up the inhaler medicine stored on the dashboard of the car.

Juminten stood up, he walked two steps back, giving the woman less space to gain more space.

"Thank you for helping, my lady" said Parman.

"Sama-sama Sir, is this mother really sick sir? I saw his face pale, I was scared. Afraid that something's going on here, Mom."

"Mrs suffer from asthma" replied Parman.

Juminten is only a mangosteen with its lips in the shape of the letter O.

Juminten looked at the woman's face, she was no longer as pale as before. His breathing was also more regular.

"Madam, excuse me first" Juminten told the woman.

"Wait, son, what's your name?" ask with lirih.

"I'm Juminten, Madam," Juminten replied with a sweet smile.

"Thank you for helping me." The woman took out some money from the bag, then gave it to Juminten.

Juminten pushed back on it.

"I helped Madam sincerely, not because of this." Juminten shook his head quickly.

"I am also sincere, I can only repay your kindness with this."

"No need for Madam. Sorry, I have to go home right now. Next time the mistress goes with someone with you, so that events like this don't happen again." Juminten patted the woman's hand gently.

"You're a good boy, Juminten," he said, staring fixedly at Juminten's face, feeling very familiar with the girl.

"Obviously Madam, there are still a lot of people better than me. Hope you get well soon, excuse me." Juminten stepped away, the day was getting more and more noon.

Juminten was also worried about the grocery bag he left alone under the tree. Mayleen could only stare at the back of the girl who ran away from her.

"If only my son's girlfriend was as good as that girl was Man" Mayleen said.

"Why Madam, does Madam want to make that girl a daughter-in-law? Madam better be careful, now a lot of people are pretending to be nice."

"Yes you're right, but I think that girl's really nice, Man.

If Mayleen could have been eager to see Juminten again. The girl made him feel familiar, it was like meeting someone he longed for. Unfortunately, Mayleen forgot to ask Juminten's address.

"May I see you again" muttered Mayleen softly.

"Are we going home now, ma'am?" ask Parman.

Mayleen nodded, she was still staring at the street where Juminten disappeared from her sight. Parman shook his head slowly, the girl seemed to have already captivated her master.

Parman closed the door. He then started the engine and drove the car away from the market.

Mayleen is very grateful to the market today, despite not getting what she wants. But meeting Juminten made him feel happy. Mayleen was still staring at the money sheet that Juminten had rejected, a smile on her lips.