Kunti is Heartbroken

KJH 9'S

Jaka had been busy with his work all day, right at 17:30 he was preparing to go home. He walked to the security guard to ask for a motor key. The security guard was standing in front of the post.

"Sir, I want to take the key of the bike. Mr. Ferdi said, the motor key is the same father."

"Yes, sir, I'll take it for a minute." The security guard went into the post to retrieve the key to the motor he was hanging next to the tv. "This is the key to the bike, sir." Satpam gave me the key.

"If I may know the condition of the motor how is sir ?"

"The conditions are good sir, there are no obstacles. Healthy machine. You can check first before you drive, so that you are more sure of the condition of the motor." Saran.

"Mother can you tell me to check the condition of the bike?"

"Can sir."

Jaka and the security guard headed to the warehouse together to check the condition of the motorbike engine. The guard presses the motor starter and the motor engine turns on.

"It's on sir, if you're still not sure please take it around here first."

"No need sir, I'm sure the bike is still good. Thank you very much sir, then I say go home first."

Reply Jaka smiled, while advancing his motor slowly leaving the warehouse area.

Not too far away from work, Jaka is already stuck in traffic at the intersection. His stomach was already hungry, but he did not intend to stop his motorbike to a food stall, he even wanted to arrive home soon, because he was sure that Bu Ijah would deliver food for him again.

Jaka is already free from the traffic jams, this time the atmosphere of the streets is a little quiet. Without feeling he was about to arrive, he turned into the alley of his house, right adhan Maghrib reverberated he had arrived in front of the house. Jaka immediately put his bike into the house because he did not intend to go out again.

The hose did not linger, someone knocked on the front door. "Who is it ? still Maghrib gini someone knocked on the door, at most Bu Ijah time yes. Must have brought food, windfall again. Often gini food anther, mayan can save spending." Allegedly Jaka must be Bu Ijah.

Jaka opened the door, as soon as it opened no one in front of his house. His gaze skirted around, still he did not meet anyone. "So something hit the door ? but no one, there must be this prankster." His guess missed, not Bu Ijah who came knocking on the door.

Jaka wanted to close the door but his eyes looked down, and there was a black plastic package lying, just like this morning.

"This package again ? who brought this pack, huh ? what is food too ? just open it up, let's know what it's all about." Jaka's face was confused by the black plastic package for the second time, but he did not know at all who had delivered this package to his home.

Jaka open this package, and sure enough if the contents are exactly the same as this morning that warm white rice+ fried chicken.

"Remain right, the same as the one this morning. But who is kind enough to eat food ? still anget anyway. Did I go to Bu Ijah's house ? ach..had asked tomorrow, mending now I go into the hunt abis ni food, waste it if not eaten, know the hours of people again laper. The sustenance will not run away, surely come alone if it has been sustenance." Doubt Jaka immediately he threw away, he replaced with a feeling of pleasure because of getting free food again.