Legionaries
Mulyadas
09 October 2018
At 19:03
"MAS! Fried rice one dong. Usually do you?"
Thank God, O Allah. After the muters had no results, I finally met the customers as well. Gini the fate of the street vendors five yaks. Income is not certain. Sometimes when the windfall is overflowing, customers come in droves. Damn it, it's a lonely night for mercy. The feeling, in the streets big gini usually a lot of people hanging out at the bottleneck. Where are the yak people?
Ah, done. The name of fortune is nowhere. Anyway, it's still a good thing I found this customer. Saban meet this customer, want to meet at the flats where he lives or meet on the road, he must always order. What if fans want again? Though mah, if you want to be honest, the taste of my fried rice when compared to the same fried rice made by Bang Encep which is usually held there, I have nothing. But, if it's a matter of taste anyway, how about again?.
It's night, kayak usually, the beloved customer messages his paporit menu: Nasi Goreng Telor Porsi Dobel. Do not wear long wait, I just draw a skillet. I then flush with cooking oil. Wait spread. Keep on, just break the chicken on it. After that, just entered the secret spice. SREENGS! Ajib really smells!
While eating rice from a bamboo basket, I saw a moment of my loyal customers. He sits down with his own feet. His romance, he's tired again. Just got home from work the most. Anyway, the cheeks have been flat like a kayak bakpao geprek. The eye bags are black. Surely he's mostly night-literate. Wonderful deh ah. People today want to sleep very hard. On playing hengpon anyway. That's why it's hard to sleep.
Actually, I pity this customer. From the time I noticed, these people almost never get together with friends. In fact, lately, I often pergokin he chatted himself. I don't know who the same is. Same demon times. But, if I think about it, the dragons anyway, he really needs friends, just make stories, cake, or why, cake. Well, as a trader who tries to give the best for his customers, I feel called upon. If I just talk, I can too. After all, it's orderan night is also quiet again. Want to muter-muter again, fear no customers, even tired doang.
"Mas Mul!" Suddenly the customer called my name again. Mouths muttering. His voice could not be caught by my ears. Understandably, ears if you are already like this.
Ahh, buset bye! Didn't he just order fried rice double portion? Why did he order again?
Ah, care very much. The important thing is trading.
"Against growth?" I tried to joke. Hopefully he likes it.
Aware of the order plus one, I was speeding up.
Not until about five minutes, fried rice two plates are ready. In the spirit of ⁇ 45, I delivered that order to that customer. He looks hungry. So hungry, he rattled himself so.
"...if I've never dated." Sayup-sayup, the voice of that young boy is heard. What makes it strange, he said the last sentence using the same style of women. Surprisingly, his face suddenly turned red.
I was spontaneous enough to respond, "If I have been often, Mas," I try to follow his style. Easy really, stay a long-winded body. In fact, almost like women enter angina anyway, but make no mistake. Here and there, I once participated in a soap opera. "The goldfish want to be with me? But don't be jealous of me?"
