Love as Beautiful Dusk In Pesantren Season 2
Are You Kidding?
Arum showed the Australian dollar that he still had not had time to exchange, among the dollars he brought there was only one Indonesian currency tucked away, it was only fifty thousand rupiah. While the total Arum groceries he had to pay amounted to ninety-five thousand, Arum and Desy still looked confused.
"You didn't bring money Des?" ask Arum who hopes Desy brings money he can borrow.
"No Arum," replied Desy was full of regret, Desy immediately pulled Arum's hand and did not think to bring money, because Desy was intent only to deliver Arum to buy instant noodles. He did not expect that Arum would buy a lot of things and take the wrong money.
"Mas" said Arum, revealing a hopeful face.
"Yes, ma'am" replied the cashier.
"My mother was wrong to bring money, can I pay with this?" tanya Arum thrust the Australian dollar banknote that he had brought. the money that Arum deposited amounted to 20 Australian dollars and if exchanged would be 1065800000 IDR.
"Sorry Mom, I don't accept toy money." The cashier replied with a smile, staring at Arum.
"What?? a toy??" Arum was astonished to hear the tell of the cashier who stated that the money being poured in front of him was toy money.
Australian dollar does have different colors and images with rupiah money used in Indonesia, santri who is currently a cashier is a village person who never knows the Australian currency also never went there. So the cashier felt funny because he thought that the money Arum gave him was fake money.
"Are you kidding?" arum asked with a slightly irritated look on his face because the money he was giving was currently worth far more than the total goods he should have paid if the money was exchanged, he said, he even said toy money.
"I'm not kidding Ma'am" replied the cashier steady.
"You know English but you don't know the money I'm gonna give you?" Arum frowned staring in wonder at the young man who was now still arguing with him.
Arum's state of indifference at about inversely proportional to Desy who actually lowered his head in shame did not dare to raise his face because they are currently the center of attention of all supermarket visitors.
"Arum is yes, let me go to the room take the money first. I'll come back here to pay for the rest of the money." Desy gave a proposal hoping that the debate that ended up being the center of attention was soon over.
Arum could only silently grin after momentarily nodding his head, Desy left behind Arum who was still faithfully standing in front of the cashier.
"Makanya Mbak if the money is less do not be pretentious'an shopping a lot." Said one of the students who had just walked to the cashier.
"What did loe say? sok-sok'an?" Arum who did not accept and felt despised immediately walked closer to the santriwati who had insulted him.
"Yes, pretentious has a lot of money when the original~" Santriwati who insulted Arum did not continue his speech even looked lightly at Arum.
"Gue don't need to be sober with kayak loe village girls!! let alone this shopping. I can also buy a loe house all its contents including loe May's self-esteem." Arum never looks rude, he is always ramaj and cheerful. But one thing that is not known by some people in the pesantren, Arum's harsh nature when feeling threatened or persecuted. He who is friendly and cheerful will turn into a lioness who will be wrathful when he feels his cubs are disturbed.
"Songong is very loe! pay ninety-five thousand aja can not let alone buy a house with my self-esteem. You're a hammers." Cibir Maya, a santri who did put a hatred on Arum since the first time they met.
"Arum!!" hasan shouted with a sharp gaze that led to Arum, because Arum was currently pointing his index finger towards Maya standing up.
Instantly, the atmosphere was suddenly calm and quiet after the sound of Hasan baritone echoed in the supermarket.
"Sir Hasan," said Arum almost simultaneously with Maya who is now staring at Hasan.
"Mas Hasan" said Maya.
"What are you doing Arum?" asked Hasan in a slightly snapping tone.
"Don't ask that santri brother!" Arum glanced at Maya who was still smiling with a trivial smile.
"Mas Hasan must beat me up! Arum is shopping a lot of stuff but the money is not enough to pay. Instead of apologizing and returning items that can not be paid ehh even give toy money to the cashier." Maya explains everything that happened but has been given flavoring spices to sound more dramatic.
"What exactly is that?" hasan asked as if he believed in what Maya explained and seemed to suspect Arum.
"Basar santri Aja aja kampungungan, do not know if the money I give is real money." Bela Arum who does not want to lose with Maya's words.
"Arum! watch how you speak!" Hasan rebukes Arum who is defending himself.
"Enough Brother Hasan! since some of the santri here are less intelligent then I will pay for the food I took earlier to you. This is fifty Australian dollars, I think this money is far more than enough to pay for my groceries. If it's less, my father and my parents will send money in exchange for the loss." Arun forcibly handed over the piece of money he had just held.
Arum whose emotions instantly drew Hasan's hand and placed the piece of money he had brought in Hasan's palm.
Arum doesn't realize anything, for him right now there are only emotions. While Hasan who got an attack suddenly just silently stare feel the soft touch of a small hand that he so craved
"Bye," Arum walked out of the supermarket with a footstroke, going far away leaving Hasan and Maya still in place with no one to move on and comment.
"Arum!!" desy shouted after seeing Arum coming from the outside of the boarding school with wide steps, visible on his face emotions that have not faded.
"Why did you get out?" asked Desy who was confused by the attitude Arum showed.
"That's nothing to think about! mending we're leaving right away!" invite Arum who immediately dragged Desy back into his room to meet another friend.
"Assalamualaikum" said Arum and Desy who had just arrived at the room.
"Waalaikum salam" said Fifi and Sinta who were waiting for Arum.
