Love Fighters Al - Aqsa

CPA 4: Girl Know Round Sweet

“Nir!” call Salimah while curling up hugging a bolster pillow. The antipusing koyo attaches to the jidat and both temples. Her hair was frowning, strengthening her condition to show that she was sick. The blanket still covered most of his body.

A sweet girl of quite stout stature and yellow veiled, appeared in the doorway of the open room.

“Iya, Mak?” ask that sweet-nosed fat girl.

“Emak has the same debt Bang Damar, later paid yes,” said Salimah with a heavy voice.

“Nirmala knows whose name is Bang Damar which, Mak,” said the girl rather scowled.

“Bang Damar's whose house is right in front of the school gate. The house is light blue paint. He sells ice, the opposite place where Emak's carts run,” explained Salimah.

“Iya, Mother. If Nirmala strays, Nirmala can ask,” said Nirmala, the only child of Salimah puppet.

“Do not flirt yes, other traders are all men,” says Salimah.

“Ih, Mommy. If there's anything, call Nirmala. Hp Emak had Nirmala charge last night,” said Nirmala.

“Yes, Mom's okay. Just a heavy headache,” said Salimah.

“Nirmala left first, Mak,” said Nirmala while entering grabbed her mother's hand and kissed her.

“Be careful, motor cars like speeding,” order Salimah.

“Iya, Mak.”

Nirmala then walked outside leaving her sick mother. In front of the house, already waiting for a yellow cart complete with frying pan. In the transparent glass section is written the sentence “Tahu Bulat Manis Semanis Price Rp500”. I don't know whose opinion is used that 500 rupiah is a sweet price?

This was the first time Nirmala had replaced her mother to trade round tofu. At first he refused, because it was hard for him to do unusual work. However, her mother gently tried to convince her only daughter.

Salimah said, if trading knows the whole day off, it means they have no income on the day and there are only expenses. The condition also means that their family debt to some people must be paid off in installments. That reason was what finally made Nirmala force herself to replace her mother selling in front of the elementary school in Gang Mawar.

Salimah was widowed for 12 years and took care of a daughter, Nirmala. His life journey is stagnant with the wheels of an economy running on the streets in debt. Dig a hole close the hole has been cultured in his life, in order to stay able to survive in the capital of Indonesia that is all over the money.

This forced Nirmala to drop out of school in the 10th grade. Nirmala became a girl. However, he helped his mother at home. Nirmala was just like most girls, who in her spare time busy with her smartphone to socialize, write diaries, to occasionally gather with her friends. However, Salimah is quite strict in limiting the freedom of her daughter in hanging out so as not to fall into negative conditions. For matters of communicating with male friends, Nirmala was given strict restrictions. The attitude is done because it learns from the experience that Salimah has experienced. Therefore, Nirmala has never been heard to call a male friend, especially to laugh flirtatious is not clear urgency.

In the morning that had not been illuminated by the sun, Nirmala walked pushing her cart on the side of the highway. Car and motorcycle vehicles appear to travel at high speed. Jalan Kapuk Raya does have a fairly long straight route.

After walking several hundred meters with his wagon on the side of the highway, Nirmala then entered into an alley quite wide and open. That's the alley whose name is “Mawar”. In the alley, Nirmala through a water reservoir is wide enough that at the edges are full of overgrown hyacinths. According to the story, 15 years ago, the place was a burial area. The low soil height makes the water in the surrounding area stagnate there, along with the development of warehousing areas and poor water drainage.

In the alley, there stands a magnificent temple that rises with its distinctive color, which is red and green with a carving of the Chinese version of the dragon.

The closer to the end of the alley, the more crowded by various activities, even though the sun has not shown its form on the far east side.

Children in elementary school uniforms have been crowded into the corner of the alley, where a state primary school building stands. The parents who drove their children also filled the fork in the road in front of SD. Various peddlers of children's food, toys, to snacks in the class of siomay and chicken porridge were held in the front fork of the school gate. The crowd is increasingly crowded by the activities of local residents who leave for work, either walking or motorcycle riding. The end of the alley can still be passed by a car to the school yard.

Nirmala continued to push her wagon into the crowd in front of the school. Because his mother's place with her cart is in the area, although she does not know exactly.

“Lho, Mrs Salimah Know where, Neng?” ask a mother who is arranging her fry on the front desk of her house.

Nirmala is not familiar. However, the question clearly indicates that the mother knew her mother.

“By being unwell, Mom,” replied Nirmala while smiling and still pushing the cart tofu round.

“Iya,” replied Nirmala while smiling again. “Mari, Bu!”

“Oh, Salimah has a daughter? Beautiful again!” said another mother who was picking a fry, her expression half surprised.

The comment of the fried buyer's mother who was still heard by Nirmala, made the fat girl smile flowering in the heart. Even her two ears behind the hijab until it turns pink.

“Hihihi, Nirmala rated beautiful,” Nirmala said inwardly and momentarily smiled to herself. The comment that he considered praise was instantaneously becoming a pertamax in his chest, his zeal to sell as if burning.

Indeed, as he arrived at the end of the alley, the heavy conditions at the trading location that had been imagined in Nirmala's mind now disappeared. The condition he felt now was not as heavy as his shadow.

“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” greetings to Nirmala half-cried.

The half-screaming greeting came from the right side, making Nirmala startled and stop walking. He looked directly at his right side. A mustachioed man in his 40s walks while carrying his toy merchandise. The man in a dark blue shirt and in a shabby black hat laughed at Nirmala's shock. He stopped to see Nirmala stop.

“Wa ‘alaikum salam,” replied Nirmala late, her smile faint to the unknown man. He only suspected that the man was an acquaintance of his mother as a fellow merchant in front of SD.

“Kok not Bu Salimah?” ask a man named Ganto Wirasakti whose real name is Jawir.

“Mother is sick,” replied Nirmala with a smile and pushed back her wagon.

Ganto also walked with Nirmala, because he still wanted to ask.

“What pain?”

“Grieks. Probably exhausted, Bang,” replied Nirmala.

“Bang Jawir, the name of Brother Bang Jawir,” said Ganto while smilingly pointing at his own chest.

“Iya, Bang,” said Nirmala so smile looking at Ganto's communication style.

“Whose name?” ask Ganto excitedly.

“Nirmala, Bang.”

“Wiiih, song title Dato Siti Nurhaliza!” pekik Ganto laughed to himself. Then ask again, “Nirmala new this time trade here?”

“Iya.”

“Already know the place?” ganto.

“Already told the same Mother.”

“The place is right next to Brother. Hahaha, next to Brother's heart, hahaha!” ganto said slurping a bit of a muddle.

Nirmala just laughed a little.

Finally they arrived at the gathering point of the merchants and the crowd at the fork in the alley in front of the SD gate. Directly opposite the SD gate stands a two-story light blue painted house. The area is only 4x6 meters. From the color of the paint is still new and brilliant, it is characteristic that it is a new building. However, the entrance door is not facing the SD gate, but to the other side of the road. The side wall of the door is deliberately hollowed out wide which serves to sell. The house sells various kinds of ice water, ice blender, to ice cubes.

The ice seller in the house was a young man in a blue checkered shirt. His head just finished shaving a bald model growing semilimeters. On his forehead were two black marks of hardened skin as a sign of being kissed to the floor or prayer mat. His black pants look striking, as the ends hang over the eyes of the feet. He seems busy but deft in serving children who do not know the time to drink ice. The young man was named Darmawan Caniago, a young Padang who wandered to Jakarta and fostered fate at the end of the alley.

“Well, here's your place, Nir. Jawir's brother is here,” said Ganto pointing to the place that was still empty, while he lowered his pikulan on the side of the place he appointed. (BH)