Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

Please Don't Say More

Mas Abi and I started walking at every Beringharjo Market. My eyes were fixed on the figure of the grandmother sitting in a short wooden chair, in front of her neatly arranged several small saggy of clay, and one basin of blirik.

We both set foot, approaching the grandmother.

"Chah.., ice dawete is fine?" (That the ice is still?) I speak Javanese.

"Still Ndhuk..." (Still Son)

"Nyuwun kalih ngggeh Mbah...." (Ask two yes Mbah)

"Ngggeh Ndhuk, as soon as...monggo lenggah rumiyin..!!" (Yes, son, please sit down..!!).

Me and Mas Abi then sat on a small chair made of wood. We call it "dingklik"....

Shortly thereafter, the dawet we ordered was ready to be enjoyed. Dawet plus cin cau, as well as slices of jackfruit... We received a small bowl equipped with a duck spoon from the waste hand, of course it already contains a complete dawet.

"Knuwun mbah..." (Thanks Mbah)

"Kiss... Ndhuk...Ngthers..." Say the Dumpster with a friendly smile.

In the midst of enjoying the taste of dawet mix sober, he told us at length.

Sambaran introduced his name, Mbah Hari, the figure of the legendary dawet seller.

All of the dawet ice processing is made waste traditionally and uses natural ingredients. Mbah Hari has been peddling ice in this market since 1965.

A serving of dawet ice can contain colorful cendols, chirps, coconut milk, Javanese sugar liquid, pieces of jackfruit and ice cubes. The price of an ice cube is also very affordable.

"Sofer yes Al..." Mas Abi said as he sipped the ice straight from his bowl.

"Huum... Dawet Mbah Today is already famous..." My reply was also while sipping on the ice.

"Kog you know Al.., there is a dawet that recommends like this..?"

"Yes donk Mas... If it's right to play in the market with Asti, Hana, and Mother, we often stop by to buy ice dawetnya Mbah Hari..."

"Owhhh..., meaning other recommended culinary also know donk Al...?"

"Yes.lumayan tau Mas..hhhehe.."

"If soto Al...?"

"Soto who has been on TV.., Soto Bu Pujo Mas, is on the second floor of the eastern market. Soto who serves and meat a lot, soto Pak Muh. He set aside the proceeds of his sale to build Masjid you know..."

"Great for Al..."

"Iya Mas.., eating soto Pak Muh is never empty of buyers because it is accompanied by alms..."

Mas Abi nodded and smiled back at me.

"There is another famous Mas soto... Sotonya Mbah fierce. Continue if the seger.soto Bu Sudar..."

"Cool yank..you can memorize.hhhehe..."

"Yes donk Mas..." Proudly answered.

"Oooiyaya.., you are a hobby of eating Al..hhhahaha...." Mas Abi laughed wide at me.

"Tuch..Mas Abi know..." I answered with a sour face.

"Hhhehe...., though like to eat.but kog still cute? Can't be fat?"

"Yaaa.malah thanked Mas, later if Alya fat, Mas Abi even bother..."

"Hhhaha.ya not Al, although fat must be sweet..."

"What sich Mas Abi, I don't want fat tau..." I said while shaking my lips.

Not felt, the dawet that we mumpun exhausted without rest. Mas Abi gave the money to soberan by saying thank you. He replied with a warm smile.

"Maturnuwun ngggeh cah nice, ndhuk cah ayu.., sambu sampun lined..."

"Sami-sami Mbah.." Reply to Mas Abi by giving a smile.

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We walked to the kiosk of Ms. Mur**, buy batik clothes for the hand that will be given to the prospective father and mother-in-law.

For Mas Abi's father, I chose hem batik with sogan motif.

Batik, which comes from Solo and Yogyakarta, has a characteristic light brown color with batik images accented with flowers and dots, as well as arches and lines in the motif. Sogan has been around since the era of ancestors and is usually used by kings in the palace because of its elegant color, a combination of brown and black.

As for the future mother-in-law, I choose a batik game with a universe-wide motif.

From the name, this batik pattern holds the meaning of beauty that is able to make anyone fascinated when looking.

Of course the right depiction for women who wear this one batik motif, because the beautiful batik image will certainly make the mother-in-law look more elegant and charming.

Hmmm.ternyata some say, the motif of batik sekar jagad inspired from the world map, because the image of batik that resembles the islands.

"Hhhhhhhhhhh.."

"Yes Al.yuk hunt, sultry here.add rame visitors..."

"Patience Mas.., let me be wrapped as mbaknya, all I pay first..."

"I'll pay you, baby..."

"No need, this time let me just okay..."

"Yes dech, whatever dear..."

I received a paper bag containing the hem and the batik robe of my choice, then paid for it.

"Thank you, mbak..." Said Batik employee Bu Mur**very politely.

"Same-sama..." I reply with a sweet smile.

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Mas Abi and I began to step towards the exit of Beringharjo market, penetrating the crowd of visitors.

Suddenly there was a mother who screamed because her bag was a pickpocket.

"Copet.copet..please....Mommy..."

With sprightly Mas Abi ran after the copet and grabbed his shirt. Mas Abi pulled the shirt on the back of the copet very tight.

Buggle...

Mas Abi gave his fist right on the pickpocket's cheek. All the visitors there were screaming hysterically, including me.

Luckily the security officer came quickly, then immediately brought the pickpocket to the office.

Mas Abi handed over the bag he had saved to the pickled mother.

"Thank you, my friend..." Said the mother with trembling lips.

"Sama-sama Ma'am, next time the bag is not placed on the side, it is safer to bring it in front of Ma'am..."

"Yes, thank you again..."

"Yes Mom..." Reply Mas Abi with a smile, while inviting me to leave the place.

There were cheers from visitors who praised the courage of my lover.

We continue our journey to the parking lot Malioboro Ma**, to take Mas Abi's car.

"Mas.tadi tuch you're really great..."

"Okay..?"

"Huum.., I didn't think Mas Abi was a brave man..."

"That's not what2 baby..."

"You mean Mas...??"

"I will be more courageous and reckless, if your heart is picky...."

"Hmmm.basas Mas Abi's.."

"Al...., may only I be in your heart...."

"Yes, I hope I am the only one in your heart..."

"But Al.., if I go first, do not close your heart to receive a sincere heart from another man..."

Gleggs....

Hearing Mas Abi's words, my steps came to a halt.

Suddenly 2 tears of my eyes dripped, imagining bad things would happen when I had already deeply fallen in love with Mas Abi.

"I..." Mas Abi stopped his steps.

"Please Mas.., don't ever say that word2 again, I swear Mas..I can't afford to lose you.hiks..."

"I'm sorry, baby.. I didn't mean to hurt your heart Al..." He said with a stare at me.

"Promise me, don't say it again..." My reply was also staring at Mas Abi.

"Dear on, don't cry...."

Mas Abi wiped my tears with his handkerchief.

We continued walking until we got to the car park.