Malay Romance Zaman Now
5. The Sixteen Market
Sunburst craze. Pasar 16 Ilir bathed in a pungent luminescence. Flood the people of Wong Kito in transacting ria. The rupiah moves from hand to hand. It is felt that the Minister of Economy should visit the number one market in the city of Pempek, then stunned to see the economy that is truly extraordinary. If viewed from a helicopter, will be seen human children like thousands of ants that go downstream. Their chirping is like the loud noise of a TV whose antenna is broken. For almost half an hour he went around looking for Dodi. Either Dodi's where. Masayu is worried. Should we go straight to the parking lot, maybe Dodi's waiting in the car?
While there was a man who walked right behind Masayu. Tight black pants, skull-drawn black T-shirt, chain necklace wrapped around the neck, iron bracelet that there was a slight corrosion stuck, and skull belt, enveloped his appearance. His face was rosy and his eyes were red as if he had drunk two bottles of whiskey. His thick mustache and long hair further added to his antagonist's soul stamp. He was stalking every movement of Masayu. Every breath felt heavy. Suddenly Masayu stopped in front of a sandal shop. He remembered that his mother had been bought with sandals.
Just two fingers, his black hand managed to prick a wallet that is not playing much. The money is not less than two million dollars. And he went back to pretending to buy sandals. Fortunately, Masayu felt that something was strange. The man on his right side looked suspicious. Then Masayu looked at the contents of his bag and unsurprisingly felt that his wallet had disappeared. Masayu shrieks.
“Copet! Copet!”
Nimbly berandal market was rushing to run with all her might. He was a little lucky because one of the streets in this market was a little quiet so he could freely escape. While Masayu was confused about what to do other than ask for help from people around. Hearing Masayu's cry, some people were surprised, then swiftly asked where the copet was.
“Which is wearing black...”
While the copet was quite far away and slowly began to disappear in the middle of the crowd of people. Woe to his fate if it has been caught by the market people.Pursuers split right up to arrive at the end of a row of shophouses. There is one to the left and one to the right. One of the pursuers saw someone suspicious.
“Woi! Copet!”
Many people are looking for the person in question.
“Here, where's the wallet you copied?!”
The market guard man who was a TNI without compromise immediately punched the bachelor's face. Not enough once, he again beat his face to a bruise.
“Basic copet! Great of you here, dare nian you!”
He tries to avoid punches and kicks. “I'm innocent. I'm not copet.”
“If there is a terrible thief, the prison will be full.”
The shopkeeper exits his shop; the shopkeeper leaves his stall; and the buyer leaves the item he wants to buy. Everyone wants to see the copet. There were even some of them who also wanted to beat him up because of his anger.
Stained face. Her lips broke and bled. His clothes were dirty and dull. He still covers his head. And the big-bodied man of the market keeper tried to strangle his neck.
“Restore wallet!”
“I don't know, Brother,” he replied grimacing.
He sighed slowly.
One more fist landed on his face so he bounced back and fell.
“This is my friend, Brother. Where he might have been nyopet. Masha Allah!”
The man tried to stand in the middle, right in front of the vigilante people. He boldly and boldly pointed out all those who had been thumping his comrades on untrue charges. Angrily he pushed around the market guard who had made his best friend almost die.
“You are wrong, you are wrong. He's not a copet. Anyway you guys should be in charge!”
This weak-spoken bachelor held the pain in his body and tried to take ten thousand notes and a piece of paper embroidered by the order of the person he would carry.
“Any friend I have to be taken to the hospital!” He approached his comrade while wiping the freshly dripping water from his eyes. It was sad that his heart was seeing his friend fall down. He tried to pick up his friend.Fortunately Masayu soon arrived there. He asked where his wallet was missing.
“But he copetnya?” ask the market guard.
Masayu looked at his face.
“Not.”
Everyone was surprised.
“Dik, we are sorry. We got the wrong person,” said the market keeper.
“Ya already, Brother, dak nothing,” reply bujang it.
“What's wrong, Raden? You are now seriously injured.”
The market thug with his friends invited the two bachelors to go to A. K. Hospital. Gani, quite far from Market 16 Ilir.
***
Masayu is still in Market 16 Ilir. Many people told him to report to the police about the case that happened earlier. But he said it was not necessary because he did not want the business to be more complicated. It is not a matter of wallet and money in it, really not, but Masayu thought about the state of the bachelor earlier. If not thought about his girlfriend, it would be like he visited the bachelor earlier.Finally Masayu decided to leave the Ilir 16 Market. Now he is in Taman Nusa Indah again. Shade for. He walked towards the parking lot. And Masayu came near Dodi's car. Dodi swiftly opened the car door. Masayu was exhausted. Dodi asked his girlfriend where he was and why he could split up in the middle of the market. But Masayu replied that he did not want to talk right now and wanted to calm down first.
The red yaris stopped at a street in OPI Housing in Jakabaring. Not too far from Jalan Kutilang. On this side of the road Masayu always waiting for the arrival of Dodi when he wants to travel and here also Masayu always come down when after delivery. Never once did Dodi visit Masayu's house.
***
Already mafhumi that the history and culture of Palembang can not be separated from the influence of Malay and Javanese. In ancient times, people from Java many married Malays who lived in Palembang. Raden Muhammad is of Javanese descent. While Molek, his wife, was yellow and her hair was curled. The woman is of Malay blood. Raden Muhammad opened a small shop where he made vehicle license plate numbers and stamps on the roadside not far from the Great Mosque. While Molek works in a pempek seller shop because he is an expert in making pempek. Because he did not have large capital to open his own business, he only worked with people and the payment was enough to add to the cost of daily necessities. And it just so happens that his job is the same as the job of his mother Vio. Their familiarity spread to their bachelor children apparently.
The daily life of Raden Muhammad is to wake up early before the sun appears from the eastern horizon, pray Fajr prayer congregated in a breach not far from his house, and ready to take care of his shop when morning. Before leaving, often he sipped black coffee made by his beloved wife while enjoying the fresh air around Sekanak Village.Like her husband, Molek who is over forty years old also woke up early, and, dawn Salat at home, preparing breakfast for her husband and two children, when the sun has set he went to Sekanak Market, then around 9 he went to Pasar 26 Ilir to work. In the big house stage that a family lives simply and as it is. No grandiose, not much will, not much behavior. “Those illusions are better to trade only.” Raden Muhammad once said that when Rama just finished High School.
