Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Fruit Shop

All the flower bouquets are done, including Rendra's. Although having to go through many stressful stories at once annoying, but Anindi still works on it. Rendra was too chatty for a man's size. Really unexpected.

"Thank God, I have to go to the hospital again. But, before that buy fruits first for Mother and Aunt." Anindi took a sling bag, not to forget also the key of the motor. It's going to be night, it's even dusk. However, Anindi's spirit to meet the Mother did not decrease. He must accompany the figure until it is declared to be able to go home.

Anindi exits the store, closes it again and locks it. The mother of the owner of the pharmacy again gave her spirit when she met in front, then let Anindi go with her second wheeled vehicle.

Along the road that is very crowded, Anindi continues to drive well. Looking left and right, looking for a fresh fruit shop. Maybe something is interesting.

After a five-minute drive, Anindi's eyes finally caught the fresh fruit shop wet and crowded. Not waiting any longer, the girl immediately pulled over to the store that was in her lane. Park the motor in front of a black car. Anindi had a quick glance at the four-wheeled vehicle, just for a moment. He entered the crowded store.

Mother's favorite fruit is fragrant mango. The fruit is sweet and always delicious when made juice or pudding, making his mother really like the name of the fruit. In fact, Anindi always buys every day when the mango season arrives.

Anindi's eyes are spoiled by several colors of various fruit names. There is a green melon, also red watermelon that has been split, not to forget also wine that is also tempting. It will be very difficult to choose which fruit will be purchased first. Just want to buy it, even if you have enough money.

Anindi stood next to a young man in a neat suit. The fragrant perfume poked Anindi's nose, but not too conspicuous. The smell was calm and a little heart-wrenching. Anindi had a glance, the man was choosing mangoes. However, it quickly turned its eyes away. This is no good.

Anindi chose a nice and large mango. Usually, the meat will be very sweet and thick. This time Anindi bought a mango about two kilos, it must be only four large fruits. Thats okay. 

"You have the same taste, yes. It's great to see such a compact young couple." Suddenly a new middle-aged mother came and was now in front of them commenting as she wished. 

Anindi suddenly raised her head, perhaps the sentence was not intended for her. 

"You're so pretty, son. It's worth it to get a handsome and handsome husband." Again the mother said without asking.

Anindi frowned, glancing at the young man who did not seem to be bothered at all. "Sorry, is Mom talking to me?" Asking is better than guessing.

The mother also chose sweet fragrant mango. "Yes, Son. Same with your partner." Pointing the man next to Anindi. "Mother, to the envy of seeing you compact have the same fondness of fruit."

Anindi understood. Why does it always happen like this? The girl was about to open her mouth, but the man first made a sound.

"We are indeed a compatible couple, ma'am," he said without refuting. But I have no intention of raising my head. Only his hands continued to pick the mango, choosing the best.

Anindi surprised. What else is this? Just breathing from crazy stuff, now there's more.

"Because we're so compatible, can you keep quiet while choosing fruit? We're afraid someone's jealous too." The man's voice was firm. I am used to leadership.

The man finished picking the mango. Pretty much what he took, there was probably about five kilos. Without explaining anything go straight to the seller who serves other buyers as well. 

Anindi. Maybe the guy just wants to avoid a lot of questions. Never mind, let it go. He also focused again on choosing mangoes and finally finished. Do not forget to also buy watermelon and some grapes as well. All of her mother's favorite.

Anindi's done. Get out of the fruit shop and see the man who was apparently giving a midfielder child a plastic one containing fruit.

"Take and eat with your family. Om, there's still plenty in the other container." The man also gently stroked the hair of the boy whom Anindi was a seven-year-old taxier.

"Thank you, Om." The happy child. Carry the man's gift with a little prancing around. A sight that touches the heart.

Anindi fell silent, observing well with the two beautiful netra. Unexpectedly the man turned around, looking at Anindi who immediately lowered his head.

There were footsteps approaching Anindi, then stood the tall figure. Nodding for a moment is like someone apologizing. "I'm sorry about what happened." His voice this time was soft, successfully pulling Anindi's head up. "I just don't want you to ask too many questions. Sorry, if you're uncomfortable." Without a smile, rather with a flat expression. The man spoke to Anindi.

Anindi was hypnotized, silent for a moment. Then, consciously. "Oh, yeah, no problem. I'm also sorry that you're not comfortable thinking about my partner." Anindi nodded as well. 

"In that case, I resigned. It's nice to meet you. Assalamualaikum." 

"Wa'alaikum salutations." 

They parted just like two people who had to leave because of circumstances. Anindi rushed to the motor, sticking black plastic containing fruit onto the motor. It quickly turned it on and did not work either. "Astagfirullah, what's wrong with you?" Anindi kept trying. However, there is no result. The bike broke down, but it was okay. "Come on, I gotta get to the hospital."

The young man who was still not running the car noticed Anindi. Seeing the difficulties the girl was facing, then decided to come out again. There may be help that can be given. "Can I help you?" Ask directly when it has arrived in front of Anindi.

Anindi looked to the right side. Seeing that tall figure return again.

"Is your bike on strike?" The question was again asked by the man. Looking towards the Anindi motor. "Let me help. It might light up."

I don't know why Anindi complied. The girl got off the vehicle that had been with her for six years. In fact, Anindi is the type of woman who is even difficult to talk to other people, except family. 

"I'll let you help for a minute." The man took over Anindi's bike. Usually, men know more about this.