My Beloved's Choice Woman

In jail?

"You.. are there enemies?" ask Mommy.

Veron who was preparing the plate fell silent. Gaining a deep gaze from the mother made her swallow the saliva.

"Lilly." Mother approaches Veron.

"Mother, actually ...."

"Someone is looking for you up ahead. You got a problem?"

"Mm, who's running Lilie Mommy?" ask Veron. Who knows who's looking for Zello. May hope?!

"The rich nyari gangs that," explained Aida.

Dave's? Veron jumped up, standing miserably.

"Why?"

"Mm, someone likes Lilie Mother. He's insistent, but Lilie doesn't like it" Veron said.

"There are children today."

"Mother ...."

"Jude, you calm down. Let Mother go ahead. You're bumping ya!"

"Mother..." Prevent Veron, stop the intention of the caretaker.

"He won't stay quiet. He won't just believe it. Mother, Lilie's scared. But Lilie couldn't give herself to him either."

Mother and Aida threw eyes at each other.

"Then what, Lie?"

"Lilie has to go, Bun."

"Is that the only way?" said Mother as if not willing.

"Mother. Lilie has to leave as soon as possible" Veron explained. "Yes, Mommy. Lilie from the market had not found any more children. Mommy will tell the same people that Lilie went to the market from noon but has not returned yet" said Veron on guard. Children usually love nyeplos. Who knows with the mother tablewab once the children of the orphanage join in assuring.

"Mm, okay," said Mother hesitated.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Already made trouble in Mother's place" Veron replied.

"had happened. What no. Pray well for Mother with children!"

"Definitely Mother. Oya, Mommy. Here ad cctv?" please worry Veron.

"Nothing is."

"Thank God."

"Nothing. The front shop. Good thing you just came home from the market through the back of the kebon that there is no cctv at all," Aida said.

"Ah yes. You're right."

"Come Lie. I'll take you through the back. Let Mother stop them."

"Yes. Let's hunt!" mama said. "Jeez, Lilie, you've only been here a minute."

"Mother, sorry to bother everyone. Greetings to the kids!"

"Yes. It's there. They will be suspicious."

"Lie, take it if you need it."

Veron was stunned, confused as to what to bring.

Aida who was nimble took the shopping cart. Put some of Veron's clothes in it, not forgetting he also put some vegetables on it to cover up.

"Come Lie!" Aida offered a basket to Veron while she also held one for herself.

"Mother, we go first!" said Aida leading Veron quickly.

****

"Risk all the hustle! Don't let anything remain!" a faint but loud voice made Veron speed up his pace. He entered through the gardens with lots of vegetables there. Twilight days when he was there now, if Dave's people saw anyone in the garden late this would be immediately suspicious.

Unceasingly Veron continued to set foot, running amidst the garden bushes. No matter whether it is still safe or not from the reach of people Dave himself still set foot lightly.

After quite a distance, the dark expanse turned bright as Veron made it through the gardens. An overlay of arid ground tub with a spotlight of lights along the way. The construction of the new toll road is half finished. When the morning is used by people to jog. While the afternoon to hang out is unclear.

To avoid anyone hanging out in the area at night, so there is often an order from traders and young people. But even so, there was still hanging out, just like this time. Some are in a bunch of rame-rames, some are mojok alone. Naturally, because not every day there is curbing.

Deftly Veron spread his vegetables. The clothes in the basket were also placed on the mat.

The sound of a tertib-satpol pp-car is approaching. With a slow movement Veron re-inserted his clothes and vegetables. While the fog can be seen from those who just non-krong there.

"Heh, you stop!" said the pentib man. Make Veron stop his hand movements.

"Yes, sir."

"Still selling. I know it is forbidden. Anybody buy these nights anyway?!" cetus jutek father in uniform.

"Forced, sir."

"Huh, come on!"

"But."

No matter what Veron said, he quickly put all the items in Veron's basket. Put it in the car tub. While Veron is herded in the same car.

Veron sat in the tub car. Covering his face with a mask and looking down a little.

Not Dave's men by name, if you want to give up. Veron who was in the tub glanced at Dave's people who began to be seen from the vegetable grove in the garden.

Huuzfz. Veron breathed a sigh of relief. Just barely.

****

"Next time don't repeat! Now you can go home" said the satpol officer.

It's morning. Dengn was forced last night Veron had to stay at the satpol office. Because it was night and he was confused where to go. Fortunately allowed to stay. At least he was calm all night.

Veron let out a weak sigh, he already involved a lot of people. Anita, a parlour person, I don't know who else she'll bother later.

Tired.. hiding by moving on. Veron's eyes were reddened, sad and tired. I feel like giving up.

Veron shook his head quickly. No. gabe. He cannot give up. Can't be weak. As Dave continues to search, Veron will continue to hide. Wherever it is.

An empty stomach distracts Veron from his confusion, who does not know the purpose of his layover.

Not far from where he stood, Veron headed for the cart seller with the word 'ketoprak.' Veron's forehead was wrinkled, he hadn't eaten that food before.

The hunger that had made his stomach wrapped around made him step steadily onto the ketoprak cart.

"Sir, one."

"Wrap or eat here, Non?"

"Eat here, sir. But on the plate!"

"OK." Must be surprised the seller is serving as well. Wear a plate but wear a pad too. Super hygienic. Inner seller.

Veron who had never eaten ketoprak before was curious about the ingredients and how to make them. He looks carefully. Peanut seasoning. That's what Veron knows.

"This, Non."

"Thank you." Veron saw his food that was covered in rice paper despite wearing a clean plate. Veron intentionally mawas. The fear of Dave's people suddenly appeared. So that he can carry the food easily. Oh yes pay.

"How, Sir?"

Again father wonder. Usually people pay when they finish eating, but Veron before eating.

"Twelve thousand, Non."

Not funny right, Veron fled suddenly to forget to pay for his food. Veron who feels haunted by Dave so always introspective.

Veron stared at the food. He had once eaten the food he ate. In restaurant. But not the name ketoprak.

Mm, tolerable. The taste of good ketoprak plus not the appearance of Dave's people, making Veron eat with pleasure.

Delight was temporary, after Veron was confused about his present purpose.

He and Dave's people are in the same place. The chances of getting caught are huge.

"Better in the prison today. It's not hard to make money but to eat every day."

"You said that. It's good in jail."

"Cie, who's an ex-convict."

Chat buyers and traders ketoprak managed to grab the attention of Veron.

In jail? Eyebrow Veron linked.