My dear Siomay

New Spirit

New hopes continue to emerge, along with our move to a new place. Everything related to selling siomay we have prepared. Do not forget our photo with Mr. Governor is displayed in a new store, to add value plus our sales. My dear Siomay sailed back to take people's hearts to want to buy siomay with a delicious taste, evidenced by making us as the first winner. It was enough to give us the capital of confidence, that we deserved to get a lot of buyers. The shadow in my mind was the atmosphere of a store full of shoppers, an atmosphere like that I always miss. On the first day we give a price discount for those who buy 3 servings, but limited to only the first 20 buyers. Just like in the old shop, we gave out flyers so people would know where we were.

"Before we work today let us pray first, may Allah provide ease and smoothness for today.Aamiin", I lead the do'a and together we read the letter of Al-Fatihah. Once completed, we began to spread according to the tasks we had shared together. I served in the kitchen, preparing siomay, Erna at the checkout while Edo and Ridho were waiters. We're ready to work.

It was getting late, not a single buyer came. Starting to advance into the afternoon, the buyer has not come yet either. A mother came to us. Erna looked so happy, maybe in her mind the mother was our first buyer.

"Please enter, Mom!want siomay or batagor?", Ridho's smile so glistened on his face.

"I'm sorry, I want to ask where the basoemaker is next door?" said the mother.

"Oh, it looks like over there, Bu", Ridho by pointing at one place. Ridho's smile, back on tap. Buyers do not come to this store.

"Sir Erna, why doesn't anyone come to our store huh?", Ridho asked Erna.

"Maybe because there are many places to eat here, so people have many choices.Also our store is new, so not many people know" Erna argues.

"It looks like it is very tight competition in this place, because there are many people who sell food and we must be smart to captivate their hearts" I said.

"I'm sleepy, Brother, I'm going to sleep!", Edo snickly sleeps on the chair.

Until nightfall no one bought siomay or batagor. The spirit that had been stirring gebu, finally returned to melt, seeing conditions like this.

Someone arrived at the store.

"Siomay, two servings!", Mas Zein and Fathan walked into the store.

"Oh, Mas Zein, far away from coming here with Dede handsome?", I grabbed Fathan in my arms. He seemed to have known me for a long time and did not want to go down if I had carried him.

"Fathan, the tower is heavy, from yesterday it wants the same Aunt Isna continues", said Mas Zein.

"It's okay, Mas, I like kids" and I saw a smile on Fathan's face.

"She kept asking about siomay, so I just brought her here, let her directly from the source", Mas Zein with a smile.

"Is her mother okay what Fathan brought here?", I asked about Sofia.

"His mother doesn't care about Fathan, we're divorced".

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm so bad with Mas Zein".

"It's okay, precisely people should know that we are not husband and wife anymore".

Erna's got Siomay for Mas Zein and Fathan. We are happy to finally have a customer today even if only two servings.

"It's late, I want to go home, Brother!", Edo said goodbye and went straight out.

"Yes", I was a little surprised.

He still can't adjust to us, especially with me. Maybe because we haven't been together for a long time. But at least he wants to get away from his old job.

Today our income is worth two servings. Maybe because I was too arrogant, had imagined a lot of buyers. All of this is in God's will. This is how being a trader, sometimes one day many buyers, sometimes none. We must be patient and have the mentality of a true trader, which is not unyielding no matter what happens, especially when the buyer is quiet. Being a trader must also be sure that everyone has their own benchmark of sustenance. Everyone's sustenance is different despite having the same effort. Sales may be in copy but sustenance cannot be pasted. That's what my aunt taught me. So I will not be discouraged, even though the income earned today is small.Then tomorrow must be more vigorous.

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It rained so hard this morning. In the store there was only me and Erna. Ridho and Edo are not here because there is something they have to work on. Due to the cold temperatures, we wear a sweater. People outside were seen running for cover from the rain, there were also people wearing umbrellas. The cold temperatures are also long-lasting rain, making people look for warm food, and it benefits us a lot. My dear Siomay arrived filled with many buyers who want to enjoy the rain accompanied by a warm siomay.

"Two portions!".

"I batagor 3 servings".

"I also batagor 2 servings".

Alhamdulillah, the store seemed to live with a buyer, not like yesterday.

In between the busyness, heard the news of someone's marriage. A news anchor read out a news narrative.

"A businessman, also the son of a successful conglomerate, Thomas Tio Wibowo, will hold a wedding tomorrow, with a socialite who owns a branded bag company, Renata Prayoga. The wedding will be held at the Thomas Tio Wibowo family hotel. As many people already know, the Thomas Tio Wibowo family has many hotels in the city.......".

I heard the news in my ears. Eventually Tio will marry Renata. There is pain, but let it be. I can only treat this wounded heart with resignation. If not resigned, my heart will feel tremendous pain and also long to be healed. In my mind I kept telling myself, maybe he wasn't my soul mate. Yes, chased to the end of the world, if he doesn't match me, there's no way we can be together. Because the soul is arranged by God. I keep my heart strong, even if it hurts.

Buyers keep coming, as the rain grows. I can breathe a little in this.

A buyer in a suit and wearing black eyes, walked into the store. The man's appearance was so striking, it made all eyes on him. I came with a tray containing two siomay plates.

When we passed, I was shocked to see the figure of the man in the suit until the tray I was holding fell, the platters broke and siomay fell apart on the floor. I immediately cleared everything up with the help of the man.

"You okay?", the man asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine", I grew nervous after hearing the man's voice. That was Tio's voice. Why is he here?why does he keep bothering me. He will not get married tomorrow. My Lukaku will grow deeper if you keep looking at it.

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