My Husband is a Ningrat

Chapter 8. [ Rolling door less lubricant ]

It was before I had debt with Nina's parents. Sunday is the day I look forward to. I could spend all day at Nina's contract or at Nina's house.

But this Sunday was like the usual days. I open this rolling door and start my daily routine with work. Not overtime on Sundays, but free hours. I open at nine in the morning and close at four in the afternoon.

I've tidied up all the credit vouchers and prime cards. Tidy up the clothes that will be taken and clean the floor. Today I chose not to iron, just wash it. The reason why, is because I'm tired.

It wasn't a good dream last night, I felt like I was chasing something, like an Indian movie. I ran he ran, I kept quiet he approached. I stayed away from him looking, then woke up in the morning to be achy.

I started to pick up my Sunday morning playlist, not to get into a metal frenzy. But more to the pop songs of the 90's. My gray heart and my nightmare last night were clear, sending my spirit to the bottom of the river.

This time alone my heart was out of sync hearing loud songs. I just want to hear an old song and enjoy my Sunday morning.

At exactly nine in the morning, I started to open a shop. One glass door then rolling door. I snorted annoyed, because it seemed like this rolling door was lacking lubricant, it was very difficult to lift it up. Trying hard I lifted it up to have to go up to the plastic chair because my height is not high.

But there were two possibilities, the chair broke and I fell. It's hard, like something's stuck. Huh! I complained while pulling down this rolling door many times, but it felt useless I took a shower in the morning, my sweat was already pouring kissed my forehead and black eyebrows.

Many times I protested to Miss Rosmini, no service people came.

So my Sunday really sucks, it should have been a holiday. There is no need for less lubricating rolling door scenes. Just bother.

Finally for the common good, the hungry me only opened half the rolling door. Just let it open in half, as I intended this Sunday, Halfheartedly.

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I went to the back kitchen, looking for morning meal to make energy. This time there is only a boiled noodle flavor of soto and an egg.

Okay, okay. It's okay, the important thing is to eat, be full, keep working. I cooked this noodle and then mixed one egg. Added soy sauce and cayenne pepper one seed. It's spicy already in my opinion, because if more than one cayenne seed, I like the fart that sounds over rhythm.

Finished cooking, I brought a bowl of boiled noodles into the store, as it was only half open so it was fine to eat inside the store.

I thought, because Miss Rosmini doesn't know. I grimaced, if I knew I could get angry later and he was chatty.

I sat in my usual place, but as I poked my head. My gaze continued to be fixed on the noodles that were reflecting hot smoke. The smell was poking my nostrils, delicious.

But when I looked up, I saw a pair of legs standing in front of the store.

"Mas, do you want laundry or want to buy a pulse?" ask me while bowing to sound outside.

"Oh there's a guard. I want laundry, Mommy."

That sound? I snorted, before long the man leaned over to get inside the store.

I'm shuffling. He was carrying a fairly large laundry bag. And, put it yourself on the scales.

"Five kilos, Ma'am" he said. I took a note and wrote down the number of kilos, naming the customer as 'Mingguku Troublemakers'

"Which one, Ma'am. Fast or ordinary. When will it be soon, Ma'am?" he asked while looking around the shop.

"Mom, if you want breakfast. Breakfast first, then the noodles go cold" he said attention-grabbing, even the puff of smoke still dancing wildly in my nose.

"Mas, if you want to be fast tomorrow. If it is usually three more days. Tell me which one to choose?" I said as I tapped on the display with the pen.

"If I choose Mbak to be a life companion how, Mommy want?"

Oh my God, this is a person who is a tree dweller anyway. Ngawur.

"Mas, if not answered later I hunted to be a hungry lion. Tell me, will you be quick or ordinary? Or if you don't bring your clothes home again. There must be a washing machine at home. Hush, Hush." I said, shaking my hand.

"Oh yes, I chose a spit. Let's see you tomorrow." She smiles.

"Well, if so come out. It's nota. Don't forget tomorrow's bring."

I thrust his note into the storefront, he looked carefully at my writing, 'Challenger Mingguku.'

He nodded his head, "Tomorrow I'll change this designation to a new one, 'Broker of my heart'."

I almost choked on it. Very confident of this man, my inner self.

"I'm going home, Ma'am. Don't forget the clean and tidy." He slipped his note into his black wallet. Walk a few steps towards the glass door and turn around again. "Good breakfast, Ma'am. May the Sunday be pleasant." he said, lifting up the rolling door that stuck earlier, so easy without coercion, without meaning, and without energy.

I grumbled to myself. "Basar rolling door traitor, same son King obedient. Just as I was asking for mercy! Watch you!" I cursed an innocent rolling door. Now that my emotions had subsided, my gaze was fixed on the boiled noodle pepper that had lost its smoke. It's chill.

Asshallah. My breakfast must be delayed because of the arrival of the buyer, said Bu Rosmini the buyer is King. Must be respectful and polite.

Yowes... Since the coming is really the king's son wants how again and if not want to clean up I've kicked him earlier. So let's just say he's a laundry and pulse seller on Sunday morning.

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I started to finish my breakfast, after that I saw the contents of the laundry bag that Kaysan had brought.

"Surely, these are the clothes." I started unpacking the contents of the bag and there was writing on a piece of paper.

For you Rinjani, wear it. Stop wearing shorts on your knees.

I threw away the note. What do you mean try, he has started to arrange my dress, who is he? I crumpled the paper and started doing my chores. It's just good to be chatty. Uwwws...

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