My Lovely Onion

Red onion

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It was getting late and there was nothing else they did but tell each other about their childhoods. It is a rare moment for both of them to share their stories with memories until the dzuhur adzan reverberated between the pepohohohan sayups that were swaying due to the wind.

"I pray downstairs, are you coming or are you going to wait here?." Bian asked while struggling to straighten his body.

"I'm coming, but wait in the car." Sezi said by helping the man to put his crutches together.

The two walked out of the backyard. Sezi closed the door of the house and followed Bian's footsteps who continued to walk towards where he parked his car when he arrived.

"Away from here?."

"No, it's down here." Bian pointed to the settlement that was under their house.

"Here the atmosphere is still better than in the lower area." What Bian means is the house of his brother.

"But far from the shopping mall." Sezi said as he looked at the row of old houses along the road to the mosque.

"No problem, at least it can still be reached if you want to."

Sezi nodded his head in agreement, "But you like to hang out in that place."

"No, I've been there twice. The first is because buy gadgets and the second is the same as you." Honestly while slowing down the speed of the car he was driving when entering the mosque courtyard is green extinct.

"You wait here?." Bian asked before lowering his legs.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Wouldn't try the cendol dawet there?." Barawannya while pointing to small stalls peddling fried foods and hodgepodge in the corner of the mosque.

"Just wait for you to finish."

"okay."

Bian passed by, leaving Sezi sitting alone in the car. Honestly, the woman felt bad because she did not wear a veil like Bitha but not with Sarah who still likes to be open and closed.

Almost eighteen minutes he waited for Bian, before long the man appeared with great difficulty carrying a box of food that was distributed by one of the worshippers as alms.

Sezi immediately went down and ran to help the man down the three steps that became the footing as well as the sacred boundary between the floor of the mosque with paving blocks below it.

Bian stared at how the woman kept bowing her face while helping her to step down while holding the white box.

"Why?. Afraid of the sun?." The candle when both of them got into the car.

"No."

"Keep why nduk-nunduk so rich nyari money ilang."

Sezi gave her a sharp glare as if wanting to swallow her alive.

"What do you get?."

Sezi opened a white box containing rice and side dishes that look so tempting to eat immediately.

"What's inside?." Bian asked as he glanced at the box on Sezi's lap, "Barakallah, it's good. Donk, bribe."

Sezi removed the spoon hook layered with a piece of tissue to feed the man next to him.

"Where are we going, Non?." Bian asked as he turned his wheel out of the mosque courtyard.

"Search for ice boba." He said while busy releasing the shrimp skin on the fried sambal with his hands.

"Ready."

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Other place,

"Where are you going Bith?." Sarah asked Bitha who was stirring ice jelly mixed with lychee in the container.

"Talk the same to you." The two laughed together, their thoughts as if connected to each other.

"So who's two kids?." Ask Sarah, giggling.

"Don't know, kid's picking up times." Bitha is no less confused with Sarah.

"So where are they?."

"They're looking at the house." Bitha finally said honestly.

"Home?." Sarah looks so curious.

"It's a long way from here."

"Where?."

"The area of ***************."

"Seriously?."

"Can't that kid make a house there?."

"That Bian said is good for him ama Sezi breed."

"That's what he wants to make that kid bunting."

"You thought it was a cat, bunting!." Bitha said as she lined up the glass on the tray.

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The two lovebirds had really enjoyed their leisure time. No cell phone sounds other than to check email.

"Bi, stop by for a while at the front shophouse huh." His request to Bian who didn't ask what it was for.

"Start." Sezi walked towards an outlet displaying his syar'i clothes.

Bian smiled when he saw how the woman came out wearing pasmina like most women today. Although it has not been closed syar'i himself is very grateful that the woman wants to lower her ego slowly.

"Udah yuk!." Sezi closed the door and put on his seatbelt but there was no movement from the driver. "Loh!. Not going?." He asked when he turned to look at Bian who was smiling looking at him.

"Dad?."

"Pretty." Bian said with a sweet smile and it succeeded in making Sezi cluck.

"I am beautiful from the orok kali. It's just your eyes that are unconscious." He half-sniffled.

"Yes, I'm not aware that the little boy smells of the sun can also make me sibling."

Sezi shifted his eyes to not be twisted deeper because of the spicy mouth charm that made his defensive fort eroded.

"Why are you still on, let's go." His ink was then carried by his handsome driver.

"Let's go boba!."

Along the way there was only a faithful radio voice filling the void between the two. Rows of songs are rotating in turns and punctuated by the voice of the announcer that makes the atmosphere warmer.

"Bi, if we don't marry what would you do?." Sezi asked on the sidelines of the city traffic jam.

Bian raises his shoulders as a signal that he also does not know what will happen to him at that time. "So a pasikopat maybe." Say it with raised eyebrows.

"Why, why try?." Sezi bergidig horrified.

"Yes, I'm the kind of person who doesn't give up and give up easily. If the way of witchcraft is definitely a polytheist so I choose a psychopath is safer."

"It's just as crazy."

"Indeed, but the mechanism is different." It was clearly what made Sezi shake his head. "What's important is to get you."

"That's great, rich there's no other girl."

"That's not there, in my eyes it's just you. How could anyone else want to look?."

Bian pulled his car right in front of a current booth that sold drinks with chewy balls inside.

"You want to?."

"Just like that." Bian took out a debit card and handed it to Sezi and immediately made the woman grieve.

"No card here." The woman took out her pouch and left Bian who still did not understand her words.

"Well, not many roadside booths that already use EDC?." He murmured while scratching his non-itchy eel.

Eight minutes and Sezi returned with two cups of matcha in his hand.

"What if he doesn't have an EDC machine?." Ask Bian curiously.

"There are, but it is better to use cash so you can exchange small money. Huh!." Sezi showed the contents in his pouch which turned out to contain fractional money with various nominal.

"A collection or what?." Bian was so astonished by the woman beside him who turned out to be fond of collecting broken money.

"This has become a habit, from the time of High School if again lunch outside it must be someone who is singing while singing if not while njajain crackers that, nyamperin, friends right on the malls because their money is usually big-gede, sometimes even some in usilin so like to kasian. Well this is the function to give thanks to that people continue to be laughing until now." He obviously sipped his matcha.

Bian immediately became aware of why the girl seemed to have many friends even though her behavior was beyond reasonableness. In the past he could only see the ugliness that existed in his wife, but now it no longer exists. He is the one who is struggling to get his heart back.

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tbc.