My mother's a ghost
Part 12's
My mother's a ghost
Part 12's
“Grandma, what is this?” Ask Dusk as it passes through the market hawker seller.
“That's putu mayang cake. Dusk want?” Ask Grandma.
“Enak?”
“But son.” Reply Grandma sure.
“Mau, New.” Dusk shows a cheerful face like finding a new toy.
“What else?”
Dusk spread his gaze on the row of cakes neatly arranged by the seller.
“What is this, Grandma?”
“That's a wajik cake. Tasty. It tastes sweet and savory. Try yes?”
Dusk nodded his head steadily.
“There again?”
Mata Dusk is still guerrilla among snacks that are still warm. There was still a lot he did not know his name and taste.
“Then this, Dusk know?” It was my grandmother's turn to ask.
“That's delicious! Dusk ever bought Mama. But Dusk forgot his name. What stone yes, Grandma?”
“The name is rock bedil. Yes, we bought this too. Klepon Dusk want?”
“Mau! I want to try everything, Grandma.”
“Ya not all. Later the stomach is full even become sick. Tomorrow it's school.”
“But next week play to the market again yes, Grandma. Nyesel never wanted to come to the market. Turns out there are a lot of things selling yes, Nek.”
Grandma gave some money to the market hawker that Dusk wanted to traders. Not to forget Grandma took more for her husband and also her grandson. “Lah yes! In the market, it is also cheap. Just look, you got anything?” They then continued their journey through the market after getting the ingredients to cook later.
“Senja bought the same hairpin Grandma. Make it, Grandma. This is if in the mall the price can be fifteen thousand, Grandma! In the market only three thousand, yes?”
“Traders in the market take fortunately a little, Dusk. Those who sell in the market also have no desire to be rich. At most they are enough for everyday only.”
“Emang Yes, Grandma?”
“Slightly traders in traditional markets who have a background in higher education. If there are, at least a few. They struggle to get their children as high as they can. Try you imagine this cake,” Grandma lifted putu mayang cake from inside a plastic bag given by the merchant. “This mica box costs three thousand rupiah. Consider it a capital of one thousand and five hundred. He can only profit one thousand and five hundred. Have not yet paid the cost of renting a place in the market. Not yet bought gasoline to the market.”
“Poor Yes, Grandma the people who sell.”
“Pity is not. Because they must enjoy this buying and selling activity. They're like this for the family, right? Who pity it if met the trader who was bargained desperately with the buyer. What else if the bargain is used to shopping at the supermarket. Eh so shopping in the market, sadistic atmosphere. Worse yet, the person is proud to be bargained when shopping.”
“Oh if shopping in the market can nawar huh, Grandma? Grandma from earlier kok no nawar?”
“It's cheap. What to bargain for again. Fortunately, there are only a thousand. Then if Grandma nawar, they are not selling her name, but ngasi ask.”
The twilight of the mangosteen heard his Grandmother's explanation.
A second later Dusk saw shorts with cool material. In its shadow, the pants are suitable to be used to relax at home.
“Nek, try asking how much the pants cost?” He whispered to his grandmother.
“Bu, how many pants?”
“If buy one ten thousand. If fifty thousand gets six, Bu.”
Dusk glared at the reply mentioned by the merchant.
“Senja want?”
Dusk showed his teeth with an adorable expression, then nodded his head.
“Let's watch Sena also yes.” Grandma's Order.
“Fifty thousand, Mom. Please color three girls, color boy also three.” Grandma said while offering a piece of blue paper money.
After packing the pants, the trading mother handed over the plastic wrap and received money from Grandma.
“Thank you, Mom. Thank you very much. Thank you yes, beautiful sister.” Said Mother Trade many times.
They continued their journey to the car.
“Nek, I want to cry yes.”
“Why?”
“So the mother who sells pants really said the meaning until so? I'm so moved, Nek.”
“Maybe that mother has not been able to buyer from first open today. So she feels happy.”
***
“Where the hell is it? Very long!” Sena put up a ferocious face when she saw her Big Brother and Grandma come with a lot of shopping bags.
“Shopping kece dong. You think we're a candidate? Nih! Must be laper, huh? If laper he becomes restless, Nek.” Dusk thrust a plastic bag filled with a variety of market snacks, after successfully getting into the car.
Without making a sound Sena hacked into the contents of the plastic bag.
After Grandma put the groceries in the trunk, she immediately occupied the front passenger position.
“Continue how are your walks? What news?” Ask Grandma.
“Nothing, Bun. All safe. Agia also said safe, nothing strange.” Agia's father said with his mouth busy chewing on the warm valve.
“Eh, this phone is still warm. Very nice, Grandma!” Sena Seru.
“Did! Cheap again.” Dusk also did not want to miss tasting the results of their hunt.
“Ma, I will join Mama to the market. I am so happy to go to the market. Mama's with me, right?”
Agia just smiled looking at the behavior of her eldest daughter.
“Nih, I bought pants. Very cheap!” Dusk took out the contents of a black plastic bag.
“How much?” Sena asked without touching her pants, as her hand was still holding the stone knick.
“Fifty thousand get six! Cheap not yet?”
“That's cheap!” Reply Sena.
“Now we go to the store, yes?” Said Agia's father while turning on his car engine.
***
Silvia was astonished, why the Agia family kept coming to the store. Yesterday, parents and children came.
“Halo Dusk, Sena.” Sapa Silvia and Rania.
“May busy, yes?” Ask Agia's father upon entering the store. Dad and Mommy put their bodies on the couch in the store.
“No, Sir. Still morning, no customers came.” Sahut Rania's.
Sena did not let go of Agia's hand for a second. Wherever Sena stepped, beside her there must be Agia.
“Tante, usually if Mama to the store, why?” Sena ventured to ask directly at the core of the topic.
Silvia and Rania looked at each other.
“Ngapain yes? Yeah, sit down for a second. If there is a flower bucket order, the order is checked first with Mama. It's beautiful or not.” Rania explains the activities of Agia in the store.
If by chance there are many orders, Mama also helped. Mama's hand results are still very good compared to Auntes who work here.” Rania added.
Sena walked around the shop.
“Then this flower what is its name, Auntie?” Ask Dusk about the flowers that planted gifts from the Goddess.
“Tante knows his name less. But it was packed with Grandma Twilight and Sena.” Rania again.
The others then turned to Mother Agia.
“Ah, I mean, His Mother Kak Share. Been a long time. Maybe last year.” Connect again.
“Tante Silvi is silent?” Ask Sena cynically.
“Yes, Aunt again not feeling well nih.” Answer doubtful.
Agia then pulled Sena's hand closer to the kitchen. Sena understood that she had to take Agia through the door.
“Mama every to the tea shop it.” Point Agia towards the jar containing tea leaves.
“Grandpa!” Call Sena.
Agia's father rushed towards the kitchen.
“Teh this, Cake.” Agia's father understood what her grandson meant. He then looked for a small plastic so that he could put tea leaves in it. After he succeeded, he then hid it in a bag of pants.
“There's more, Ma?”
“Ke office.” Agia.
“Tante, can I go to the office?” Ask Sena.
“Bby, please.” Silvia did not have the energy because it had suffered a shock due to the act yesterday afternoon. It's wet, let him now enjoy.
Agia closed her eyes trying to remember. “Mama used to drink tea here while checking daily reports from Aunt Silvi.”
“Terus?”
Agia shook her head weakly.
