My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter LXII

"Kale of a thousand and five hundred. Still fresh!" shouted a female salesman. Sounding from his dialect, he was from Adonara Island, a village with Fendi. They are from the same island.

"Three goods twenty thousand, one ten thousand." It was a promotional sound from a radio funnel that was recorded and played over and over again. Seen a merchant promoting kitchen items made of plastic materials and so on.

"God! Wagner! Werrie!" The sound of the conjaculate (conductor) echoed in search of passengers who had a destination to Weri Village and who were in the same direction.

The atmosphere of Inpres Larantuka Market is so boisterous crowded by visitors who come from various regions. The thumping music, various types of sounds and toxic gases that come out of the chimney of motor vehicles, add to the increasingly boisterous atmosphere-low.

The visitors jostle, squabble under the scorching sun, but do not detract from the spirit to make a living. As the saying goes, where there is sugar, there are ants.

"Om Domi, how are you?" sapa Tari on a merchant who was chewing betel nut. Seen her lips flushed.

"Eh, Oa Dance. Good news," replied Om Domi, while spitting betel which was being chewed into black plastic. Smiling shows a row of black teeth due to eating betel nut mostly.

"Om .. five-tailed salted fish, yes." His hands are agile to choose salted fish and other items that want to be purchased at the outlet.

Salt one kilogram, onion three kilograms, garlic and ginger two kilograms each. Om Domi quickly weighed the items that Tari had chosen.

"Om, these red onions are a lot of broken ones. Can I just take everything, Om?" tanya Tari when she saw a red onion that was placed separately.

"Want to?" Dance nodded.

"Take it. Nor can I sell it."

However, Tari felt disinclined. He asked, "How many kilos are there, Om?"

"That's two kilos" replied Om Domi.

"Let me half price huh, Om?"

"Take it, Oa. You are my regular customer. So, it's okay." Smiling dance. Her heart was happy to hear Om Domi's answer.

Dance takes money out of the wallet. He handed out fifty thousand pieces. The money changed hands. After calculating the price that needed to be paid, Om Domi returned the money tray to him.

Mariana, who was standing next to Tari, only noticed the interaction between the two. Both of his hands were already full of plastic packages. She just becomes a Dance accompaniment to shop for their kitchen needs. He was quite amazed by the policy of Dance in choosing and bidding the price of goods.

Ever since Tari lived with her, she had never again shopped for kitchen necessities and so on. The price of sanitary napkins alone he does not know because Dance provides everything. One thing he learned from Dance today is that it is wise to bargain for goods and to recognize the merchant. Whether the trader is honest or not.

"Original!" call Mariana. He walked sideways as he broke through some visitors who were picking things at the booth that sold kitchen items.

His footsteps deserved to swing after the Dance that had been in front. Dance stopped her steps after hearing her name called. She turned her head, seeing her brother having trouble carrying their groceries. He himself could not help because both hands were full of groceries.

"Ouch! We better rent a truck, all the contents of the market take it home," said Mariana while putting her groceries on the ground, after standing in front of Tari.

"We don't have a party, why buy so much stuff?" tanyakanya.

"Tomorrow, we have guests. So, as the host, we must provide the best dishes" replied Tari.

"Well, but, 'will buy this much. What's this bad red onion to take?" Mariana was still dissatisfied.

"More, too, huh?" Mariana scratched her head that was not itchy.

"Even if the guest is not someone else, your future-in-law. Won't Tata serve them grilled bananas?" Dance stabbed at Mariana's waist, just teasing the girl.

Mariana chuckled amusedly. "What harm? That's, isn't our food a village? After all, Alo likes to eat baked bananas, fried bananas, boiled bananas, bananas ...."

"Can't! The first impression in front of the prospective in-laws is very important. Don't let them look down on us! Good thing you don't have a mother-in-law. If you get a mother-in-law like Dita's mother. They'll bully you every day."

Dance submissive to lift her groceries, as well as Mariana. They then set the pace of looking for a transport that would take them home to mom.

Dance immediately teased her sister, she said, "Last night, I heard someone call. The whispers of love as sweet as ABC soy sauce on the edge of the stairs."

Mariana smiled. That's Andreas. Two weeks ago after Mariana's return from Maumere, the man called for the first time even on his father's orders. Saying that, tomorrow the male side family will meet with the Mariana family. There were no sweet words in their conversation, unlike what Tari said.

"The word!" Dance stopped the move. He looked at Mariana. Put the stuff on the ground.

"I borrowed one, huh?"

"Huh?"

"Hap!" The dance seemed to catch something from Mariana's eyes. He then opened his palm, then showed it to Mariana. While the girl just stood confused looking at her sister's behavior.

"The eyes have a lot of heart out. So, I borrowed one." Mariana footjumped Dance. They both laughed.

Dari happily teased her sister. 'Once in a while, right?'

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The musical thump of the audio of the shuttles they were riding, was quite deafening and chest-throbbing for those who were not strong enough to withstand the vibrations of the bass from the audio. That is the hallmark of public transportation in the city of Larantuka. It is said that if the *c*ar audio system is not good, passengers are reluctant to ride it, alias will not sell. Sounds weird, but that's the truth.

So that the owner of the transportation can spend up to dozens of millions of rupiah to simply fix the audio. Numbers that are not small.

The transportation they were riding was singing Lamaholot songs. Mariana and Tari were sitting near the entrance.

"Ana, how are you? Long time no see you" said a passenger as Mariana placed her ass on the seat.

Mariana smiled after recognizing who reprimanded her. It turns out that Yanti is the son of Peni who is said to be cheating on her grandmother with someone's husband. Did ya? I don't know. He doesn't care about people. One that he knew, before his eyes now, the woman was being contained. His stomach was not big yet, but it was already prominent.

"Praise God, I'm good. Yanti how are you?"

Yanti smiling. But his eyes look sad. "I'm good too" he said.

They did not tell me anymore, because the transportation began to crowded with passengers. Not long after, the transportation departed from the Larantuka Express Market. That afternoon, Mariana and Tari went home to Mama's house.

Arriving at home, they were greeted by mama and grandma with a dish that had been served on the table. There while shrimp, vegetable kale sauteed terasi and fish pombal black fried cooked tomato. Mama's house grew lively after Fendi came home from school, then joined them at the dinner table.