NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 7: THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE CITY

Puspa and his two children subsequently lived unlike the previous order, the distance of the house with a place to sell also turned out to affect the ability of Puspa in terms of dividing time. But still never give up to keep trying. Puspa also listened to Andini's advice for them to have a motorcycle to facilitate mobility in terms of transportation sales Puspa also shortened the time of course.

Thanks to Puspa's closeness with Tatik, also a thick friendship between Naila and Andini. They also get the convenience to browse the memorandum of sale and purchase of land in the city of Bandung. The place is quite far from the city center, it can even be said that it is a suburb, and even sorry that the place is close to the localization complex of women and prostitution.

Puspa had no other choice, considering that only the land that her late husband had bought for her and the children. So with capital borrowed from the bank with guarantees SK and her husband's pension. Puspa can now build a simple house with a size of 10x17 consisting of two rooms, one kitchen, a family room without a living room, considering the building is not large, because the building is not large, but enough for them to stay to shelter in the hot and rainy heat.

Two years on, Nandang had already grown into a handsome teenager in a gray-white uniform. But still loyal to his bike to go to school and fulfill all his activities. Puspa is no longer the manager of the canteen of course. But it remains a cake maker as it was when they were still in the village. And still do every dawn at 3 to be done in the morning. Nandang remained unashamed to bring the cake to be tucked away in the school cafeteria.

“Nandang...my mom can order cake or not. He said he wanted to have that at home.” Ghea Nandang's close friend suddenly approached when the break time arrived. In 1st grade they were in class. But not now, they have different classes. But not to make them both familiar.

“Oh certainly can Ghea. You tuliksan here yes, what message and for what day and hour?” Nandang gave Ghea a piece of paper.

“What is this love letter?” serobot Ratna, pulling a piece of paper in Ghea's hand that he had finished writing and will be handed over to Nandang.

“Ih.. You what the hell is Rat..?” Berang Ghea put the paper already crushed by Ratna.

“Hah. Everyone knows you like Nandang. How ugly you guys are. Tiny-little already girlfriend-dating.” Cerocor Ratna on Nandang and Ghea who still stood looking at each other and confused with what Ratna said.

“What the hell is it?”

“It's not necessary in tangepin, rewrite it. If you just said later I forgot.” Cuek Nandang did not care about Ratna whose face was like a cooking shrimp, because she was ashamed that her accusations were not responded to by the two.

Three days later Nandang had reached Ghea's house. To deliver Ghea's mother's order.

“Nandang. Aunt titp food for you guys ya.”

“Do not bother aunt.”

“Ga papa's. Aunty messages a lot. Wait for aunt to pack first.” Friendly mom Ghea on Nandang. Which of course has received a lot of criticism from Ghea, that Nandang is the son of a widow whose life only relies on the rest of the pension salary that has been cut by debt.

Nandang spurred his bike full of enthusiasm, how not he was already in stock chicken opor, potato chili also other vegetables. Nandang could not wait to share it with his mother and sister. Until he did not realize he was too fast to spur his bike, until he could no longer break the speed of the wheel, until he hit a woman rather fatigued walking rather olyng.

“Tante... aunt... beware... aunt... awaaasss.!!!!” Nandang's bike has no horns, nor are there any cranes. So that yelling is only people think. He's not talking to whom.

“Aduuuh... basic breng sek...!!!” furious women who have been successful sitting with the position of the legs stretched out on the asphalt, causing injury to the elbow of the woman.

“Aduh.. sorry aunt. Sorry Nandang was not accidentally.”

“Sorry. sorry. Do you think you're sorry you could make this wound go bad? Help me stand.” The difficulty is in Nandang which, although new class XI or second class High School, but , has a proportional posture.

“I.iiya. Sorry aunt sorry.” Nandang painstakingly lifted the body to stand up successfully.

“Tante. When did I marry you, huh. Take me home.” Her request.

“Ah... but . Anu..”

“Why do you want to run from responsibility, you little boy, play hit and then want to escape. At least you should give me money to buy this wound medicine.”

“Wah.. I have no money aunt.”

“Lying...!!!” He reached into the pocket of Nandang pants.

“Ja.. do not aunt.” Nandang Whine.

“This what..?” The aunt had already managed to get the contents out in Nandang's pocket.

“Good, follow me.” He said with footsteps that were not as normal as earlier, not limping because of the rigors of the collision of the Nandang bicycle earlier.

Nandang had entered in a building in the high gate. And how amazed Nandang, it turns out there is a large building inside, and many cars parked in it. On the side are also many houses like a complex with buildings that average shape. Nandang really does not think that there is human life in there, even solid can be said. He thought the high pottery with the outside growing in high weeds was uninhabited. It turns out that even ru.”mah is more than 20 buildings.

“Park your bike there.” The woman's orders in a rather loud tone.

“Iiya.” Nadang agfak was confused. With the package of food given by Ghea's mother earlier. Want to be brought afraid of being asked, put outside also afraid in the gondola cat.

“A long time anyway... why? Want to run..?”

“Oh.. ti .. no aunt.” Reply Nandang finally brought the package resigned. It is better to eat food than animals.

The aunt took out a P3K box and gave it to Nandang.

“Nih... quickly treat lukaku.” His order. MUngkin because of the shape of the body tambunhya, making the woman a little difficult to reach the injured elbow. Nandang began to clean the woman's wounds carefully and carefully.

“What's your name? Ask.

“Nandang, aunt.”

“Where is your home?

“On the right of the front intersection was aunt.”

“Still school?”

“Iya second class SMA.”

“Day with whom?”

“Emak and sister.” Answer in a short and clear manner.

“Your father?”

“Sudaj 7 years passed away aunt.”

“Innalilahiwainaliirojiun.” The answer.

“What does your mother do?”

“Nothing, aunt. Just a month of cake.” Answer Nandang again.

“Hah…? Selling cookies? What cake?”

“Baked bread and fried bread, for-to-name.”

“Times just selling cakes is enough to support you.”

“Alhamdulilah. So far enough just aunt.”

“Say to your mother, aunt has a job that will make a lot of money quickly and not tired.” Bargain the fat lady to Nandang.

Seriate…