Not Ready to Get Married (Bad Boy VS Good Girl)

Season 4 Part 23

On Sunday, I want to sell more chips. That way I'm faster to get money to pay for SPP. I'm out of the house. I step foot. I accidentally saw not far from Axel's little house there was a house next to him that had just moved. Looks like he's a hassle. I tried to get to him to say hello to my new neighbor.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said I.

"Wa'alaikumsallam" he answered.

A man wearing glasses, curly-haired kribo, there's a mole on the cheek. Geeky. That's how I judge it.

"New brother's moving?" my many.

"Yes, meet me, Gerry Renaldi" he replied, introducing himself.

"I'm Aara Amelia, glad to meet my sister" I said.

Gerry seemed to have trouble lifting his cardboard, almost the cardboard fell, fortunately I immediately held it. My hand accidentally held her hand, our eyes intertwined with each other.

"I'm sorry, I'm troubling you" Gerry said.

"Eh, yes Brother, no papa," I replied.

I immediately took my hand away from her. And still help him put the cardboard in. Holding Bobo in the back, I helped him put things that I could easily put in.

"It's over, thanks to Aara" Gerry said.

"Yes, equally," I said.

"Is that your son?" ask Gerry.

"Yes" I replied briefly. This question will not be inevitable every time you meet anyone. I'm used to it. Even though people will blaspheme me. What matters is that Bobo is safe with me. Thankfully, Gerry didn't ask anything else.

"Where are you going?" ask Gerry.

"I want to sell chips around," I said.

"Chips sales? carrying baby?" ask Gerry. She saw me having trouble carrying a baby while carrying things. I look like I'm still a teenager.

"Yes, why?" my many.

"Can I help?" ask Gerry. He couldn't bear to see me carry all that.

"What's not troublesome, brother? I'm used to selling myself" I replied.

I don't want to trouble a lot of people just because I look troubled. It's common for things like this to happen to me and people judge like that. But I am still excited and do not want to be pitied.

"No, I'm bored at home, all of you want to know the area here" Gerry said.

I just want to take a walk around our house. Maybe you memorize the road and see what's in the area.

"Okay," I said.

I walked with Gerry by the side of the road. First take the chips first to Bu Teti's house. After that we started selling while walking on the side of the road.

"How come you sell like this every day?" ask Gerry.

"Yes, this job is the easiest for me to get, I'm not talented at any other job" I replied.

"That's in black plastic what?" ask Gerry. He asked me if the black plastic I was holding looked big and heavy.

"Aren't you sure you want to know?" my many.

"Yes" replied Gerry.

"Daleman," I said.

"What's? you sell like that too?" gerry asked in surprise. Turns out I'm not just selling chips but selling other stuff.

"Yes, I need fast money, this way I can get additional, while selling chips can sell from all of you," I replied.

Gerry was silent for a moment thinking about my words. He seemed overwhelmed to hear all of my words. Maybe a kid of my age has been a hard worker.

"Don't pity me, brother, I'm fine" I said.

"Is your life that hard?" ask Gerry.

"Then why sell like this, let your parents only look for money" said Gerry.

"I'm an orphan, if I don't sell like this, I have to do what work, abstain if I have to sell myself, mindzalik nauzubillah," I replied.

"How can I be proud of you, even if your life is difficult but you still work hard to get halal money" Gerry said.

I'm just smiling. My life is hard, but I don't want to make my life complicated. Let it be difficult in the world, not in the hereafter, too.

One place to another I offer my merchandise. Out of nowhere know how many people have sprung up who bought my merchandise until it runs out. Glad my trade is out, I can pay SPP.

"Alhamdulillah," I said thankfully.

"Your trade is up" said Gerry.

"Yes, brother, let me buy food, but I have a lot of benefits" I asked.

"OK, but next time, today let me pay, let's just say the celebration of moving my new house," said Gerry.

I'm nodding. I thought Gerry would take me to a meal at a warteg but at a big restaurant. I sat in front of the restaurant. I've never eaten in a restaurant that big, just seen in Korean dramas or soap operas.

"Let's go in Aara" Gerry asked.

"Eat here? what's not an expensive? we eat in warteg only, Kak, I've been used to eating there," I persuaded. I don't want to trouble Gerry. Eating at a restaurant is expensive.

"Often we eat here" said Gerry.

"But ...," I said. Suddenly Gerry took my hand, pulling me inside the restaurant. Just set foot inside that elite restaurant. Some people saw my hick appearance. Wearing worn clothes and flip-flops. Not to mention carrying plastic containing Bobo equipment. They also looked at Gerry who was not much different from me. A security approached us.

"You're begging not here, wrong place!" security scolds. He doubted our ability because our performance was simple. Moreover, I carry plastic and carry a bobo as if a beggar.

"I'm not a beggar sir" I said. But once the security told the beggar even though I was poor I could not beg. Hands up are better than down.

"Your security guard is tired of work? I can get you out of this restaurant!" cry Gerry. He looked angry and threatened the security.

"Beggars are just doling, open your eyes, this is an elite restaurant, only rich people eat here" security said.

I tugged at the shirt on Gerry's arm. Ask him to end the debate and better go outside. I don't want the security to insult Gerry.

"So we eat in warteg only," I said.

Gerry held my hand, like trying to hold me back.

"Don't eat, pay everyone's bills here I can afford!" gerry's Strict.

I'm appalled. Gerry spoke loudly at the security.

"Ha ha ha, funny. There are beggars dreaming in broad daylight" said the security guard.

Gerry looked at the security with a cold look. He pulled my hand, walked towards the cashier. The security was following us. He tried to prevent us. Gerry stood in front of the cashier. Ask the cashier to count all the bills that eat at that hour.

"The total is 78 million 9 hundred thousand" said the cashier.

"What's 78 million 9 hundred thousand?" I'm appalled. A great deal. Let alone 78 million, one million I rarely hold. Once a year at least once it was because the kepepet in arrears pay SPP.

Gerry took out his wallet, an infinite visa credit card, a credit card used by the rich. I don't know what a credit card looks like just thinking he's paying with a ID. I watched it. The cashier immediately swiped the credit card on the EDC machine. In a matter of minutes, it all paid off easily. I stroked his chest softly. Almost my heart was going to fall out. Imagine 78 million? 1 Million to pay SPP I can't afford.

"This is the boss's credit card" said the cashier gave Gerry a credit card back.

Gerry takes his credit card and approaches the security behind him.

"You see! I've proven to you that I can eat in this place, so next time don't consider a bad person like me as inappropriate to enter this restaurant" Gerry said.

Security just lowered his head. He was really ashamed and guilty.

"Sorry sir, I'm presumptuous, already insulting and degrading you" said the security guard. He is very embarrassed and feels guilty for humbling himself, even though the rich do not need to look like rich people. There are a lot of rich people out there who look simple. Do not judge anything from the outside.

Gerry didn't say anything back, he turned to me. Pulling my hand towards the empty chair. We sat in that chair.

"See all the food you want" Gerry said.

I'm still dumbfounded not knowing what to say it feels like a dream. Apparently Gerry is not a random person.