One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 9

Harum has finished his work. Wash dishes used for breakfast, wash clothes and dry them. After that, he prepared to cook.

Harum plans to cook soto. The mother-in-law told him that Hangga liked soto without coconut milk.

When opening the refrigerator, Harum sighed disappointed because the chicken stock in the refrigerator was up. He sat on the terrace waiting for the vegetable maker, but until ten, the waiting vegetable maker did not go through his house.

“It looks like a vegetable brother again holiday sales, Tea,” said Ebah, an ART next door neighbor.

“In addition to that vegetable brother, is there no more vegetable seller, Teh?” ask Harum.

“There, but far away. It is in the back village of this housing,” sahut Ebah.

“Teh Ebah knows the place? Can you tell me, where is the way?” said Harum enthusiastically. He was determined to make his favorite soto.

“If from here, the front intersection that turns left continues to walk until you meet three more crossroads just turn left again. At the end of the game there is a ball field. After the field was called Turmeric village, there was a vegetable seller. Not far away, from the ball field,” bright women whose hair is ponytailed.

“Oh, so. Thank you yes, Teh, the information,” Harum said with a smile. The information from Ebah was very valuable to him.

“Teteh want to buy vegetables there?” lontar Ebah's.

“Iya, because the chicken stock in the refrigerator is up.”

“What's up to there?”

“Jalan foot only.”

“If you walk tired, Tea. The place is far.”

For the sake of Hangga, long distance was not a problem. Let alone road, sea road or air will certainly be taken Harum as long as he can.

“Neither papa, far too important until.” Harum smiled at the girl who was likely younger than Harum.

After locking the door, Harum went to the location of the vegetable seller on foot. Apparently true what Ebah said, the place is very far away.

It was fragrant to glance at the bracelet-shaped wristwatch from his father-in-law. When leaving earlier, the time on the watch shows ten o'clock past ten. Twenty minutes walk, he has not seen any vegetable stalls.

Let alone stalls, the ball field is not visible. Ebah said the stall was not far from the ball field.

The long journey to the vegetable seller did not make him complain at all. It is very excited. Imagining Hangga will eat his homemade soto greedily, making his spirit rise many times.

Finally Harum also arrived at the stall that looked already deserted from the crowd of mothers. Maybe because it was noon, it was past the time for vegetable shopping mothers. It took thirty-five minutes for Harum to get to the shop.

Fragrant immediately bought the necessary kitchen needs. Luckily the chicken meat that became the main purpose is still in the stall. Imagine if it had gone a long way, it turns out the chicken has been sold out. How pity the feet Fragrant.

After finishing buying her kitchen needs, Harum returned home on foot. On the way home, he saw several children playing a chase on the road near the field. Coinciding with the emergence of a speeding motor sport.

A child is almost hit by a motorbike if Harum does not immediately pull it. Naas, the action actually made Harum fall on the ground rocks.

The little ones shrouded Harum and helped him stand up. The biker also stopped to help Harum.

“Mbaknya ndak anything?” asked the motorcyclist after removing the helmet and getting off the bike, then hurriedly approached Harum.

“Nothing,” sahut Harum without seeing the motorcyclist's man.

The man wearing a white T-shirt overlaid with an army green jacket and jeans was crouching in front of Harum. “Sorry I accidentally. I was in a hurry,” regretted it.

Fragrance does not. He felt the back of his hand hurt. Sure enough, there was a scuff wound there, probably from being scratched by a stone or gravel. The scraping wound was bleeding, though not much. It is fragrant to blow his wound to reduce the soreness.

“Mbaknya bleed.” The man was about to grab Harum's hand to check his wound, but was immediately pushed aside by Harum.

“Do not touch me!” fragrant Salak.

Harum who had been looking down on his wound, now raised his face to look at the man who was crouching in front of him.

The man was stunned by the fragrant reaction and looked at the black-thorched woman with the pink hijab without blinking.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to ...”

“Nothing,” cut Fragrant quickly before the man finishes his sentence. “After all this is only a minor injury,” he continued.

“Where does he live? Let me drive you home,” bargain the man.

“Not thank you,” reject Fragrance.

The fragrant who felt fine was intending to continue his steps home. However, just two steps into walking, he felt pain in his legs. It seemed like the falling incident also sprained his legs.

“Let me take her home yes,” said the man when he saw the halted steps Harum.

“No need, thank you.” Harum refused again.

“It looks like his leg is also hurting. Can you walk up to the house with legs so?”

“Insyaallah can, my home is close to kok,” sahut Harum fast.

At first glance Harum looked at the man who was now standing watching him. The man is tall. If measured, its height may be below that of the Hanges. His skin is white with slightly squinty eyes. Her hair cut off Keanu Reeves's legs while playing in Speed.

The most fragrant attention is the way the man speaks. The man uses Indonesian, but the regional dialect is very thick. From the way he spoke, Harum guessed the man came from the Javanese Tribe.

The man noticed Harum who returned to step foot with a limp.

“Ah, I'm not sure you can go home with a limp leg like that. If you can, it will be pain. Come on, let me just drop off,” said the man whose name was not yet known.

“Mas, can you please buy plaster first,” Harum said as the man began to accompany his steps.

“Plester?”

“Ya, for this.” Harum pointed at the blisters on the back of his hand.

“OK. The mother wait here. Don't go anywhere. I bought plaster first.”

After asking the group of children who are still in the TKP about the location of the stall, the man darted with Honda sports bike type CBR 150R green complete with helmet binoculars are also green.

It looks like the guy is green. Inner Fragrant.

After the green man left, Harum continued his steps. He deliberately told the man to buy plaster because he did not want to be delivered home by the man whose face was quite handsome.

“Bismillah.” Smells blur.

Tearing up the rustling pouch, with a limping step restraining the pain in his legs, he swung slowly at his pace.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was stinging so hot. Plus the black color gamis he wore, making it even more rage to pour sweat on his body.

“Yes, God give your servant strength.” It is good to pray in the heart.

From the opposite direction, there was a white Beat motor driving.

"Neng,” greeted the motorcyclist when he passed by Harum.

A fragrant who walked down, then raised his head. “Bu RT's. Where are you going, Ma?” greet Harum kindly.

Two weeks living in the residence of Hangga, not many housing residents he knew except some of his neighboring ART and Bu RT.

“I want to go to the shop. Vegetable seller off sale,” sahut mom who wears a negligee tombrang bat model combined with a long instant hijab turmeric color.

“Iya, Mom. This is also I just came home from warung.”

“Neng Fragrant walk?”

“Iya, Mum.”

“Then, I take Neng Harum home first.” The fat mother turned the motor.

“Eh, no need, Mom,” says Harum sung.

“Already, nothing. Far away, on foot. I saw Neng also hurt her leg again. Come, Neng!” The woman in her forties turned her motor.

Although hesitant because of the troublesome worry, Harum decided to accept the offer. It is not good to refuse the offer of Bu RT who has rotated the direction of the motor. His feet were sore after all.

And what makes him more worried is if the biker guy first came back and found it and then forced to drive it home.

“Thank you very much, Ms. RT. So it's not good because it's troublesome,” said Harum when he went up to the boncery.

“Nothing. We ‘kan should help each other,” said Bu RT was friendly.

Harum vowed, if there will be an election RT, he will re-elect the husband of Bu RT as his RT. The promise of fragrance in the heart.