
Now the clock has shown to the number half-five and from now on Shanin's phone continues to sound a sign of an incoming call, a call from Gita.
Shanin's friend told him to come to the store soon because his working hours would run out.
With a more relaxed after, the woman came out of her contract while carrying a bag in her right hand and then climbed on the motorcycle to ride it.
It took a few minutes for Shanin to arrive in front of a flower shop that had been his workplace not long ago, the woman was able to see the motorbike belonging to two friends who were still parked there.
The woman quickly got off the bike and opened the helmet that had wrapped her head, after which Shanin immediately beat her legs to enter the store.
"Happy data-"
The words from Gita who was now standing in front of him were cut off from seeing the one in front of her, the person she had been waiting for since.
"Jeez Sha! I miss you so much!"
So enthusiastic, Gita immediately hugged Shanin's body tightly. Because the sudden hug given by his friend made the wound on his elbow depressed.
"Awshh, slow down Git."
Shanin tries to release the hug from her friend.
"Eh eh? You why Sha?" Gita asked confusedly hearing Shanin grimacing.
"Geez! What's your hand?!" Then when I realized Shanin's elbow in the bandage.
"Whispering, my hand is okay."
"Why are your eyes! That was you grimacing because of what? Must be because it hurts, right?"
"Well, where are you going?"
Shanin asked as his eyes glanced at every corner of this store to find the whereabouts of one more friend.
"Jawab first asked me this question, what's your hand?"
"Semalem accidentally fell off Git's bike, but now it's okay."
"Can we do it?! If you take a motorcycle, don't be careful."
"Yes-yes I was wrong. Now answer my question, where did you go?"
"The child is too comfortable in the back, if you want to meet him back." Answer Gita.
"But I don't think mending need to deh, be a moment at most he came back here, because his working hours are already abis." Further.
Shanin just nodded her head in response to Gita's words just now, the woman chose to waltz away from her friend.
Shanin is currently sitting in one of the chairs that are usually the seat of customers, but this afternoon there is not a single customer who stopped by.
"That's a damn Git shop." Shanin again let out her voice.
"So late afternoon was pretty rame, quiet because it was late afternoon like that." The answer given by the Gita.
Not long after, there were footsteps approaching them. Shanin's eyes immediately shifted to the source of the sound, it turns out that the sound of footsteps came from Ajeng who walked closer to Shanin and Gita.
"Loh Sha's? You've been here since?" The question came from Ajeng who had just arrived before him.
"About fifteen years ago it's like." Answer Shanin.
"Don't you call me anyway?"
"Say Gita you're snapping out of there too, then she's ngusulin for me to wait here."
"Gita nih sok ngide, if you know from that Shanin was already there, I'll come out from there."
"Yes Jeng, the important thing is that you have met Shanin." The gita defended herself.
"As much as you."
After saying that, Ajeng joined to sit with his two friends while waiting for the minutes of work to end.
"Mending you take your bag in the back now deh Git, so that later we can go directly." Ajeng's proposal to his friend.
The words given by Gita were answered by both. It didn't take long for Gita to pick up her bag that was in the back, after getting the item she was looking for, the woman immediately went back to her friends.
"Udah?" Shanin asked.
"Well, now is yuk? Just two minutes left." Gita said as she stared at her watch.
"Why not?" Shanin asked reassuringly."
"Why not, yuk. The key to your shop is Git?" Ask ajeng."
"Yes, yuk out."
The three walked together out of the store and Gita immediately locked the store, while the two friends behind her were busy chatting.
"Sha, I just realized that your hands are on bandages, why?"
Unlike the expression that Gita gave just now, this time Ajeng asked like that with a relaxed expression.
"Semalem fell down Jeng, it's okay."
"Why can I like that anyway? Next time be careful if you bring a motor."
"Yes-yes I'll be more careful."
"Well talk?"
Suddenly the voice of Gita was present between the conversation of Shanin and Ajeng, the woman was finished with the show locking the shop earlier.
"Have you finished the lock on the shop door?" Instead of answering, Ajeng asked Gita.
"Udah, just walk now."
The three then approached their respective motorcycles, they already had plans to go where.
The three of them walked hand in hand on the city highway this afternoon, the road was quite crowded, considering that it was the hours that people came home from work.
It took about thirty minutes for the three to reach their destination, the mall became their main destination.
More precisely the playground, even though their age is no longer a child, but what is wrong with playing in a place like this?
Among the three, it was Gita who looked very excited, the woman who was not ceaselessly raving about wanting to play any game in there.
"Where was it?"
Shanin asked two of his friends when they had just set foot on the second floor of this mall.
"Buy drink first like, I'm thirsty." Ajeng.
"Yes, I'm thirsty too." Agree Gita.
Shanin only agreed to the request of his two friends, now the three walk into a liquor store with a famous brand in the mall.
Not wanting to linger in there for long, after the three of them got the drink they wanted, the three of them instantly went back out from inside the shop, walking to their main destination, the playground.
"Duh, I think today my savings will be reduced a lot." Gita said on the sidelines of her third step.
"Why not Git, not every day like gini, only occasionally." Shanin responded to Gita's words.
"Tuh tuh said Shanin, besides you are also very frugal even though every day snack mulu." Ajeng.
"Emang I save time." Deny Gita.
"That thou fusseth, there is no peace." Shanin tries to break up the two friends.
"Ajeng tuh." The Gita tries to defend herself.
"Yes-yes I'm wrong." He could only give up on his friend.
After the conversation, the three continued to walk to their main destination with their third hand carrying the drink they had bought.
SERIATE.