Poor Duda

Episode 15's

“Heh.“

“Eh shocked.“

“Shocked right you?“

“Hooh. Serem the hell you,“ said Kintoko saw someone who suddenly approached her. It immediately occurred to me that was not. Many stories about such people, who would rob the valuables of the people of the region, so that would be sad grimaced, even naive.

“Ah time. What?“

“That's gondrong.“

“After robbing yes?“

“Hooh.“

“But I am a motorcycle taxi driver. The middle is kind enough to drive the destination where you want to go.“

“Kok series? Gondrong.“

“It's because it hasn't shaved yet. Where the hell are you going?“

“Kesana.“ Kintoko just play point while giving the address of his partner who wants him to ask for help. He just immediately believed. In his mind, not everyone is bad. Of course, if evil, then it will not be long to live in a crowded area that is full of rules and norms. So that it will control each other for one thing that is unnatural and interferes with the lives of others. Rules are made for that. So many people are certainly comfortable with this situation. And like this time, if he's not right, he's not here for a long time either.

“Ya come on, I'll drop off.“

“Yes do not want.“

“Away.“ Kintoko imagined, although still one city name, but for the size he said, it certainly takes time. Although it arrived, but long. Even the destination, can be reached by foot only. Moreover, the road inside this city, was also very good. On this beautiful morning, the streets are very nice. While healthy. Only for bodies that ride overnight, even though they can sleep, but not the best conditions. So it would be healthier if the rest of the body recovers whose bones meet each other when there was a shock on the bus last night.

“Kan can pay dear.“

“That's what I don't have money for,“ Kintoko explained.

“Ya already, mending we just copy, right?“ he gave a solution, so that a beautiful day for the first time stepped on in another area, will feel very warm for the sake of that morning.

“Mana?“

“Tuh, many sell.“

Called a coffee seller in a cradle. There are many types of coffee. There's red, brown, black. A bunch. Indeed, in seeking fortune not a few people are willing to do so. It is morning, cold must be ready to bring goods that are not light, for the sake of some money that is meaningful to the family left behind. For the first time, it's not much, maybe even just one. But seeing a lot of fans, then some people follow, so it is now a kind of tradition, if stepping on foot in the area is certainly someone who does this.

Bring a hot water flask. Just loud. Later if it is directly refilled. Either cook, or just put the ones from the gallon hot only.

The mother immediately picked up a large amount of plastic cups. It's arranged in a place that's crammed into each other. Then take the saccet coffee that fans love. Then pour it into that glass. Only then in the hot water from the flask that from the lips of the flask was pouring water with the pump on the top cover.

“Nah gini is cool.“

“Iya.“

“Take a meal. There is rice, ketupat, also bread yesterday.“

Enjoy that water. Little expensive. But for once as cold as this morning, it didn't matter to have breakfast.