Real Story
Chapter 9 There's No Mistake in Trying Part 2
"aamiin.." she answered by peeping my forehead.
How not mlehoy and cheeks become red, there is only what Mas Udin did to me. Although it has been almost 4 years married, but if in the wombalin or kissed, my cheeks will heat up because of embarrassment.
At 11 pm we finally finished doing everything, after that clean hand wash, foot wash and face wash and then go for a break.
Maybe he was tired, I didn't hear the dawn prayer. Even when I saw the sunlight from the window of my room, I was shocked because Mas Udin was not awake.
"Mas.. astaghfirullah. wake up.. already this afternoon, we have bad luck... not heard the sound of the morning prayer!" I kept shaking Mas Udin's body.
He who was shocked just blinked his eyes, suddenly immediately woke up and dragged me out of the room.
"Mas.. heh, why? you why the hell? you're dreaming?" The confused me continued to strafe him with questions.
"Well, he said it was noon, yes let's help me be ready to sell"
"ohh.. kirain kesambet what hahaaa, yes wash your face first what pee first so let me realize" I told him while pushing him into the bathroom, let's not daze.
While waiting for Mas Udin in the bathroom, because long, I'm sure Mas Udin must have defecated again.
Immediately I make warm tea, because of bad luck I became confused to do first. I'll just grab a broom, but Athar's mumpung hasn't woken up yet.
"This is the tea, the first drink is ready" I said as I gave a large glass of warm tea.
"iya ma, thank you, I was also like not aware of dragging you, hahaha sorry yes, because of this bad luck for sure, hahaha"
"well, that's why I told you to wash your face first, let it be aware, hahahaha" my laughter was no less loud when remembering what happened just now.
"yeah yuk, it's as dry as possible to put the white box container, later I promote" he said as he moved out.
"yes..."
PoV Udin
Alhamdulillah now my wife began to make snacks that can be sold, he said his name was seblak dry.
Whatever he does is still on the right path, I will always support him.
"yeah, this is all ready, mas go first, pray all the bestsellers, assalamu'alaikum"
"iya mas, aamiin, waalaikumsalam" he replied as he kissed the back of my hand in reverence.
My first goal in the market, because in front of the market there is an SD as well, so usually will be a lot of people passing by.
I see from a distance, there are already some of my sales friends who want to. Wow lose quickly me.
"sad tumben, usually also the school has not started, has come, hahaha" said my friend seller cilok.
"yes, it was bad luck waking up hehe" I scratched my head that did not itch.
After a few minutes, the time I was waiting for came as well, the school children's rest hours.
"thumb mas, 2000, don't use ketchup, uh this is what's in the container?" ask a student who used to buy my merchandise.
"it's dry, bought dong , only 2000, made by my wife, it's definitely delicious" rayuku while promoting.
"can deh 1, later if it's good to buy again" he said again.
"mandatory dong, hahaha"
It turned out that the word was a good boy, finally he joined the promotion to his friend. And thank God it's been 10 packs.
After the break was over, I moved to another school, who knows.
Sure enough, it turns out in another SD just got a break.
"yok in buy in his sempol, from the chicken meat of choice, it must taste good pol. It also has a dry seblak, spicy, salty, savory taste"
"mas, curious about how dry dong is, how much is the price?" thank God someone asked too.
"it cost only 2000 aja, cheap but uenak...this is made by my wife, so it feels guaranteed" sedukuku with a little emphasis.
"can deh , seblak dry 1 sembolnya 3000, which spikes yes"
30 Minutes passed and the rest hour was over, thank God my wife's dry seblak left 2 packs.
'alhamdulillah O Allah' My inner self.
As usual, when everyone has entered their respective classes, my friend and I will go to the market again, until later we will go to school again.
It is like that every day, going here and there hoping someone buys our merchandise.
"The remaining 2 dried, eaten" I told my friend. All right, let them also taste a snack made by my beloved wife.
"wow, I want dong"
"yes, I want to too"
It turns out that in love free of charge emang at the race like.
"it's good that you're smart that your wife makes a weird gini, hahaha... uhuk uhuk" said my friend who arrived coughing while laughing.
"hahaha so if you eat no more need to talk, soak tuh hahaha, this drink drink"
To me, a merchant friend's friend is my second family. Everything is full of laughter, mutual support and never envy when one of us is a lot of buyers.
For example, I was, just for a moment, the dry cloth that I brought was finished.
"Udah is almost 12, to Junior High, it's almost home from school" I asked them.
Like a convoy, 5 - 6 motorcycles go hand in hand every day carrying trading carts, from one school to another. From one place to another.
Arriving at SMP, we immediately parked the bike in a row. And sure enough, it was only 5 minutes before the school bell rang and all the students went out the gate.
It didn't take long, the school was deserted.
"Alhamdulillah rame all yes" said the meatball seller.
"yes, thank God for everything" I replied with a smile.
"Udah dzuhur, go first yaaa" I said as I sauntered away.
"yes yes, be careful" they answered in unison.
I speed up my bike with enthusiasm, I can't wait to immediately tell Sri, if the trade runs out. He'll be very happy.
"Asalamualaikum, ma...."
"Yes, waalaikumsalam mas" he replied with a smile, as if he was impatient with his wares.
My wife, her smile always makes my heart feel cool. Whatever my thoughts, if I go home and see the smiles of Sri and Athar, all the problems are gone.
"how did mas? seblak keringku no" Kan, I guessed.
"Alhamdulillah ma, exhausted, later in the afternoon I buy more crackers, let you make it dry again yes" I replied while holding his hand, but I saw his cheeks were reddened.
"Hehe, thank God I am, glad I am"
"iya ma, said the child tastes spicy salty delicious"
"alhamdulillah if many like yes mas, yes I have made warm tea first, continue to eat later yes, I have boiled cassava leaves, fried salted fish the same nyambel"
"waaaah must be very good, I pray dzuhur first yes, later we eat the same" replied I who always praise his cooking, let him add a smile.
"yes...."
