Sagaras

The Part 30

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The journey that I said would take approximately one hour was enjoyed by Sagara, he drove the car he carried it with great care, he said, not because they want to survive to the goal but also want to stay longer with their women.

Sagara does not matter when he has to be alone on the front bench while Aish and Mom are on the back bench. The two chat seriously so that not all understood by Sagara let alone there are sentences thrown by Mother with her own regional language.

"Does it, son?" ask Mom when it is 20 minutes away and this just entered the first spilled market area.

"Yes, Mom. But slowly it's okay," said Sagara who further slowed down the speed of his car to feel not riding a four-wheeled vehicle but a slug animal so slow.

"Yes, be careful, many traders who do take the public road for them to sell their merchandise" said Mother who seemed resigned.

If you go with Aisyah, usually they will cut the road through the back of the market but unfortunately the car can not enter there because it is a small alley of residential residents who one house with another house is dense enough to leave only the road enough for two motors.

"A lot of people aren't rich usually, Mom."

"Yes, maybe because this is the beginning of the month, many are shopping for kitchen needs," said Mother, as a housewife, of course, she understands not like Sagara who is still relaxed hearing the chat of two women behind her.

"Yes, but if Aish mending mendih shopping ordinary market, ma'am," he said comparing, he said, it's nothing he's just uncomfortable if he has to cram with a lot of people and it's very much avoided by him since he decided to really move to a much better path that is veiled.

"Yes, I'll think twice about it, son." just like the middle-aged woman's daughter also prefers to go to ordinary traditional markets although sometimes the price is a little more expensive but after the market at least her head is not too sick because it sees so many people.

"Mom, Aish wants to buy orange ice in the front fork can ya?"

After draining the sense of patience because of the speed of the car that creeps and also heard the advice of the same impatient riders now the three can breathe a sigh of relief because the spilled market area they have passed.

"Sagara's sister, later in the T-junction pull over for a while, Aish wants to buy a drink," said Mother who was asserted by a handsome young man who sat behind the wheel of the car.

"Yes, Mom."

Sagara who heard Aish's request immediately noticed the side of the road where the ice seller was, and he pulled over when Mom showed him one of the small shops right next to the power pole.

"Aish get down first, Mom. Wealthy mommy's a regular, right?" ask Aish who already knows Mom's favorite but he still makes sure.

"Yes, son."

"Sagara, you want the orange ice with sugar?" ask Aish who does not want to wrongly order because he does not know the taste of the young man.

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