The Casier Wanna Be

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"Ingeeeeeeeeeeees!"

The sound of mothers who still look young with prime energy, echoed in the house. Heading down the stairs of his house one by one smelled the traces left behind from the daughter he was looking for.

"Which kid is this? Got one daughter, like a dozen boys."

Scanning the living room, kitchen, living room, but nil.

"Ganny, where's your sister?" ask his son who plays pubg on the sofa with a shrill tone and prominent neck veins.

"Kendorin little Ma, I don't know the habits of Inges, where else he if not in the store Mr. Karse."

"Good god, that kid."

***

Inges Dinarina Permana

"That's my name, beautiful right, there is an impression of matre as well anyway from the word 'dinar' which is the name of the currencies of Middle Eastern countries. Do not be surprised if you know the name of my brother, which must be a slip of the currency of a country. Don't know what he thinks it's fitting to give us a name."

"My age was seventeen years two weeks ago. Soon want to go to third grade High School. Uwuuuu, I have no patience to want to quickly selesein school. Kenpa I want to spit-cepet selesei? Because I have goals that I want to realize after school. My dreams from childhood. The ideals that can make my finger lentiknari-nari above the keyboard pressing each key quickly and in the view of many people. Calculate one by one the price of goods that people buy. Yeah, my dreams of becoming a cashier."

***

"Beng-beng 3 boxes, vermicelli 4, wafers survived 2, tare noodles 5, gery salut 4, soap 10, soy sauce bango 4 bottles," Inges fingers quickly multiplying, soaps 4, summing up the price of each item purchased by the customer of the neighboring Pak Karse store, "Total 367 thousand bu," since the first grade of High School he has exhibited himself in the kiosk as a part-time cashier Pak Karse the owner of the grocery store, "The money is 400 thousand I accept yes," although initially met with opposition from his father, Inges was firm in his stance of wanting to learn to become a professional cashier by learning the initial stage at his neighbor's kiosk, "The return is 33 thousand, this is ma'am, thank you, it's already wrapped up in front." Yeah."

"Thank you Inges, come on."

"Together." Inges folded his hands in front of his chest removing the buyer.

"JES!"

"Astaghfirullahal'azim Mama, take care of it."

Recognize, this is Mrs Elijah Permana, my mother, the manager of environmentally friendly plastic containers that are booming. My mother is again the spirit of selling, door to door, house to house, because again chasing the target of rising to the position of manager in the club salesnya. Paadahan only demo cook but give the term party to steam corn doang.

"You use your mama's calculator again, this mama wants to go party, you know." Elijah spoke dramatically tore his feet while grabbing the calculator on the table, but quickly picked Inges up again.

"Mama wants to go steaming broccoli just say he wants a party, steaming ya ngukus aja, why bring a calculator everything, selling plastic also."

"About, here's my mama's calculator. Let's sell plastic also buy in the millions out of the money."

"Mama, uh, Inges wants to wear it. See customer Inges has brought a note from the front."

"Mama mama thought."

"Yes pikitin dong ma, this is for the sake of Inges' journey to the future. Then there's hape, mama count use hape aja napa!"

"You are yes, dare to order parents, besides fox your ideals, I don't have any other work."

"Not to ask mama, Inges gave advice, solutions, already ah Inges want to count the notes and Inges has not thought of other ideals besides being a pro cashier, period."

"Turn you into the stomach let me know the taste, yes."

"By deh ma, Inges has forgotten the taste in the stomach."

"Eh this is a child! You don't want to know, turn on your calculator, hurry!"

"Maaaa, if Inges does not use a calculator to calculate the buyer's groceries it's not professional that's it, there is no noise squeaking, no noise, finger lentik inges is also not optimal show if you do not use a calculator, already mama left aja partynya, later count using hape, or borrow a calculator mama senior, mother Galih, yes!"

For Mr. Karse and the three permanent employees of the store, the commotion by Inges and his mother was common. Elijah had to take many deep breaths to face his own son. Before it really became a spectacle for shoppers at his neighboring store, he chose the wise to budge, and it seemed like he had to buy a new calculator.

"Your calculator is broken again because you use exercise frequently?"

***

There is no definite motivation that causes Inges to aspire to become a cashier. It's just, when he was a child, he was happy to see his father writing with a typewriter, at that time the computer was not as famous now, his father was very proficient in using the typewriter. Inges was always a spectator when his father worked with typewriters at home.

In the past, when he was a child, Inges was also often invited by his mother to shop. There he saw the counsellors who counted items with a manual cash register. Perhaps this was Inges' strongest reason and made him aspire to become a cashier. He was happy to see the cashier at the store read the price code listed on the wrong part of the package while pressing the button on the cash register. Inges was also happy to hear the rhythm that was caused by the touch of the cashier's finger with the cashier's button.

"Mba Inges, this will count."

"Yes, here ma'am, I'm sorry my mama's a little bit better." Inges' hand received a note from a buyer and started counting groceries.

"Udah mba Inges," the buyer laughed, "But mba Inges really want to be a cashier, don't want to be another?" ask the buyer.

"True ma'am, I want to be a small cashier."

"Why can it be so mba? What a good thing to be a cashier."

"The total cost is 576 thousand, I like to see my fingers dancing on the calculator." replied Inges as he raised his hand and moved his fingers in front of the buyer's face.

"That's mba."

"Yes." Yeah." Inges laughed grimly and took the money he had been given.

***

An Inges past, primary school.

Who wants to go forward come on, tell me about your wishes or ideals."

"I'm a teacher, I'm a teacher, I'm a teacher." Some kids raised their hands, including little Inges.

"Yes, let's go, here!"

Inges came out of the table and stepped forward of the class.

"Let's tell your friends tomorrow when you're older what Inges wants to be."

"Friends, Inges's ideals if you grow up later want to be a cashier."

All of his friends, including the teacher.

"Guru, what's the cashier?" a male student asked, the teacher gasped, as if he were not ready to hear what Inges was saying and the question he was asking.

"Dear tips, the ideals can be replaced by another? So either a doctor, or a lawyer like your dad, or a policewoman, a teacher, a nurse, yeah!"

"Ga will," answered Inges innocently, "Inges wants to be a cashier, the cashier's friends who are in the shops you know where we pay for groceries." explained Inges spirit and confident.

Hearing Inges explanation his friend was silent for a moment, before long the fanfare occurred because of their laughter. Inges turned his cherry face flat instantly.

"The idea isn't cool, hahaha."

"Inges wants to be a cashier."

"Inches the handyman we pay for going to the supermarket."

"Stop, setop, setop, calm everything, clap your hands for Inges." Some students gave claps but more of them just kept quiet.

"Guru's children, whatever your ideals, you must earnestly achieve. Inges wants to be a cashier, okay. It has to be a good cashier, an honest one. Cashiers also have a big responsibility, yes!" the teacher encouraged Inges to turn to support him.

"Now Inges is sitting, change to another friend."