The Cost of Trust

The story of imah

Alhamdulillahot. The more our business days the smoother. The stalls are always crowded. Whether it's residents around or just people passing by. My friends and Aziz mas also often ask for the transfer of pulses/quota . A little bit of smooth origin. Whatever the outcome, Allah rules. Why was originally a girl.eh.meaning her ex-girl, now changing more and more pleasing in view. She can already blend her clothes. Not like when I first got here. Hija shirt, blue pants, orenz hijab. Don't imagine it.

The feeling of kasian residents of his hometown if you imagine the figure of the former Imah.

"Mbak...nitip transefer again can anyway?", ask .

"Feelings for yesterday's transfer. If you keep transferring, when do we collect the money for you?" manya curious. It's not that I don't want to help her transfer money to her family.

"Emm.iya sih mba. But right.my mother at home also needs money mba."

"Yes, I know. I also will not forbid you to be filial with your parents, that is very good. But, someday you also have to think about your future you know mah."

He's down. Maybe think about my words.

"Mother's got a lot of mbak. I was forced into marriage because of their debt. Don't know what they owe. Lha wong Imah aja, the school is only until Junior High. That's it, let's move. Every woman has money, she should give it to them. He said ...in return, return the favor." said Imah stopped.

"Reply? Where is there a mah, a parent who asks his child to return the favor so? Mintain his son's money on?The obligation of parents is to support their children while they cannot be independent. Once upon a time it was great to be asked to return the favor?" cercak.

"I'm just a stepdaughter. My father married my stepmother when I was in 2nd grade. Keep on..bapak died when I was in 3rd grade Junior High. That's why I gained school. "the story while looking down. Ah...It's cheerful, so I've seen it because I ask a lot of questions.

"I'm sorry, but feeling guilty makes you sad like this."

"Gapapa is mbak. Mba Dian is rich my own mother. Very kind, patient again teach me. Aziz is also good. Just saying it irit mba. I like to be clumsy if you want to ask this. mending asked mba Dian aja."

Yeah.it's getting rich to the original stelan.

"By the way you are Mah?", asked Aziz suddenly behind us.

"Ih. Saya ngomng, Ojo geer toh mas." he said wrong behavior. I who caught his shy facial expression did not hold back laughter.

"Imah, do you know Ali?" ask Aziz suddenly.

"Ali sing ndi anyway?"

"Your neighbors in the village. That handsome guy."that's my husband.

"Sek..sek...peyan kok Yo ngerti mas ali Kuwi tanggaku toh mas?", asked Imah knitting eyebrows.

"I asked, do you know him?", asked Aziz again.

"Know ga mas. Just know.", said Imah.

"Ali who the hell mas?", it was my turn to ask the same mas Aziz.

"That's the deck, the handsome guy has his dimples. Who likes to bring brem here." replied Aziz. I remember the figure in question.

"Owh.iya yes mas. That handsome one. I inget."

"But still pretty mas you anyway?", the plumber.

"Little bit.question Ali. Heheheheh"

Mas Aziz scooped my face with his palm.

"Lha Yo Ben toh Yo.. kosher couple." sahut mas Aziz with a sharp tone. Imah's mouth is just umak umik. Aziz is a ngeselin.

"So talk about Ali, why is it?" ask Imah.

"Ciye.." Aziz ledek. I was confused and looked at Aziz's behavior.

"Dih, not obviously very mas." I'm the sewot.

"Dek.dek..kok even we who sewot.yes.iya. Ali said, you're his ex, right? But , your stepmom doesn't agree because you are fooled by the same prayer huh?"

Wah.bener nih mas Aziz, make Imah dumb.

"Mas ali kandah ngunu Tah mas?" ask Imah.

"It can't be mah, just use German. I know what you're talking about, but I'm dizzy about the translete." Also from Aziz. Even though we get along with many people, but still can not fully master their language.

It's just grinning. Closing his mouth with his right hand.

"Then, my former partner. Even though he's more in the field anyway." Her mouth is rounded to form the letter 'O'.

"Ultimately, when you were new here, you asked for your ID, right? Well, let's find out the same Ali. He doesn't know it's just a village. But it was never even so...."

"Mas Aziz mah....."

Aziz and I laughed together. It was like being our entertainer.

"Mas Crita you work together here, tomorrow he wants to come here...."

"What's? O...em...ji... mas Ali came here? Ouch.gimana yes..aduh ,how dong mba Dian..aduh..."

"Stop....Yaw. Don't be that ah. Yeah, don't do anything. Let Ali play here." I said.

"Imah is ashamed of Mba..."

"Ngapain shame anyway, the hole of your nose is still two kok gaok added."

"Mas Aziz.".", pekik Imah. Aziz and I laughed at the same time.

"Mas, I'm anterin Imah to the bank huh. Ask to open an account. Let him sleep. Ga ibune transfer continues."

"Em..can the hell."

"To the mba bank?" ask Imah.

"Yes. You set up a savings account. I transfer to your account every month. Keep the food money that every day you can be sent to your mother. So, the money for your future is separate. Don't transfer to the village." Even the mangosteen.

"Now has it gone?"

"No. Wait for the first born. Just got there." I said. Si Imah was grimacing. Then you both went to the bank not far from my house.