The Dark Side of the Mentari
Ngadat Motor
Rania, a final semester student at a private college in her town. His daily trading of snacks online led him to a story he never thought before. Not many people know how he went through the day, college and selling at the same time. Sometimes, only once every three to four months did he visit his father who lived in the village. The rest he spends time on college and making money, from time to time.
Out of the classroom he walked hurriedly to the parking lot. His shirt fluttered with his long steps down the campus corridor. He was a bit in a hurry because he had to finish the order siomay made later in the afternoon.
Twice pressed the starter button but it did not sound like the motor was on. Panicked, he pressed once again, but still the motor matic silent mute. Looking right to left, no one. Doggone. He doesn't understand motor machines. Let alone the engine, the tire deflated he chose to the workshop to pump it. Suddenly, Rania remembered something. Don't-don't.he unplugged the key of his motorbike and opened the gasoline seat. Huh, right, the gas is empty. Superfluity.
The sturdy-bodied girl pushed her motorcycle out of the campus courtyard with an irritated look. How not, just three days ago he filled his gas tank, now it was dry until the distarter was not lit. It must have been Rendra who borrowed the bike yesterday. Habits, every time you borrow a motorbike you always do not want to fill up gasoline. Does he think a motor can run with urine? Just watch if you meet later. The neighbor does not know himself. After borrowing the motorbike yesterday he returned the motorbike in front of his boarding house with a key stuck in and only sent a short message.
"Your laptop is in front, the key is stuck. Bring it in yourself." Basic somplak, boro-boro filling gasoline, say thank you just not.
That one person indeed had no shame. Let alone insinuated, just reprimanded he is immune, not capable, will not change his attitude.
Rania was more upset when she found the gas kiosk near the campus closed. Really shit.
The sun at two o'clock still stings the skin is mature sapodilla. Sweat on the side of his right and left ear. Once again the girl swore in her heart after pushing the motorbike for more than a kilometer but found none of the gas sellers on the side of the road. Tiring day, perfect.
While pushing the bike he remembered the order siomay had to deliver later tonight. There was a friend who gave thanks to his parents coming home from Umrah. Not bad, rarely can order a lot. Usually at most can order one person 5 servings. This time his friend ordered at once 150 servings.if usually he can handle the order himself, this time he asked help bu Sari neighbors whose house is at the end of the alley to help. From morning bu Sari has come, wrap the siomay dough that Rania has prepared from dawn, then steam it. Peanut seasoning was made yesterday, just warm and add soy sauce and chilli only. If only not the thesis trial, it would be like he skipped college so that there is no need to spend extra money on the salary of bu Sari. But he wanted to graduate this semester, so he had to work harder, no matter sharing a little fortune with him.
After filling up the gas, he had to stop by the plastic store to buy mica siomay packaging. One way, rather than going out again. In addition to saving gasoline, of course, it will also save time.
Rania slammed her book-only bag on the bed, then took off all her clothes and laid her body on the floor carpet of her room. The wind that entered through the ventilation hole above the breezy window hit his body which was only covered by a bra on the chest and triangular pants in his intimate area. The journey to buy gasoline retail was really draining energy and emotion. The insolent Rendra.
In this boarding house Rania lives alone. A house that is not so big, but complete with furniture that he can use at any time. The kitchen is also quite spacious, so he can cook the ingredients there. It feels like in his own house, he has lived there for three years. The two people who were boarding in the next room moved in a few days ago. Actually he was afraid to stay alone, afraid that bad people would come in when he slept. The area was quite deserted due to a dead end alley. But how else? I don't know why they suddenly moved. No one had any intention of renting the room next to it anymore. Be, Rania lives alone in that not so big house. He hopes that in the near future someone will fill the next room. He even offered it to some of his college friends. But apparently no one is interested because the distance to the campus is too far.
It's still twenty-three. Rania has been praying dhuhur on campus, he can sleep for a while before starting to prepare siomay orders.
At 4 pm bu Sari came again to help pack siomay. All materials are ready. The eggs, potatoes, and vegetables had been steamed by Rania, just lifted from the pot. Let it stay there to keep warm. Peanut and chilli seasonings have also been heated. Just cut the siomay stuffing and put it in the packaging.
"What time will you be delivered?" Ask Bu Sari while removing vegetables from the steam.
"Hour six ma'am. But Diah just sent a message that she's gonna take it here and take the cake order."
"Good, so Madam Rania doesn't have to bother dropping off."
"Yes, anyways Diah's got a car he said, so it could be a transport."
Both of them arranged siomay deftly. Organize each portion in a mica box neatly. Rania took some photos for her to upload on her social media for promotion. Rarely get a lot of orders. Who knows after this many are interested in ordering the merchandise.
