The Lecturer Jadul is my husband

CJIS 01

"Rin, we find cendol in front of the market aja yes, deket also really, already thirsty" nurul said my chatty friend asked for forgiveness especially about my appearance who prefers to wear the same t-shirt training pants, or if not the jeans that I have torn the front.

once again one day we go for clothes to go to classmate birthday event, right in the market I found a pair of pants that fit in my heart, and I immediately buy tuh.

Fitting at home I cap cus nyari scissors and her flock to tear the front of my new pants.

You know, he was nongol in the room while talking to me.

"When did you realize Rin? lo's name is Karina Anggraeni Suwiryo binti Suwito, but the behavior is like a left serong" he said at the time

"What is left-hand serong? kayak gini?" said I imitate the song of children cut goose duck

"Your mom, girl but be a guy" he sneered.

"Bodo very, if I've got a new ideal guy I will change, understand?" I said sticking my lips around mocking him.

"Gue doain has in-laws like Mami Lo, but his son is old-school hahahahahahahahah" Nurul laughed mocking me.

"Amit-amit dah" said I wriggled the chest of horrified prayer.

I tancap gas once Nurul ngajak to the market, I can malak mbak Uti to buy t-shirts that I have seen the other day pas nganterin mami daily shopping.

Mbak Uti is a foster child mami who since childhood has not had parents because of a single accident, my mother is the sister of her mother mbak Uti, who has not had any parents since childhood,incident at that time my mother was in the third grade of High School while the National exam and mbak Uti was only six if not seven years.

My grandparents are also not all, my mother is only two brothers, be graduated from High School my mom work nyambi college momong mbak Uti is still early.

My mom's life story is bitter from small so I don't want to tell her innate stories.

My motorbike runs in normal conditions aka santui, while washing the eyes see flocking through. more people do not wear clothes that carry goods from the car into the store or vice versa.

Until also we are in the market, Nurul directly cus to the place of cendol subscription that usually hangs in front of the market door a bit sideways anyway, if in front of the door ya nabrak people passing by.

"Lumayan ngantri Rin, pesen take home aja yak?" said Nurul with a clear face.I just niup-niup bangs dangling in front of the eyes.

"As far as Lo deh, I want to go to the place mbak Uti, pesen four servings all of you take to the kiosk mbak Uti, I wait there" said I immediately cus covering to the kiosk mba Uti. bodo very same face poky Nurul.

Look at the various merchandise of people on display in front of the store emang make it or I do not because, each I walk left right already nawarin clothes, shoes et al turned out to make a living as difficult as that. fortunately if from dawn they open already bought even one or two people, but if there is nothing at all that makes my heart sometimes rustle.

Every morning until the afternoon of work I nganter pick up mbak Uti to the market open kiosk. from five o'clock in the morning to five o'clock in the afternoon mbak Uti emang ngabisin time to sell staple goods ranging from spices, rice and herds to glassware there.

"Loh Rin, are you home?" ask Uti when I walk into her stall

"Udah"

"Have the administration finished?"

"Alhamdulillah already, the rest of the waiting for the entrance test, again rame mbak, do not help ya"

"Yes"

Finally, the activity that I always do in between school or vacation time is yes, help my cousin sell from five in the morning to five in the afternoon.

So many customers, I forgot the name is thirsty plus stomach rumbling.and I did not realize that Nurul had metangkring on the cashier table while eating meatballs at the ice cendol.

"Woi... eat Mulu Lo, bantuin cake, I'm also laper, dah Sono move aside" snapped I want to nyimpen money in the drawer.

"Aiishh Lo there princess..this is my location, my butt is sticky can not be pulled, noh Lo part on the table" he pointed at the table in the corner of the kiosk.

"Where is Uti made? Lo Gedeg be a person?" my lips

"By the cake from earlier" I said at last.

"you eat first, keep the kiosk yes, mbak want to go to Mushola first pray duhur" said mbak Uti pamit

"Ocee" we said at the same time.

Delicious to be a trader yes gini, if fit again rame until the fog up to the stomach affairs forgotten, if the stomach is forgotten, but if the right again deserted buyer yes brought bed until not realizing the buyer ran to another kiosk because the seller wanted to snore until ngeces make the island se Indonesia raya.

At five o'clock in the afternoon I came home because mami turned out to stop at the market to pick up mbak Uti. I finally went home again with the bawel and had to nganterin he came home first because his mother was already nyariin.

"Rin, cool guy" shouted Nurul stuck in the back of my head.

"Lo if you talk first, my shoulder pain Lo use a slender chin back like a flip-flop" or I shake the body so that the bringer moves position.

"Sandals flops don't taper anjay" he screamed right in my ear

"Lo can't be fooled anyway wel? I drive ogeb" shouted I try to find a gap so that my motorbike can pass in the middle of the queue of people through the exit of the central market.

"Mbak don't shout my ears are not budeg" said one of the riders who also queued.

"I'm sorry I didn't say the same thing" I said, squinting.

"Owh sorry if kirain talked to me" he replied innocently.

"So keep laughing Lo, from tomorrow I don't want to pick it up" I threatened to giggling Nurul.

After a long time ago I can finally go out the door and damn it...

"Kuceng less ajiaaar," I shouted as soon as the motorbike I was riding was hit by a mother who again carried a pocket of colorful crackle in front of me.

The intention to avoid cats even ends up in a calamity late afternoon gini. My motorbike fell because it was not balanced and I was surprised because there was a cat suddenly passing by so do not use excuse me.

"Woi Rin, do not have to shout here help this mother" shouted Nurul who somehow since when the bad boy had moved position from the motor, even why-why also the child.

My body is limp, tired even dapet calamity. base cat carrier pesky. said I only in the heart.

"I'm sorry Mom, I was not accidentally because of the cat ngehindarin" said I apologized to the mother in yellow, yellow hijab anyway, even the brand of smelow sandals was yellow, the yellow floor is also not yes? hahaha.

Ma'am mom was just diem and I look cynical. Still fortunately I help and I'm sorry Mom, yes belagu very so people.

"Once again I'm sorry ma'am" said Nurul very polite.the mother smiled very friendly to Nurul but to me expensive very smile.

"Is it okay Rin?" nurul asked as soon as Mom was gone.

"Lo don't see my bike following the spaneng?" ask me to show the shape of the motor that has been placed on the black asphalt.already the color is also black.

"Owh, so be careful" said Nurul sok sage.

"Brrrrr grrrr rawwrr" if not my friend have long kicked Lo Panjul. kelem I. this is also because of the actions of him who can not be on the bike.

"I'm sorry Rin, I made Lo bengek today" he said as soon as the motor was back again thanks to the help of people who had misunderstood me at the exit.

"Many bacot Lo, I'll charge the cost of riding ajek aja Lo home, next time learn to ride the motor so as not to be outdated" said I kelse while nyodorin money 50 thousand to Nurul. whatever if he wants to be angry until the week bodo very.this is the umpteenth time bad luck every time I go to the market just like him.

"Thank you" he said with a look of compassion and guilt.not good anyway see it but whatever I really eneg today.

Dah yes story I connect tomorrow again. already sleepy want bobok. dadaaaah ✋✋