The Love of Mr. Gala
Negotiating
“By the same as other passengers? Meaning?” ask Marisha.
Bima was breathing rough. “I'm sure you must have heard it firsthand. As I sat in front of the room, weren't some of the sisters talking about my good looks?” balas Bima's.
“Dih. So pede is a person? The handsome man from where to try? Ngaca dong, face is like dirty laundry. Smell, decile, tangle again.” Marisha said, it was clear that the mockery was being thrown.
“What did you say?”
“Udahlah. Why would you argue everything? I'm adding a laper tau. You want to take a taxi, right? Yes come on.”
This time, Marisha let the contents of her wallet drained just to comply with Bima's desire to take a taxi.
Unfortunately, before boarding the vehicle, Marisha had been close to the driver, while negotiating.
Marisha does not want to pay the taxi fare according to the price of argo. Because the distance is close, Marisha will only pay per person it is 20 thousand. So, 2 people 40 thousand.
“If it is close, just walk then,” reply the taxi driver, immediately drove away.
“Wah, who really is a person. I'm lucky I want to pay that much, is the distance really deket.” Marisha continued to grumble, even though the taxi driver had gone far.
“You don't have a job, do you? Taxi drivers should be taken by storm too? Go up, keep paying. Done, right?” bima said.
“Emang good yes if only talking doang mah. If that's the way, my life will be finished too,” reply Marisha.
“Udahlah, just walk. You have a headache, not a leg. Still can walk, right? Udah buruan.”
“What? A walk? But kan-”
The protest had not been able to lay entirely on Marisha, but the girl had walked first.
Bima certainly did not expect, if he had to walk, while he was a patient who should get treatment.
Seeing Marisha had gone further and further, Bima was forced to follow him. Rather than continue to be there without a direction of purpose, it would be better if Bima followed what Marisha said.
That afternoon, in the heat of the sun, the two went home on foot. It is not too far away, but they still feel tired.
Tired and thirsty that Bima felt, had already reached her limit. In fact, his legs were numb because he had never walked that far before.
“Huh. Finally arrived too, very tired.” Quickly, Marisha opens the door of the house and lies down on the only sofa she has.
“Eh, tiny. If you sleep there, where do I sit?” ask Bima.
“As far as you want to sit where, below can also.” Marisha closed her eyes.
“Me? Sitting down?” rework Bima.
“Can't, can't. I can't sleep with a sagging stomach like gini.” Marisha suddenly got up and went straight to the kitchen. He was looking for something that would fill his stomach.
Bima was not interested in what the girl was doing. Bima immediately sat on the sofa and looked around the house.
It is not too big, but the house Marisha rented can be occupied by 2 people. Sometimes, his close friends like to stay there if his mood is bored. They will sleep in one room, because in that house there is only one room.
The bathroom has only one. It was not in the room, but on the side. Even so, the sofa, the TV, the dining table, also the kitchen, are all complete. Although the furniture is only perfunctory.
Even though there is a kitchen in the house, Marisha never cooks. He will only eat bread as breakfast, lunch at the cafe, while for his dinner, Marisha will buy at his subscription rice stall. Omelet and tempe orek alone, has made his stomach full.
Bima did not respond. Apparently, the man was focusing on noticing something. “Woy, Milky.” Marisha called out to him with a half-creaming voice.
“What? You can call well, right?” cynical Bima.
“Ya you first asked diem aja. Hence, do not mostly daydream. Wagging what lo? Watch out if you daydream the non-no,” timpal Marisha.
“Indeed I can daydream what?”
“Ya .. yes where do I know. Do you want to eat what? Hunts abis nih water.”
“What are you cooking?” bima asked, getting off the sofa and switching to the dining table
“Mie instant. Coincidentally there are still vegetables that I bought yesterday, continue to be given eggs as well. It's delicious anyway. Definitely you will be addicted,” explained Marisha.
“No. Thank ye. I'm not hungry.”
“Ya is so. I can cook the noodles tomorrow.”
…
That afternoon, Marisha really ate by herself. He did not make food for Bima, because the man himself refused his offer. After eating, Marisha and Bima negotiate about their accident.
Marisha asks Bima to pay compensation for the damage to her motorcycle. Meanwhile, Bima, asked Marisha to be responsible for making her lose her memory.
“Gini. I will take note of how much compensation you have to pay, the total is ... emm, wait a moment, I count first.”
After counting for a few minutes, Marisha finally told Bima how much compensation she had to pay. In total there are 15 million. This includes the cost of repairing the motorbike and the salary that is deducted.
“Why are there so many?”
“Ya .. yes it is. In addition to paying the same motorcycle repair paycheck, you also have to pay compensation for my mental health. You see, I was in shock when you suddenly wanted to hit me. Not to mention that customers are scolded because it is too late between foods and the food is even damaged. All because of lo.”
“Lagian, you are also the son of a rich man. Can't pay 15 million in damages? Make rich and small money that much.”
“Where do you know that I am the son of a rich man?”
“Tau-lah, people lo take-”
“I bring what?”
“Aduh, take the event keceplosan talk again. Good thing he hasn't brought a fancy car yet. If he gets to know, surely the person will go where the car. It can get worse later. Could-may I be told to pay compensation for saying the car,” inner Marisha.
“Why are you silent? What do I bring, until you can conclude that I am rich?” ask Bima again.
“Emm, bring ... bring clothes. Yes, clothes. You see from clothes already know immediately if you are a rich person,” explained Marisha.
“Shirt?”
“Iya, dress. Clothes that you wear fitting accident.”
“Set where his shirt is now?”
