The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 27

Day two leaflet

This afternoon I finally went to Rini's house. As planned, we joined hands after returning from work earlier. Even if only one night stay. I still have a few sets of change of clothes.

"One night, right?" ask mom when I say goodbye.

"Yes mom, it's only tonight. I'm back tomorrow."

"Cock bring a lot of clothes?" Ask kepo, hihihi.

"Yes tonight I sleep in my pants. Not to mention tomorrow, it's straight to work. If you wait to go home first I am afraid even bad luck ma'am. So just get straight from there." Obviously me

Mother just ber oh ria and stepped back into the kitchen to continue her activities. I carried a medium-sized handbag as my toolbox over there. For info only, I am among the people who are complicated if told to stay overnight. Because all equipment must be brought alone, especially toiletries and personal needs.

My skin is sensitive. Once you get a germ or itch, it will take a long time to heal. That's why I'm always careful when visiting new places. So do not be surprised, even if only overnight. I need to clean my body twice.

"Yuk mbak." Take me to Rini's mom who's waiting for me in the guest room. Mom was sitting there talking to Rini.

"Udah mah leaving? bring some fried cassava? for snacks on the street."

"Bye, mom. How to eat it mbak Rini nyetir motor."

"Yes, you can bribe. If not kemakan on the road can be eaten later pasirah home, same anyway." Mom answered casually while moving the fried cassava in a plate into plastic for us to bring.

I exhaled slowly, while Rini smiled at me. We left before it was really late afternoon. Two hours of travel was enough to make us exhausted. Unbelievably, yesterday the Imam did it. Remembering him makes me smile thinly.

"Mbak Rin, aren't you tired of having to go back and forth?"

"Capek, Ar. But what else, the name also needs. Fortunately, he can still stay at the inn. Otherwise, I would have resigned a while ago."

"Why not find a contract there. All of Ayu was taken."

"My mom how Ar, pity that he's alone too. My sister's going home to her in-laws."

Household life is sometimes complicated. I don't know how they manage each other's time.

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At six in the afternoon we arrived at Rini's house. A simple house that is not so big. But it is still bigger than my house. Our lives are not much different, struggling to make a living to support the needs of life. Sometimes, the salary received today is not enough until the end of the month. Not infrequently, before the salary is up first because there is an urgent matter.

After Maghrib, Mbak Rini invited me to walk the road. Mumpung still atmosphere lebaran. Jajag is not a big city, but it is a busy city. Almost the same as the city of Genteng. We went around telling stories, until we arrived at Pak Kumis meatball stall (Forgot the name of his meatball uncle 🤭).

Meatball stalls are not big that many visitors. Not just because it is cheap. But it also feels no less delicious with Pak Samidi meatballs in my area.

My lyrics clock still shows the number seven nights. We ordered rib meatballs and pimpong meatballs for ayu. Bottled tea was chosen as Rini's drink while I prefer to order orange ice.

The Mitra area still looks very crowded. From inside the meatball stall I could watch the young mudi passing by spending the night. Many of them are in groups and form a community. The motors lined up neatly on the roadside with a few people acting as impromptu security. Lebaran, sometimes brings sometimes rezeky for some people. Just like me, Mbak Rini and many more people who choose to work when others are busy to take time off.

"More, Ar?"

"No ah mbak. It's also full of me, the portions are very much too."

Mbak Rini chuckled. We still have to wait for ayu to finish with her meatballs. I have the lyrics of the phone lying on the table hoping for a message from the Imam.

As agreed, he'll call me if the show at his house is over. Coincidentally, his family was having a meal together there. Originally, he wanted me to come before the event in order to participate. But I refused it, I who was a nobody who might come for the first time immediately joined his family event. The shame!! that's how I feel.