The Ojek That's My Soul

Sacrifice for a meeting.

🕸No need to beat the strongest to be great and be feared.

Simply defeat your own lust, then you will have no enemies that will attack you.

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Rojali's got a message and sharelock from Jihan.

Jump to the location point indicated by GPS, where their meeting will be realized.

A traditional market on the outskirts of town.

Be the driver's choice.

Because that's the location closest to their path.

"Mang Aca can wait in the coffee shop, for coffee, yes, "

jihan said he gave the driver a red bill.

"Yes Non, makasi, "

he said the driver sumringah while reaching for money that can fill his stomach with complete rice padang.

He had glanced at him at the front end of the market earlier.

Rojali who has arrived at the location, immediately parked the Crest in a special parking lot of motorcycles.

Located next to the market.

Unlike the car park located in front of the market.

The strapping guy in a special green jacket of the ojek operator.

Keep walking more and more into the market while staring at his salary.

It is seen he put the 6-inch screen in the senses of his listeners.

📱"Okay, Brother has arrived! "

"Further back, there will be salespeople lined up, "

Rojali continued to guide the younger brother through cell phones into the market deeper and deeper.

He led them to the back.

So that they can freely talk, while eating meatballs with spicy sauce maybe.

📱"OK, find a meatball depot yes, noy! "

"Before again, brother, "

Rojali ended his guidance.

And, he rushed into the increasingly muddy and fishy-smelling market.

His heart felt in the crumbs.

His brain had already held so many questions.

I don't know which one he'll throw first.

Why until so.

The woman who had held him for months in her stomach.

Struggling with life at stake, when presenting him to the world.

Why do I have to suffer this just to see him.

Because Rojali understood that her mother was the queen of socialites.

His whole life never set his expensive shoes into the muddy ground and smelled fishy mixed with various spices.

Once again, his paradise sacrificed for him.

Jihan, boking one meatball depot that looks cleaner and tidy than other depots.

He just wants privacy.

And make sure no other visitors will hear their conversation.

After all, he was just trying to create a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

Especially, for her mother.

Many times Mirna inhaled the aroma of the therapy she carried.

The liquid in the small, lavender-scented tube was quite helpful.

Rojali searched for a meatball depot called "Bakso pinak"

Located at the very end, it was read from the chat sent by the sister.

"Excuse me sir, I have an appointment with the guest at the other end. "

rojali explained to the owner of the meatball shop.

Mirna who caught the familiar voice in her ear.

The voice he so missed.

From the figure of the son who he desperately wanted to be able to embrace him and apologize.

He doesn't have to cover up his feelings now.

No one will stop him from doing it all.

He ignored the location and place that was far from comfortable for him.

But, this is the only safest way.

Let's just have a couple of people owning this shop.

Look in wonder and confusion at them.

Who was currently hugging tightly while crying.

Jihan, let her mother and son vanish what had been hidden for years.

He will be patient waiting for his turn.

Vaping longing, to the only brother who always protected her.

Comforting him in a time of sadness with all his jokes and curliness.

Although occasionally they argue and fight only because of trivial problems.

However, that moment was the one he missed the most.

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Thank you for staying loyal to Rojali and Fatimah.

Approaching the conflict, the facts will be revealed.

Stay tune's... 💋💞