The Shah of First Love

EXPENSIVE SELLING

Haryawan snorted when he remembered what Mr. Muji said that Kani did not like the phone, asking to be replaced, which was nicer, obviously more expensive as well. Haryawan occasionally glanced at Mr. Muji who coughed, his breathing looks very heavy. Mr. Muji even has a fever. Not this time Haryawan worked in the same place as Mr. Muji, he realized the man's health had declined within a year. These few days even Mr. Muji looks no appetite. Obviously, because Mr. Muji who always eats with tofu or tempeh often misses dinner or morning, it could be because it is full with fatigue.

“If your son is like Mr Muji's son, how about?” chirps Jarwo.

“I whip, Sir! Nyusahin,” said Haryawan with an annoyed look and Jarwo smiled. Feeling lucky because it is not urgent to match his son with Mr. Muji's son. Beauty is not enough for a woman, she thought.

Mr. Muji who saw his friends whispering to each other just smiled, wiped the sweat, then sat down to rest for a moment. Mr. Muji felt a pain in his chest, since morning, he decided not to smoke cigarettes even though his friends offered, he refused on the grounds of coughing, not feeling well throat.

Mr. Muji pensive, imagined face tangled and ketus Kani because of mobile phones. The middle-aged man sculpts a promise in his heart to return his daughter's sweet smile with the best phone he's been looking for despite costing him nearly a million dollars. Haryawan had advised not to force himself, but Mr. Muji only thought about his son, not with the fatigue he felt.

***

“Teteh told to cook with Mom.” Kenanga spoke while giving a black plastic bag containing cooking ingredients.

“Indeed mom to where?” Kani is lazy to do what her mother asks.

“Neighborhood.” Kenanga shrugged her shoulders and left. Kani sighed and tied her hair.

He started cutting tempeh, followed by vegetables to make sour vegetables. His younger siblings who are afraid of hunger prefer to eat first with bland fried rice made by Dahlia earlier. The important thing is that their stomachs are filled and Shamsir does not complain.

Kenanga washed the dishes of her former meal and Shamsir, followed by Dahlia who told her, it made Kani jolt fiercely.

“Wash it yourself, it's your container.” Kani glares.

“Only once, change also, really. Yes, Kenanga?” Dahlia replied while stealing a glance with Kenanga for the boy to nod. But as Kenanga answered too late, Kani realized that Dahlia was lazy and just grounded. He urged Dahlia to do it alone or not for his homemade vegetable tamarind. Dahlia had no other choice, grumbling she did.

After their mother came home, Kani saw sadness in her mother's eyes. There was an intention to ask but finally because he did not dare, he silently pretended not to see.

“Kani.” Bu Ismi called and Kani turned her head slowly. “Buy egg same cooking oil tomorrow to Haji Murat store.”

Kani approached with an annoyed face.

“In the shop does not exist? That's far.” He complained and his mother stared. Kani backs down and looks down, afraid of getting hit or hit. Because of the deadly pinch of his mother that he feared the most, it was painful and always left a mark.

“Let Mother alone then.” Bu Ismi stands up and Kani is confused, staring at each other with Kenanga. After their mother entered the room, Kenanga docked.

“Mother why, Tea?”

“Neighborhood.” Kani regrets that she refused, she finally decided to comply and will say it tomorrow morning.

***

“She's sweet.” Second-year High School student praises Kani, Kani is silent, standing her back.

“He has no appeal whatsoever, look at his appearance. Compared to Reva, it is much different, lah!” arif denounced and Kani sighed, trying to stay calm.

“Don't forget one thing that she is also a hot sell and pretentious pretentious!” furious Heri follow-up berated, he is still vengeful because his relationship ran aground in an embarrassing way plus Kani close to men like Amarendra, he increasingly felt humiliated.

“You're right, yesterday you liked it was a mistake.” Arif grinned and then laughed. Heri smiled and continued to stare at Kani's steadfast back.

After her friends came out, Kani went and touched her hair and chin. He slowly lowered his head, looking at his ordinary body. But Arif, Heri and those men who were there had no right to comment on his appearance or anyone's appearance let alone compare, it was painful, incurring his pride.

“Kani.” Rosi ran over to him and Kani looked lazy. “Later Sunday night there is an event at home, come, yes. I also invited a class, too. You just like Rara, Rere, Citra and others also.” Rosi was so carefree to speak and Kani shook her head.

“I won't get permission, I come if the show is late but if it's night, I can't, Ros.” Kani does not want to take risks, she is also lazy to stay at someone else's house, but Rosi continues to whine. “I can't, Ros. It would have no effect if I didn't come.”

Rosi pouted and glanced at Reva.

“Yes already, tetep coming, yes. Nothing to stay too.” Rosi persuaded again and Kani gave a small nod. Half-heartedly agree.

When it was time to go home, Kani stared at the grocery notes her mother had written. He walks while glancing at Class 12 A and from inside the class Amarendra sees Kani passing by.

Kani keeps going and she gets to see Dahlia. Dahlia offers herself, she wants to come because she is lazy to go home alone, Kani does not want to because she prefers to be alone.

Kani continued to step, looking down, looking up, glancing right-left wide open rice fields. Kani smiled when she heard the sound of a bicycle.

“Where are you going?” Amarendra asked, going down, pushing his bike so he could be next to the girl.

“I'm asked to shop with Mom, want to offer a ride?” Kani turned her head and Amarendra smiled widely and climbed on his bike and followed by Kani. Just a few minutes the bike drove, about to turn, Heri from behind appeared riding his motorbike racing. He intentionally pulled that bike. Both fell into the garden next to the road. Amarendra could not defend himself when Heri nudged the handlebars of his bicycle strong.

Kani complained and Amarendra stood up, put away his bike, asked Mana who was sick with a worried face.

“Hands.” Kani panicked to see the back of Amarendra's hand hurt, bleeding, hitting the corner of the foundation of the already damaged roadblock, the pointed chunk pierced. “Maren..” Kani screamed, her eyes round as well as watery.

“We need to hold his blood.” Kani glanced at the left-right, ignoring Amarendra who asked him to calm down repeatedly. “Heri so because you took me.” Kani felt guilty and Amarendra frowned.

“It's just a small wound, calm down.” Amarendra tried to convince her and Kani continued to stare at the back of her hand. Amarendra lekas wrapped with his blue handkerchief, Kani looks calm when her blood is restrained despite seeping between the fibers of the handkerchief cloth. “You're afraid of blood, Kani?” Amarendra asked while pulling his bike.