The Story of a Broken Man

22. For the First Time

Joseph aimlessly rode his motorcycle. This he did to restore the mood that was shattered last night. It feels like he hasn't done this in a long time. Because so long, he even forgot when the last time he did it.

The view of the city is full of tall buildings, vehicles that are always full at rush hour are usually felt. There is nothing special about it all, but when doing so his heart will usually improve . All the problems seem to be diminishing.

While riding his motorbike, Joseph occasionally looked to his left right side to look for culinary that he might have never tried or food that looks so unique in his mind . Whatever it is, he will try it while it is halal.

The morning breeze felt so soft as the melody he sometimes listened to. He was grateful to still be able to feel this day by relaxing. A pleasure that felt so rare

***

Ilyas breathed a sigh of relief. Finally the tilapia he roasted was ready to be served as well. Although not perfect at least he has tried as much as possible. He hopes that in the future it can be even better.

The next task waiting for him was to wash the dishes. Ilyas was so looking at how much he was going to wash immediately gulped. For the first time, he washes so many dishes. He even wondered if he could finish it. And it turns out he can also, he is grateful to be able to finish it well. He hopes this bodes well for him.

"Yes, you peeled the seasoning. The same garlic I had prepared him on the table near the closet. At 12 o'clock eat yes . Take it in front of you what it wants. I'm going to the market first . Want to shop" a message from Riski addressed him before going to the market. It looks like there's a lot he's going to buy.

As soon as he saw what was on the table near the closet he was a little distrustful of his task. According to him it is too much although it is actually normal for the size of the restaurant.

Of all, he most wanted to give up when peeling the onion. It feels like a very painful tear. Her tears dripped several times as she was peeling the onion. Where there lives very small. Look around it looks like it was the last onion stock .

***

Fitri is cooking for lunch. Finally after a few days out of the hospital, he felt his body was more mengingan than before. This time he wanted to cook a potato balado. After a long time of not cooking like this.

Today he was alone at home, so he cooked a small portion. The important thing is enough for yourself, that's how he thinks.

"The potatoes are still there?" while he was busy eating, there was the sound of his brother who seemed to be tempted by his cooking.

"Udah. Want to be cooked again?" Fitri offered to her brother who came home earlier that day than usual.

"No need. If there was no more, yes" finished saying, his brother immediately left him alone. It is not usually his attitude in such a way. Fitri felt her brother was in trouble .

***

Joseph stopped at a satay stall that he thought was unique. He immediately stopped the vehicle near the satay stall and immediately ordered it. The one who served seemed to still be the same age as him.

Sure enough, when he saw the appearance of satay on the plate it looks very uniqueness. Only the first time he found satay with the shoots of boiled sweet potato leaves also toge on it. The flavor is like a blend of peanut spices and also Padang satay sauce.

As soon as he scooped, it felt like tasting the pleasures of heaven. It feels really steady. Maybe if asked to give a value between 1-10, he will give a value of 100 so good. Want to add but embarrassed because it is crowded, but if only a portion less . After weighing 'em, finally he ordered again to be wrapped for food elsewhere. This time he did not care about Ilyas.

"If you can know where this one inspiration came from? It was delicious" Joseph asked the seller when he ordered it again.

"I don't know. In my place there were many who sold satay kayak gini . Maybe if it's me here" replied the seller. The logic feels foreign to Joseph .

"Yes." Yeah."

***

At 12 o'clock it finally arrived. Actually lunch time has arrived. But because it is still new so yes it still feels a bit how if you take food alone. Finally decided not to take any food before Riski returned from the market.

"Eat first. Later the hunt runs out," someone suddenly approaches him while holding a plate containing food.

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" ask the guy.

"My name is Ilyas."

"My name is Hasan" the man said as he put a small chunk of ice cubes into his glass containing sweet tea .

"Eat there first. Later continue again ", back the person reminded .

"What to get?" said again.

In the end Ilyas walked alone forward to pick up his own food. Then they both ate together. It seems that the two are still awkward to start the conversation again. Probably because they still don't know each other .

***

Fitri did not want to take a dizzy attitude of his brother who looks strange . With leisure he ate while looking at the sosmed. As soon as he finished, he immediately tidied the cooking utensils that he was wearing.

SO7 IS GOING TO BE IN CONCERT AGAIN

A news that made him very excited when he read it. Finally after a long wait. The last time they held a concert was when he was still in the hospital. Finally the expected one arrived as well.

This time he will collect his promise to accompany him to watch the concert. He did not care what Joseph said. A promise is a debt, to be paid in that time.

Fitri immediately entered his room whose walls were clearly displayed a fairly large poster with a picture of his favorite artist to express his joy. Somehow in his brain came to a shadow as he watched the concert while singing songs that almost every day he heard through his cellphone.

***

After receiving a pack of satay, Yusuf immediately restarts his motorbike while looking for a place to eat his satay. It feels better to eat in one place anyway, no need to bother so. Yusuf was too proud to do so.

The choice is actually in the mosque, but surely many people there especially when Dzuhur just came to say hello. If you go home far away from there. There was a little regret in him. In fact, greed is not a good thing to do.

Not finding a suitable place to eat, he finally gave a packet of satay to a beggar who happened to pass in front of him. After doing that, somehow there is a sense of joy in his heart . After giving the food to the beggar, Yusuf immediately prepared to perform the Dzuhur prayer at the nearest mosque.