The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 128 Invitation

" Mr Aira, but Raka has come ! " tap mbak Sri when I was having breakfast. He just finished washing the dishes.

I looked ahead, "Why isn't there ? " manyaku wonder.

" Again sit outside, chat with anyone who has just had breakfast here, " said mbak Sri.

" That means already dong," I said guess.

" Not really, just as I was washing the dishes earlier. When Raka mas want to enter the same mas mas who was just now. Then greet and talk outside." It tells.

I continued my breakfast regardless of Raka. When we finish talking, we will come in.

" Not made to drink Ma'am," advised mbak Sri.

" Later, if again fun to chat like to forget him. Know-know thirst just asked for a drink, hehe ! " selorohku's.

After eating a new meal I went out to look at the Raka mas in front. He looked at me and smiled. Mas-mas who was chatting with him also turned his head.

" Well, it's been tamperin mbak Aira. I'd like to open a kiosk ah." He also went straight away.

" Who the hell is he Mas? " tanyaku. He ate breakfast here a lot but I don't know his name.

" My neighbors who sell in the market, often eat here right," said mas Raka.

" Yes but I don't know who, because not too long ago he ate here. I think it was out yesterday," I explained.

" When working in Jakarta looking for capital, about five years like. Continue yesterday before the fast he returned and then open his own business selling men's clothes." Mas Raka's story.

" Mas Raka want breakfast first or we just go ? " tarku. Today we want to order an invitation, last night he said he wanted to pick up at the stall.

" It's breakfast fried rice at home, drink anget aja tea," he said. I went to the kitchen to pour him some warm tea.

" Fried rice mainstay menu yes, kok every time the work holiday fried rice breakfast, haha ! " I teased him.

" The father who made it earlier, because if Sunday night Oom Sono likes to bring food. Either martabak ,sate,bakso. The rice is left over because it has been eaten by Oom Sono, hehehe ! " sahut mas Raka chuckles.

" Yuk leaves, later to lunch," he asked after drinking tea and eating bakwan. He came out first after saying goodbye to mom, while I took my sling bag and also a cell phone.

" Go first, Ma'am," my saying goes to Sri who is having breakfast. He just nodded because he was chewing his food.

I went out and didn't forget to say goodbye to my mother. " Yuk Mas," I cried and immediately piggybacked on his bike because Raka mas has been ready since.

After walking around the square we arrived at the printing press. It is located to the west of the square. Nia used to also order an invitation here, there happened to be an employee who is my upperclassman in High School.

We were immediately greeted by the owner, a young father sitting in the lobby.

" Welcome, Ma'am. Want an invitation or a business card, or a yassin book," she said, smiling kindly.

" Want to order a wedding invitation sir," I replied with a smile no less friendly.

He invited us to sit down and call one of his employees. My upperclassman is invisible, maybe serving others or even moving to work. Not long after one of the female employees met us.

" This is Ma'am, Mas, please see first for example later want to choose what kind." He presented a map-sized book in which contains various invitation letters with various models and different writings.

" Thank you. Oh yeah, Mbah Hera does he still work here ? " tanyaku spoke stale, while looking at the sample invitation.

" It's been out, because it just gave birth," he replied. " How do you know Hera ? " ask back.

" He was my upperclassman in High School. I made an invitation here with my sister and met her. It's been 3 years." The mother of the mangosteen employees heard my story.

About half an hour later we had found a suitable invitation model. Simple and of course affordable price.

" Minimum message 100 sheets yes Mbak," said mbak employees.

I did intend to order 100 sheets, my friend was only a few that I invited. I didn't go to college so there were only a few new friends in the market and also close friends during school. The rest will be for brothers from father and mother, colleagues mas Raka, and acquaintances of my brothers.

" At the latest of a week, I'll let you know. Please write your name and phone number here."

After recording everything, I was given a receipt that I had paid half. We leave this place soon.

" Want to go back to the stalls what was the first walk ? " Mas Raka offered me as she passed through the square again.

" Go straight to the shop. Mas Raka if you want to go home is okay for example there is another business." I chose to go back to the shop.

" Tumben told me to go home. So I got kicked out of this story, hehehe ! " he said joking. We didn't feel like we were in front of a food stall.

" Yes, go home, hahaha ! " gurauku anyway.

I got off the bike and went into the stall. Mas Raka followed behind me.

" Oh, don't go home anyway," I chanted, looking back at him.

" God, baby, are you really throwing me out ? I want to be here with you." Mas Raka said with a clear face.

" Hahaha, yes. It's aja ngambek. Let's eat first ! " take me later.

" I want to pray first at the market mosque. If you're hungry eat first don't pa pa pa." He stopped going into the stall and turned around to go to the mosque.

" I want to pray too. We'll eat together later," I said. Mas Raka rushed to the mosque.

A few minutes passed. After folding my face and fixing the hijab I was wearing, my phone looked lit. There is a whatsApp message from Mas Raka.

[Dear, it's me again at the meatball stall and chicken noodles . You want what message ] Just right from earlier Raka mas not back and forth, it turns out to stop by the meatball stall.

[I asked for meatballs. The patch is separated, continue to use pickles as well. Don't forget to give dumplings if there are ]

[Waduh request very much. All ask mom and mom mbak Sri, want to order chicken noodles what meatballs ]

[I asked for a moment ] I left the phone screen on.

" Buk, mbak Sri, want chicken noodles what meatballs. You see, Raka's another message there." I asked Sri's mother and mother.

" Mommy is full, just Sri who has not eaten." My mother refused my offer.

" I've even made sambel onion Mbak, dear if not eaten." Mbak Sri also did not want, he just wanted to take rice in front.

" Yeah if you don't want to," I said and went back into the room where I prayed. Kubalas chat from mas Raka.

[Mad, the same mother Sri did not want. offered meatballs. It was full he said ]

[O that's. Then I just order meatballs with chicken noodles. ]

While waiting for Raka mas I fell asleep in the room where the prayer. A few minutes later he came back.

" Honey, the meatball. I pour it into the bowl yes," Mas Raka took two bowls and poured meatballs and chicken noodles.

" Thank you" I said and immediately ate it because it was hungry.

" The invitation is a message how many sheets Aira ? " ask mom when I'm in the middle of the heat.

" Huuh haah, order 100 Buk, haah haah ! " my mouth while sticking out my tongue.

" I will help you send the invitation, Ma'am," said Sri confidently.

" Of course, dong, but tomorrow if it's near the day."

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So it was gaes..