
After getting a message of love from the lover, Melati went out of the store for a moment to her subscription food stall. While Dodit was standing guard at the store while waiting for meal change time.
Melati subscription food stalls not too far away. It was only about three stalls away. Actually many food stalls around the stall Melati, but he prefers there because of the taste and cleanliness factor.
"Eh mba Mel? wanna eat?" Greet the food-seller's mother as soon as Jasmine gets into her stall.
"Yes mom, what vegetables are you?" Ask Melati while looking at the storefront that contains a variety of dishes.
"It's normal mba." Jasmine mangosteen mangosteen
"Yes mom, I asked for rice pake side dish stir-fry lettuce, the two same perkedel that sauteed melinjo skin huh?" Pinta Jasmine.
"Ready Mba Mel." The middle-aged woman swiftly picked up the plate and immediately filled it according to the order of the beautiful widow.
"Bring to the store, ma'am?" Said Melati as soon as she received the plate that had been filled with food.
"Yes mba."
Jasmine returned to the store carrying a plate of food. It had become a habit of him, more comfortable eating in the store. After finishing eating, the shop owner will come to pick up the plate and the payment.
Arriving at the store and sitting in the cashier's seat, Melati immediately fed her mouth with the food she had brought.
"Mails? What else?" Call a girl a few days later. Melati who was engrossed in enjoying her food for a moment stopped.
"Eh Yan again eat this, here enter." The person who was told to enter was according to Melati's request. He immediately went in and took the palm chair not far from where Melati was.
"Wouldn't you eat? Let's get Dodit to go?" Tawar Jasmine.
"No, I ate that." Replied Yanti, whose gaze she now looked down at Dodit who was serving.
Melati only mangosteen mangosteen while continuing to eat it.
"Well, by the way, did you tell me to come here?" Ask Yanti.
Before answering Melati spent her meal first. After it ran out, he took the drinking water and continued to sit back in its original place.
"I was told to move with Falah" said Melati as soon as she finished drinking.
"It must be Mel, doesn't your family mind all of you living there alone?" Yanti. He pulled out his chair and brought it near Melati to sit down.
"You have no view of the house that can be contravenous?"
"you want to contract? why not just go home?" Ask Yanti wonder.
"Not Yan. I always want to puke if I see Siti's behavior." Complain Jasmine
Yanti who did know the divorce story Melati just sighed deeply and she thought for a moment.
"I have Mel's place, deket his house bang Jati, but it's ntar downstairs he said he wanted to use Jaka for business." Yanti.
And this offer is what Melati is waiting for. As per Jaka's advice on a date yesterday. It turned out that Yanti was right to show.
"Difficult yan?" Ask Melati while propping up her chin.
"Difficult anyway not Mel, Yes later I try to talk the same bang Jati first, and also Jaka objections not. If he doesn't mind, maybe you can put the house in." Yanti said and of course Melati immediately nodded.
"Okay Yan, I'm afraid."
In addition to chatting about the house, the two women who had been friends since the text were also involved with chatting to other things including gossip. Ordinary women if they have been chatting there must be a conversation material until they do not remember the time.
While at the same time seen middle-aged man in a field in the market is sorting and wrapping sweet corn in a sack. corn corn was scratched one kilo and put into plastic.
"Har tumben?" What's abis?" It turns out that the two middle-aged men already know each other. And they immediately shook hands.
"It's buying chili seeds. It's sweet corn, isn't it, Mat?" Ask the man named Haryo.
"Yes, would? Take it." Take it." Tawar Ramhat's.
"Heh, people are sold. No need to." Reject Haryo.
"What's wrong, take it. I'm not going to take Har straight. Just calm down." Reply Rahmat jumawa and both chuckle.
"You can be Matt. I sit down, right? Pretty cape around this big market."
"Sit down Har. Want to drink it yourself?" Say Grace. He stopped his work for a moment.
"So I met Jati and Yanti. Their efforts are also getting more advanced." Haryo said in amazement.
"Alhamdulillah Har." Jawah Ramhat's.
"What's your second son Mat?" Ask Haryo again.
"He just got out of work, he wants to open a workshop, he said. I as a parent can only support Har." Answer Grace. He grabbed the corn that was scattered on the cots.
"What's she not married yet?"
"Not yet, but many tuh yng nawarin his daughter. But I don't know. What a rich taste of my son."
"His name has not met a mate ya hard Mat, rich son bontotku it."
"Oh yeah yeah, your son said he was divorced?" Now replace the Grace that asks.
"Yes Mat. My son is willing to work far away eh even her husband cheated, where the affair with his son my sister again. Is it not crazy." Although the incident had been a long time, but anger and disappointment still rained in the man's heart and it was very clear from the bead of his eyes.
"It's really outrageous huh Har." Greetings Grace
"Then it's Mat, confused I'm the same son of my bontot. He doesn't even want to stay home. Many times trying to be close to men, hard to ask for forgiveness. Nolak. Focus on trade, trade and commerce." Haryo. His eyes were glaring, as if the burden of his life was so heavy.
"He's patient Har, if it's time he'll want to." Grace said and Haryo just smiled wryly.
"Do you want Mat to have a widow's daughter-in-law? If you want to try our son to make acquaintances." I don't know where the idea came from Haryo said like that.
"Hah can you Har. if I don't mind my son can be a virgin or a widow, as long as the woman is good. But if your son's mah I believe Har raised you top." Praise Grace who knows very well how Haryo educates her children.
"Hahaha, you can Mat."
"Ntar deh I tried to talk to my son, he would not know your son." The word of grace has arrived.
"You're serious Mat?" Haryo asked in disbelief. Though earlier he was only joking intentions but was even taken seriously by Grace.
"Yes, try Har. If my son wants to, we can talk about it next. If you don't want to be a fool." Bright Mercy and Haryo stuttered her head as a sign that she agreed with what Grace said.
"Okay Mat, you can try."
Now the two middle-aged men were back to talking. I don't know what they're talking about, which sure looks fun to the eye of the beholder.
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