Aji's Adventure In The Future #AdventureAji
Equally Reddened

"Bang, one cheese martabak pan, well," said Pretty smiling. Pretty is a smiley woman. The smile of a Pretty Morning Glory Sumaili was very cheap. Before we smile first, Pretty will smile first.

Spontaneous Aji smiled. So shady. That's how Aji feels every time he finds Pretty smiling. For Aji, smiling, Pretty's face was eleven-twelve with Dewi Nawangwulan, one of the seven angels Jaka Tarub met in a forest. In his village, about Jaka Tarub, some say it's a mere fairy tale. Where there is a creature called an angel let alone down to the Earth. However, there are also those who believe that the story of Jaka Tarub is real. Some people who believe the truth of Jaka Tarub's story usually come from those who often practice in silat college. Most masters also believe in the story of Jaka Tarub, although there are also masters who say it is just a fabricated story created by the inhabitants of the palace (like a conspiracy only).

"This mother," said the martabak seller who deftly stir the martabak dough, but he still had to finish an order of one special egg martabak from a moustached father. "kok only use pajamas aja? Hehe..."

"Ntar too, abis went home, went straight to sleep. Let's be easy, no need to change clothes again." said Pretty without a second thought, smiling. Pretty, who knows exactly how to behave without having to change into someone else. "Brothers aren't bothered, are they? I only wear pajamas, brother immediately thought dirty?"

The martabak seller with a rather strange ear shape (somewhat like a clawed ear) laughed. "Well, not that, ma'am. I just feel a little weird. Just this first time, someone bought my martabak, just pajamas."

"Means I got a discount, dong, Bang?!" pretty said, twitching his eyes.

Not the martabak seller who answered, even the father who took over. "Not so, haha. pity the brother later, lose money."

"Father could be." said the martabak seller. "Oh yeah, that's her boyfriend, that guy?"

Aji who was quite observant to observe, Aji's heart immediately beat fast when watching Pretty's facial features. Aji swallowed the saliva. Like Pretty's facial hue, Aji is the same, meeting pink like the color of a guava. In my heart, I really like you too, Pretty.

Without Pretty and Aji realizing it, the change in expression of the two of them was very noticed by the martabak seller, who sang the song "Racing Station", which was once popularized by the late Didi Kempot. "...ning race station, kuto solo sing dadi reminiscence, kowe karo I naliko, ngeterke lungamu..."

"Absolute Solo?" ask the father.

"No, sir, I'm the original Karawang. Born there, continued at the age of twenty-one years, moved to Tangerang." replied the martabak seller.

"Fluent Java. I am from Solo alone, losing eloquently."

"What's the matter, sir?"