Behind the Loss of the Moon
Part 9 [Market]

Wake up, Drakor marathon recommended in Safa, fall all day. All my Sunday plans are gone. Early in the morning, precisely after the dawn prayer, Mama immediately brought me to accompany him to the market, more precisely I was made an impromptu assistant by, Mama.

He said let more move, and so know what ingredients are the needs of the kitchen. Mama's good intentions, it deserves four thumbs up, because in modern zama like this there are many women who can not even distinguish ginger, and galangal.

The thing is, I have to prepare an extra stock of patience, to deal with the habit, Mama. I have to accompany Mama, traveling around the corner of the market to compare the quality and price of vegetables that are in accordance with the wishes of Mama, I also have to wait patiently for Mama, chatting with her relationships, aka her lasting traders. From the beginning of stale bases to personal problems are always the subject of their chat, from those who initially want to shop so all vent and share experiences. Good indeed, because in addition to getting discounts, Mama can also get many tips, for example how to make a sponge to expand, how to keep vegetables durable and always fresh, to tips on taking care of teenagers. Yes, sometimes I also become their material. That's why I'm always lazy if Mama, asking for company to the market.

"Gem, you wait here first yes, Mama want to choose spinach leaves in the stall there." Mama, pointing at a vegetable field that was blocked four stalls from where I was sitting.

I'm nodding. "The whole corn, too, Ma" I said.

"Titip, Gemi yes, Mom. I want to buy spinach first," said Mama, to a Mother-Mother spice seller, sala one relation Mama, whose field became my seat.

The middle-aged mother I knew was named, Aminah nodded her head in agreement.

"Neng, Gemi what class is it now?" after there was no buyer, Aminah was sitting next to her lapel with me.

"Class two eSeMA Buk," I said.

"It turns out, this Neng Gemi. In the past when it was still eSDe, Neng Gemi was often taken to the market while carried on his back, Mama Eneng," said, Bu Aminah. "Taken cradle, Neng Gemi also likes to hold lollipop candy only, same Mama Neng Gemi, the package can not be opened, so not to eat." Me and Aminah both laughed in remembrance of the past.

Just like now I also often refuse if Mama, take me to the market, the reason is because I used to not like the smell of a diverse market, but because of the dryness now become accustomed. To overcome my protest, Mama, always persuaded me by going to buy me lollipops in the market, but the condition is that I have to eat first if I want to eat candy, but the condition is that I have to eat first, as a result of the candy I always hold a piece of Mama, shopping because I am always difficult to eat breakfast.

"Excuse me ma'am, I'd like to buy a red onion the same as a quarter-quarter of garlic." I turned to make sure the owner of the voice sounded familiar.

Right I guess, that's Ms. Rania's voice. "Bu Rania, how are you?" I approached Ms. Rania, then kissed her hand.

"Lho, this is Gemi'kan? Thank you, Mother's news, good. If it's Gemi, how's it going?" Miss Rania, asked.

"Gemi, also alhamdulliah good Mom, I like to shop in this market too?" my many.

I was a little surprised because the location of this market is quite far from the house of Bu Rania, plus there is a market that is located closer to home, Bu Rania.

"Come on, Son Gemi, I come here every once in a while, all together take a dipenan duck eggs from subscriptions, Mother." I was amazed at my curiosity. "Son Gemi, also again shopping huh?" tanya, Miss Rania.

"No ma'am, I'm just mama, aja. It's Mama, me!" Ms. Rania, following my direction pointed, there was Mama, and several other Mothers who were bargaining with the vegetable merchant.

I observed the look on Ms. Rania's face, unfortunately I couldn't interpret Ms. Rania's gaze, on my Mom. Naturally indeed, if Bu Rania, was to stare at my Mama expressionlessly, maybe everyone would too. If almost all Mothers will use a negligee for shopping to the traditional market, My Mom instead looks fashionable with knee-length dres, plate shoes, and a branded sling bag. My mom, obviously got the wrong costume.

When I ask the reason why my mother always looks fashionable if to the market, she will answer with answers that I never thought before.

"Mama, you want to look beautiful despite the smell of sweat and dust from the market" he said.

"No!" I was a little surprised to hear Bu Rania's voice, which was a little high." Nay! I mean, don't. Not now, because Mother, has been waiting for the motorcycle taxi driver in the parking lot," said, Bu Rania.

I nodded in understanding. "Yaudah, but sometime if Mom, to this market again, Mom don't forget to stop by my house yeah, not far from this market ko, in housing after the fork in front. My house is number 82" I said.

Ms. Rania, did not agree, nor did she nod, she just smiled warmly as usual. "This is the money, Mom. Mother, first yes, son Gemi." said Ms. Rania, after paying for the onions she bought.

From behind, I could see Ms. Rania, walking a bit in a hurry, having previously smiled briefly at me.

"Gem, let's go home!" Mama, approached me with a medium-sized scraping.

I nodded, then said goodbye to Aminah, before bringing the groceries that Mama had given me.

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"Ma, Gemi'kan was already nemenin Mama, now Gemi, want to rest all clean-up first yes, bada Gemi, it's very sticky." I said, after putting shopping bags on the kitchen table.

Mama, please accept my request without haggling again.

My initial intention to take a bath came to a halt when I accidentally saw a light green journal of mine. As soon as I remembered, if this book was deliberately prepared to record the points I got about the reason for the departure, Brother Moon. There are three words I have written. Mom, Dad, and Brother Moon. Of the three people I had to look for clues, but unfortunately it was obviously difficult, Papa and Mama, obviously would not open their mouths even if I forced them to know, they would definitely dodge.

While Kak Bulan, even I do not know where it is, contacted via mobile phone, never reply.

In this house, there is only me, Gio, Mama and Papa. There was no ART, gardener, or driver, that I could probably ask if they existed, but it was from my little Mama, not wanting to rent ART, that I could ask if they had, he said he wanted to enjoy the role of a mother and housewife, Papa also did not have a driver, he said he would rather drive his own car than drive others.

Deadlocked. I couldn't find the slightest clue even though it was vague.

It seems, my search will really take a long time.

**Hallo good reader!

Thank you for waiting faithfully for this story.

May you always be blessed with happiness and luck.

People who are rich and successful.

Jum**