BERHALA ISLAND
EPISODE 100: GOOD CUSTOMER

    Meanwhile, after Podin leaves for Jakarta, after Podin leaves his home, leaving behind his wife and two in-laws, Lesti returns to his shop. He arranged his merchandise. And of course Lesti also observes what items have begun to run out and who need to shop again, for messages sent back by the supplier. Yes, the activities in the store are actually very exciting. When there is no buyer, Lesti can arrange the goods, so neat and easy to be taken by the buyers. Even of course, Lesti could also rearrange items that were out of reach. And at the very least, Lesti can even guess, what are the merchandise= merchandise that needs to be addressed, what needs to be added, what needs to be added, and anything that does not exist but that is often needed by buyers. It must be considered by Lesti to fill the shop.

    And as Lesti arranged the items, there was a buyer coming into Lesti's shop.

    "You buy cigarettes, Ma'am .." said the man who went into his stall, the buyer was a half-century man. He wore a neat outfit with a long-sleeved shirt that was put in his pants, wearing a round hat and sunglasses. Looks handsome and cool, even though it is half a century old.

    Lesti, who was initially crouching, straightened up and told the buyer, "Welcome to our store .....What are you buying, sir?" ask Lesti to the visitors of the shop.

    "Lesti ...?!" suddenly the man who had just come to his shop said his name.

    Of course Lesti was shocked, because his name was called, which meant that the person knew him. But Lesti forgot, who the man was. Even Lesti did not recognize him.

    "Right, right ..., you're Lesti?" ask the man again.

    "Yes ..., true .... Sorry, who is this man?" ask Lesti to the man.

    "Surely Lesti forgot my equal .... Om Toro ..." said the man calling his name, Om Toro.

    "Who, yeah ...?" Lesti did not remember either, even though the man had already mentioned his name. He was still confused by the man who was now facing close to him.

    "Ah .., Lesti .... You're forgetting ..., or pretending to forget ...?" asked the man, whose hand had even poked Lesti's cheek.

    Of course Lesti was shocked, and tried to avoid colekan from the man.

    "Yes .... I forget. Who is this?" asked Lesti to the man, because indeed Lesti really did not know who the buyer who had just come to his shop. Although the buyer was a bit brash, but Lesti was still trying to be friendly to his customers.

    "Lesti .... I have never forgotten you .... Now you don't even know me. You're actually Lesti, right ...? Who used to be the lentic finger massager ...?" said the man reminded the profession of Lesti. Even the man had already opened his glasses and hat, for Lesti to more clearly observe him.

    Lesti continued to look at the man, from head to toe. Lantsa recalled the figure of the man standing before her. Lesti began to suspect, the man must be a customer. Yes, the customer when Lesti became a lentic finger masseuse. But indeed Lesti never remembered his customers.

    "Yes, Om .... I still don't remember that much" said Lesti who did not remember that person.

    "Lesti .... You are how ...? I'm looking for you everywhere .... Why are you selling like this now? Though I miss your massage so much, Lesti .... And frankly, Lesti .., I long to sleep again with you .... You really are a tasteful woman .... You can arouse my passion, Lesti." said the man who must have again tempted Lesti, to remind Lesti of her past profession.

    "Sorry, Om .... Now I no longer massage .... Now I am a merchant, have opened this store, and I will sell .... Although my business is small like this, but hopefully a blessing" said Lesti to the man, who of course he wanted to bury his old profession, he wanted to forget everything he had done in the black valley. And now, he wants to open a new sheet with the effort to open a grocery store and grocery store.

    "Lesti .... Anyway, I still miss you .... I still want to get those massages from you .... And of course, I also still want you to arouse my male passion .... Would you, Lesti ...? Come, Lesti .... Don't refuse my offer." said the man who had started pinching Lesti's ass.

    "Sorry, Om .... If you want to shop please do what shopping ... Continue after paying please go home. I want to organize my trades, and I want to count my trades for new orders." the word Lesti which subtly rejects and expels the man with a very polite and polite language and does not want to hurt or expel harshly to men who have tried to seduce him back that.

    "Lesti, you forgot about your life. I know who you really are. And I will still ask you to arouse my passion. Would you, Lesti? Not today, that's okay. Maybe next time I ask you to raise my passion for my life again" said the man who then paid for the cigarettes he bought, then left the store.

    Calm down Lesti's heart, the seductive man is gone. And of course, Lesti did not want to repeat the past that was too dark, so his own sister just considered herself unclean to be near him. Lesti's not working anymore. He returned to his merchandise. And of course also serve other buyers. Yes, because Lesti stalls are quite in demand, many buyers come and go. Like the word alternately, come bring sustenance. Lesti concentrated on his merchandise in the store.

    However, a few days later, when Lesti was in the store, and of course still serving the buyers, there was a red luxury sedan car that stopped in the parking lot, he said, right in front of the shophouse where Lesti was selling. Lesti looked at the person who got out of the car. And it turns out, the buyer who came yesterday the day after came to his shop. The buyer who calls himself Om Toro.

    The man over half a century had come again to Lesti's shop. Of course Lesti became agitated and confused. What else would the man want to come again? He would most like to tease himself.

    Naturally Lesti was confused by those words. He never made a deal, and Lesti never said anything to the man.

    "Sorry, what are you going to buy, sir?" ask Lesti who pretended not to understand and forgot about the man.

    "Aah .., Lesti .... You how are you? The same time I called Mr ...? I won't buy anything in your shop .... But I will buy you, Lesti." so said the man who whispered the words in Lesti's ear.

    Lesti, who was confused, then looked for answers that might be able to reject what was meant by the man.

    "Sorry, Mr .... I have a family, I have a husband. And now I open a shop. And I was never a masseuse again" Lesti told the man.

    "May ..., Lesti .... How are you this? I came all the way here wanting to feel your massage, Lesti .... I miss you so much .... Come on, Lesti .., we'll go to the hotel for a minute .... Massage me, bring my passion back, as you once did to excite me" said the man, who certainly asked for a date with Lesti.

    "Sorry, Mr .... Shoppers of my shop a lot .... I will serve the buyers" said Lesti, who subtly drove the man away. Of course Lesti tried to reject the invitation of the man who came.

    "Lesti, how is that .... Don't refuse sustenance, Lesti .... You want to ask for how much money, Om Toro will love .... Even the price of your shop is how much, Om Toro is ready to replace it" said the man who followed Lesti. The man certainly wanted to impose his will on Lesti.

    "Sorry, Mr .... My buyers are many .... Please understand the state of my shop. Please you leave this place." said Lesti who must be busy serving his buyers.

    "Well, Lesti .... I'm going to go. Please help me next time. It's a little sustenance for Lesti" said the man who placed the brown envelope on Lesti's cashier table. And the man left the Lesti store.

    Lesti picked up the brown envelope lying on her desk. He peeked at the contents. There's a hunk of red money in that envelope. This must be a lot of money.

    "Who was that, Lesti ...?" suddenly his mother asked, surely the man who had just come was.

    "Om Toro, Ms. .." replied Lesti.

    "Who is Om Toro?" ask her mother again.

    "Previous massage Lesti ..." replied Lesti again.

    "What does he want?" ask her mother again.

    "From me, Ma'am .... Ask for help for a massage with Lesti .... But Lesti refused, because Lesti was not massaging anymore." replied Lesti who certainly did not want to be a masseuse again.

    "Lah .., someone asked for help to be rejected. Poor ...." said his mother who certainly felt sorry for the man=laki who was rejected earlier.

    "If Lesti's serving massages, who's gonna look after the store, ma'am?" said Lesti reasoned.

    "You can massage in the upper room ..., in your room .... I'll take care of the shop" said her mother, who gave her advice.

    Lesti Lesti was silent, unable to say anything. He could only hold the brown envelope left by Om Toro, and feel the pile of money in the envelope.

    "Good customer." said Lesti in his heart.