Candra Kirana
Mahal Satay

The trip to Candra's house turns out not to be as difficult as Kiran thought. Candra chose a gently sloping route with a slightly wide path, so they could walk side by side and of course hand in hand.

Kiran occasionally turned her head, looking up a little to look at Candra's face which sometimes seemed cold. Sad expressions also sometimes appear at a glance, but immediately drowned by a flat face or a thin smile.

While laughing, Candra looks free and alive. Kiran likes it because the expression looks more natural, and of course makes Candra more attractive.

An old archway greeted them on both sides of the road. Kiran could not read the name of the village listed there because it passed too quickly. Only 1905 at the very bottom of the archway was caught by Kiran's eyes.

Ah... Did the two of them indeed walk too fast? It felt like Kiran did not even have time to record anything that went through her. His vision runs and moves from one object to another like the view of a person riding in a car.

Naturally, if the village archway he had just passed was not legible. But 1905 was terrible. Ancient, old and also contain oddities. How could a gate that was more than a century old still stand strong? Though from the model and dull, the simple building never seems to be renovated.

"Eh .. Has it reached the village, Can?"

"Yes this has entered the village, the postesdes not far away, but if the night is closed. Can you wait until morning?" Candra stopped her steps, turning her head towards Kiran to get an answer.

Kiran's heart suddenly cleared, Candra looked at him deeply even though her eyes were like there was no ray of life. There was a worried look on his handsome face, and Kiran was misbehaved by it.

"I'm a little better, maybe need a break and a warm drink!"

"Alright, I hope you have the medicine to catch a cold for you!" Candra tightened her hand as if afraid Kiran would come off. They walked again towards a single point of reddish light.

"That's the market, Can?" ask Kiran happy. Being in the village brings another feeling to Kiran, not being too afraid or feeling disbelief in Candra.

"Not." Candra looked over with a complicated expression.

"Then true rame?"

"Ntar you know too, come on!"

The red dot Kiran saw turned out to be an illumination from a storm lamp placed on top of a rock. Many people then pass around the lamp, like there is a buying and selling transaction.

Smoke rises around the market, mingling with a fairly dense fog, as well as the cold air of the mountain slopes that freeze the bones. Kiran looked at the buyers queuing at one point, her nose also recognizing the smell coming out of the place. The smell of burnt meat aka satay.

Kiran chuckled in amazement, "Oh my goodness, the real rame people want to buy satay nights like this."

"Want to?" Candra offers with sincerity. "Like satay?"

"Like it, but if the queue all that mending is not necessary, tomorrow-tomorrow!" reject Kiran.

Once observed, it was indeed not a market. There is only one seller of satay with buyers. Perhaps because there was no other choice, so everyone piled up queues in one place.

Kiran's hand was still within Candra's grasp, not at all separated from since they left the last place. I don't know...Kiran feels like a child who is afraid will disappear if not held, or maybe because Candra is too worried about her health?

Although pleased, Kiran also felt a little strange now. Candra pulled him to the satay seller's place, then everyone immediately stepped aside to give them a place.

Kiran felt uneasy about grabbing the queue, let alone the spies of the satay interlocutors watching with strange gazes, as if Kiran was an alien who should not be among them.

The stunned satay seller looked at Kiran, his eyes twitching deliberately several times to get the correct vision. Before long, the man nodded as a polite greeting.

"Want to buy satay?" Sate's seller's voice was like someone was choking. Wishing that he hadn't mistakenly seen a beautiful girl in such a place. A sighting that has never been found while selling there.

Kiran looked at Candra for a bit to get her approval again. "Sate what is this, sir?"

"Gag …." The satay seller no more than forty years old did not dare to continue answering because Candra was glaring at him.

"Western bog!" answer Candra quickly. "Buy five skewers, if most of the effects on the body are not good, hot!"

Kiran according to her logic says that Candra's reasoning is absurd. Five skewers hot? Twenty, that's what Kiran used to eat when starving. Not including lontong which sometimes runs out to three.

But still, Kiran wanted to appreciate the kindness of Candra who wanted to buy her favorite food for less.

Perhaps Candra's ability to pay was only that, aka her finances were not in good condition, so Kiran nodded in agreement even though she only bought five stabs.

The face of the seller satay looks grim, but does not dare to refuse the will of the customer. Each buyer is only allowed to buy one skewer, a maximum of two for limited circles, and Candra actually asks for five.

But looking for problems with 'sing mbaurekso' in that place is not an option. Candra can lay off her sustenance by not selling in her village. So, without asking any more five skewers were immediately burned and wrapped to give to Kiran.

"Please the satellite, Ma'am! Where are you going by the way? Not in the wrong direction, is it?" The satay seller held out the package while giving Kiran some flickering codes. He boldly asked more seriously, with additional colekan on Kiran's hand. "Maybe you need my help?"

Kiran was confused by the situation. The satay salesman put a face of pity on her, as if she was a helpless girl who was lost. Or just like a virgin in a den of thieves.

"I'm fine, sir! This is my friend, he will help me!" kiran said politely while smilingly glancing at Candra. Excited because the satay seller was friendly to him.

Kiran received the parcel, coming into contact with her seller's hand which felt warm. Maybe because it just burns satay so it is not as cold as other hands that tightly grip his fingers from earlier.

Candra pays with ten pieces of red money. The sight that instantly gave Kiran a headache. One million for five skewers? Each skewer contains only three slices of meat as large as his thumb. Just be right!

The satay seller simply nodded without daring to stare at Candra who was grinning cynically at him. Angry because the satay seller dared to sassy invite Kiran to talk to offer help.

"Thank you, sir!" kiran said before moving to follow the pull of Candra on her hand.

Candra took Kiran away after her money was received with trembling hands by the satay seller. Kiran frowned astonished at the fear looming in the eyes and face of the satay seller who was sweating quite a lot.

"Still strong path? Just stay home" said Candra, gently rubbing Kiran's head.

Instead of answering, Kiran threw a question back. "You didn't get paid wrong, did you?"

"No, the price is so!" answer Candra sweet.

"Huh, seriously you, Can?"

Candra turned her head, "I'm serious, Kiran!"

"But .. is very expensive."

"That's a special satay. It is difficult to make forest chicken here, it is natural that the price is expensive. Just like the manpower that the seller spends to hunt."

"It feels good? Ntar expensive doang but the taste is not bad?!"

"You try it yourself later, but I think it feels good ... really good instead …!" answer Candra seriously.

"Pantes only they buy only one skewer .. the price is exorbitant." Kiran commented while glancing at the calm-looking young man next to her, with a duitan eye expression of course.

Kiran's female brain instantly gains an additional assessment of Candra. Other than being handsome, the young man seemed to be a tycoon. Damnit damnit!

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