Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 6

Eight years have passed....

The beautiful girl in glasses and hijab was checking the ingredients of her sale at the food stall. Yes, that girl is a grown Galuh.

The long journey to get to the position now is not easy. In the past, when he was a teenager, he only helped his mother sell hodgepodge with carts on the side of the road.

Currently, at the age of twenty-six years he already has a food stall that is quite well known by young people. Not only that, most employees who work around the warehouse also become their regular customers.

Not a cafe or a restaurant, but really a stall that he designed for people like him. Galuh only has five employees in his stall. So, he himself also sometimes come to handle if the stalls are crowded.

"Sister!", a seven-year-old boy called Galuh who was busy in the stall kitchen. His house is on the second floor. Downstairs he made a shop.

"Blood? Ready already? Ayok!", Galuh invited Sham, his sister to go to school.

"Sister!", call Sham again.

"Yes, my sister forgot. Momentarily take your allowance first!", Galuh said turning to the cashier's desk.

"Not brother. Pocket money yesterday is still really!", reject Syam who is currently in second grade SD.

Galuh also turned to his sister who age difference quite far with him. Worth being his son maybe.

"What is Sham?", Galuh softened his voice.

"Lusa, the twenty-third date brother. Galuh wants to go back to the village, right?"

Galuh. Then after that he nodded slowly.

"God willing Sham!", he said while holding the hand of Sham. Galuh drove her to elementary school which was not too far from her home.

It did not take long, about ten minutes of his matic bity motorbike was parked in the private elementary school yard. Why private? The school is closest to home. SD is pretty far away. Galuh himself had to divide his time to make a living.

Syam greets the back of his brother's hand with reverence.

"Learn right on deck! Don't be naughty!", Galuh ruffled his sister's hair.

"Yes, brother, assalamualaikum!", pamit Sham.

"Getishalam."

Galuh also waited for Syam to really enter his school. After making sure Sham entered, then Galuh returned to his home and place of business.

After Galuh died, a luxury car stopped near the gate.

"Zea, remember! Listen to your teacher's explanation! Don't do it again, son!", tell the mother.

"Yes ma."

Zea just said that.

"Zea down ya ma, pa!", the little girl's camel to her parents.

"Yes dear!", answered the couple. Zea headed to her class as cheerfully as ever. Going to school was a pleasure for him. Because what?

Because the nosy Zea was free to prank her quiet classmates. Who else is not Sham?

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Galuh has arrived at his house. At half-eight in the morning, the atmosphere of the shop is always crowded. Most people are looking for breakfast.

Actually there are not many menus that Galuh provide in his stall. But his name has been set fortune mah, even though it-that's just a lot of people who return to the stall.

Seeing his three busy employees up front, Galuh replaced his employees at the cashier so he could help other colleagues. While one more person standby in the back to clean the cutlery of the customers.

Around ten o'clock, the stalls started to quiet down. Galuh could leave his stall to meet his mother upstairs.

As usual, his mother just sat dumbstruck staring at the surrounding atmosphere from a wheelchair. Yes, Sekar suffered paralysis after giving birth to Sham. Plus, his psychic is disturbed.

Eight years like that. Who does not want to see the real woman is still beautiful like a statue???

And about Sham, Sekar did not touch the boy at all. For him, the presence of Sham was a catastrophe. Sekar hated Sham. In the shadow of Sekar, Sham's face was exactly the same as the man who had desecrated him at that time.

What about Syam? The boy grew strong. He was always kind as an adult. He is matured by reality. His mother never expected his presence. Syam just feels lucky, he has a sister who really loves him.

"Mom, it will be noon. Eat yes?", Galuh told his mother. I glanced at his eldest daughter.

"Mother is tired of Luh!", Shekar started to complain again as usual.

"Mom, I can't say that. There is Galuh who will always support the mother, accompany the mother!", said Galuh reassured his mother.

"You want to go home? Did the Linga come to our house?", asked Sekar. Every time his mother asked him that question, Galuh's heart was always in pain.

"Yes ma'am, he must have come!", Galuh grabbed the plate he had placed on the table earlier. He put the rice in front of his mother's mouth. Now obey Galuh's orders. He obediently ate lunch with a feed from Galuh.

Two days passed, after taking Sham, Galuh darted towards his hometown. As in previous years, Galuh must have come home on the date of his marriage to Lingga.

Is it natural that he still hopes that Lingga will return to fulfill his promise?

I drive the wheel two. If he gets on the bus he can spend five to six hours, not on a motorcycle. He's almost like a racer. Anyway, in the afternoon she had to return to the city to take care of her mother and sister.

Black wheeled vehicles both have entered the plantation area. He always stopped in front of the hut where he met and quarreled with Lingga to end up getting married impromptu.

After tired of nostalgia with his past that should not be too imprint, Galuh continued the journey to the house.

After opening the door of her living room, only a sigh could be heard from her tiny lips. The situation is still the same, as in previous years. Nothing has changed!

The message he wrote for Lingga was still on the table which he was covering with a stone. That means Lingga has never returned to this place to fulfill his promise.

The girl cleaned her father's house. As always, Galuh will remember his memories as a child in this modest house.

After being satisfied to rest, Galuh sat on the sofa by leaning his head against the back of the sofa.

He grabbed a bottle of mineral water and drank it. After that he chewed sararota which he deliberately bought on the road earlier. Towards Ashar, Galuh prepared to return to the city. Cleaning the house and resting for an hour in the house of the relics of the father, felt enough by him.

Galuh also drove his vehicle to the capital. His prediction, around nine o'clock in the evening he will arrive home.

As he passed by the memory hut, there was a car that stopped there. Regardless of him, Galuh also passed through the hut just like that.