Dream Womb
The fimiliar face
The comfortable atmosphere of the contract is sometimes quite comfortable. In fact, I had to come teach to a city that was a good distance away. To get there, I had to take public transport first.
I always arrive an hour early to anticipate things that are not desirable. Sometimes, public transportation that I ride must stop and ngetem first to wait for passengers. Not infrequently also the passengers are full, it turns out the car tire even leaked. Just-there's.
One hour of time, I think it is enough to prepare before teaching. If in a rented house, usually I just chat or enjoy afternoon snacks at Bu Juju stall. If in my place of work is close to the Mang Usup shop.
Usually I stop by Mang Usup coffee shop first. Semi-permanent stalls that provide a variety of snacks until breakfast. My stomach always asks to be filled before teaching, otherwise I usually lack the ability to concentrate on teaching. Living in a cold place always makes me feel hungry.
"Front left sir, on the road ahead of the stall," I told the driver.
The car stopped too. I handed him a sheet of money five thousand and then immediately came down from the angkot. Nominal cheap when compared to I have to ride an online motorcycle, so I prefer to ride an angkot. Besides being more comfortable, the angkot here is also clean. The only obstacle, the angkot is not on time alias often more than I expected. If it is fast it can be very early and I have to wait longer at the Mang Usup stall.
It was nice to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee at the shop. There are lontong, fried, and various kinds of wet cakes that Mang Usup has just bought from the market. One or two wet cakes is usually enough to fool the worms in my stomach.
I can also interact with my fellow buyers even though we don't know each other. The sense of family here is still thick. Throwing each other a smile or just saying hello makes my need to socialize fulfilled.
If in the room I teach small children, channel one side of motherhood, then in this shop I am free to be myself, chatting anything with Mang Usup's wife, Teh Narti. We are even familiar like brothers.
Finally, I arrived at Warung Mang Usup, my destination this morning before teaching. This place looks crowded by people who buy breakfast. Because of the crowd, the table where to put breakfast until it is not visible because it is blocked by customers.
"Teh Narti, I want coffee yes, one regular kayak, milk coffee," I said half shouting. I saw Teh Narti and Mang Usup were both busy serving customers.
Just as I was about to find a seat, suddenly my body was hit by a girl who had just walked out of the crowd. It seemed that the girl was in a hurry until the food she was holding dropped to the ground.
I felt bad because the girl bought quite a lot of wet pastries and eventually the cake had to fall to the ground.
"No papa, brother, I should be the one apologizing. I'm in a hurry until I don't see any big brother want to sit down" she said.
Teenage girl with white and soft skin. Without wearing any make-up, this girl already looks naturally beautiful. His thick eyebrows overshadowed his round eyes, his white cheeks looking reddish as he smiled.
"Udah, Dik, no papa, Brother also took a chair did not look around. Let's go get some more cookies, don't worry about Brother paying."
"Oh, Brother is good for the gravestone, so it doesn't feel good for me."
The girl smiled sweetly. I am no stranger to his smile. For some reason, suddenly my thoughts were on Haris. This girl looks a lot like Haris. Maybe this is just my feeling. Many times I brushed off the name Haris, who was always present in memory without me inviting.
"Oh yeah, Dik, you know, I'm Keysha, whose name is sister?" I asked to see the hospitality of this girl.
It's like he's got a magnet that makes all eyes point at him.
"I'm Santi, Brother. Thank you so much for Keysha Tea for replacing Santi's fallen snacks. Though it should not be necessary. Santi is not feeling well with Keysha."
The girl smiled, the curvature of her lips really reminds me of Haris.