Dusk Bleak
The dusk is grim

“Ant!“

“Ya new.“

Grandma Dusk called.

This twilight felt really grim. It feels like a crumble.

Antony ran to get it.

“What's the matter?“

“Buy grandma martabak ya!“

Antony complained.

“You don't want to?“ ask Grandma.

“Iya.“ Antony answered ogah-ogah. “What Is It?“

“Telor..“ Grandma Dusk said. She was actually named Senjawati but somehow she was called that.

“What sweet telor?“ ask Antony to make sure again.

“Telor monyong!“

“Iya.“

Antony rushed away with a 36.5 million motorbike. Colour red. Buying time at a dealership is just that. The others don't fit. If not different colors or types are different and cheaper.

Until the location is still quiet, unlike usual which is always full, only he is a person who is here this time.

Antony immediately parked a two-wheeled vehicle near the seller's place.

“Bang buy,“ he said.

“Wait a minute, less a bit.“

“Iya.“

Antony's waiting. He immediately took the HP in his pocket. Then open the social media that he used to wear. Not just one app. Understand his friend a lot. When it opened, there was a lot that had not been seen. Thousands. Makes him unable to open all. Only the important ones. Passing by let it pass. Capek.

The seller was still cool to take his wares out of the big wagon with two wheels plus four legs in front and behind him.

“What?“

“Martabak telor.“

“What's what?“

“Telor three only. Special, 21 thousand.“

“Not the four... Only 26 thousand only.“

“Let her grandmother be angry..“.

“Don't say bang.“

“Kan looks this small, it's big. The chicken and duck eggs are different,“ explained the trader. Fear of buyers ordering disappointed. It will just not like. Until it doesn't end. Or exhausted but wasted.

There's a woman coming. He's got his motor matic. The one in black. Engine 150 CC. But often enter the workshop. Often lost under it, until the sound of print-print. Turn the workshop again. Tied up. Then the belt is already kiwir-kiwir.

“Buy bang. Just as rich the buyer is. Telor.“

“Iya.“

“Yang three course yes bang, 21 rebo doang," said the girl to make sure.

“Iya neng, wait yes after him,“ said the seller. He started making orders. Take the round dough in the basin. A lot of that stuff is made. About 65 seeds. At least until everyone. If it is used until tomorrow, it will no longer enjoy. Then slammed on the cutting board, then pressed firmly. Then dilated to thin by twisting. His right brother's hand twisted while throwing at the fine cutting board of ceramics, while his left hand offset on the side of the dough widened opposite him, with four fingers on top of the dough. He repeated it and continued to throw the dough until it formed a thin layer of widened and round. Next take three eggs, put in a large cup, mixed seasoning and chives alias muzzang. Plus meat and other mixes. Then stirred evenly. Then the wide dough was put in hot oil in a wide pan. Afterwards put the telor. And covered with martabak leather from a thin wide dough earlier. Wait until cooked by reversing the dish until the color turns brown which invites flavor.

“I used to bang.“

“I used to be, the dusk grandmother who asked was waiting for this,“ Antony said exasperatedly. The time he came first, but even the one served the beautiful.

“I am a girl first la,“ said the woman did not want to budge. Waiting longer, not wanting. Whaaat!

“Kok that anyway?“ Antony's annoyed. Approached by the woman. “Whose name?“ said he asked.

“Claudia. You?“

“Antony SG.“

“Wih... kayak artist the player yes?“

“Ya is not. My man's name is Antony Satrio Nggautomo.“

“N dong instead of G.“

“Serah.“

The two had a serious conversation.

The next one is disturbed. “This mateng both.“

Martabak's brother gave his second order. You welcome. Let no one be envious. Because if one cooks, then the other has been included again. So that at the last packing time in place, can be together.

“Ya. Thanks for bang.“

“Iya.“

Both home. Antony says, “Tomorrow meeting yes.“

“OK...“.