Healing
101. The New Place of the Fortune Bearer

Three months I've lived here, three months I've been a food stall owner. There are a lot of people I know and recognize here, there are even many who do not know Juna, but know me. Now I am more famous and popular among the people. Whether they contract, or live in their own home, they obviously know me for buying food in my shop. I am also famous among the sellers in the market. Because every day I go to the market and become their subscription.

Month after month I live in Juna rented, I have been able to save quite a lot, the capital I borrowed from Yoga money for Shaka I used to have fully returned. Even my savings are still pretty much left.

It turns out that selling cuisine around the rented and residential complex is a promising business. Starting this month I'm the one who paid Juna's contract for the next year. At first Juna paid the rent for the month, and now I'm paying for it because I'm the one who's occupying Juna's contract now. Juna rarely sleeps in his own rented house because it has now changed its function to become my rice stall.

Juna was more comfortable sleeping in the next-door rented, owned by Rasid, even though Rasid was sleeping in his own rented, Juna still slept in Rasid's rented, and they slept in bed together.

The second month of staying here I managed to buy a refrigerator because some customers sometimes order iced tea or iced oranges during the day. Sometimes there are also school children who come home just to buy ice blenders. Now there is a variety of merchandise in my shop, not only selling rice and side dishes, there is also an assortment of ice blenders and also fruit juice.

Although the place is narrow, but I still have to survive here, this location is very strategic to sell. I was worried that if I moved to a bigger house my customers were reduced because of their location away from where they live.

Today Juna is off, because Saturday, at the factory where Juna works is only 5 working days, from Monday to Friday, if Saturday or Sunday departs, indeed only 5 working days, that means counting overtime. If the holiday like now Juna likes to accompany me shopping to the market, every day I do go shopping at 3 am, usually the merchants have prepared my groceries, and I just pay for it, and I just pay for it, because every night I send a message a list of vegetables that I will cook the next day.

No wonder my cell phone contacts keep a lot of phone numbers of sellers in the market. From seasoning sellers, vegetable sellers, sembako sellers, chicken sellers, fish, Frozen food sellers, and many more of my acquaintances in the market. That's why I'm very well known among sellers in the market.

Than when I used to live at home with my mom and dad, I am more known to people when I am here. Here no one knows the story of my past except Juna, which is why they all respect me. There were even some traders in the market who liked me very much and asked me to be his daughter-in-law. One of them is a grocer whose son is my age. There is also a vegetable seller who assisted his sister every selling in the market, often match-making me with his sister.

All I faced casually, and considered it all just a joke. I am no longer interested in getting married. Three months later I was 27 years old, actually Juna sometimes asked me to respond to the requests of sellers in the market to match me with their family or relatives. It's just that I'm still very traumatized. The failure of my marriage I have not been able to forget just a few months ago. And I can't possibly be in a relationship with someone new anymore.

I'm just lazy if later the family or relatives of my new partner start asking about my family, and start looking for information about me. I was judged very badly by the people who lived around my papa mama's house, which is why I couldn't get into a relationship with anyone. Just leave me alone, because it's better for me.

The owner of the end of the street rice stall never came to my stall again, because when he came to hit me, Rasid said he would report it to the authorities if he dared to come again. True said Juna, fortunately there was Rasid who helped me at that time, otherwise I was just confused because I was new.

" Today's menu anything for breakfast?. Ever since I lived here and opened the shop, I felt so fatter, how not. Sister's cuisine turned out to be very delicious, and at the kakar nasi warung is free to take it yourself, of course the older brother's customers will be more and more" said Juna.

" At first I did not agree with the way selling brother who freed the buyer to take his own rice, what could be profitable if the buyer took a lot of rice. But it turns out that selling in that way makes those who buy at the sister stall keep coming back and become regular customers. I just found out brother jago's strategic".

Along the way to the market Juna kept talking while on the bus. We got off the bus because we got to the market.

" Not the jago Jun strategy, you just think, if you eat with rice is taken, you don't know how much food portions they eat, you just think, you just think, if you eat a little and you take a lot, it will not run out even mubadzir. And if they eat a lot of portions, brother take according to the portion of brother, they can already eat but not full. That's why they don't fit, mending themselves who measure how much rice they will eat. It will be right, no less and no more" I said, while heading to the location of the meat seller.

" This morning you want to cook kale stir-fry, cob and balado eggs, stir-fry beans, catfish, and grilled tilapia, chicken soy sauce, tofu and tempe bacem, fried noodles, make bakwan and tofu fill", my spoken.

" If the morning menu is up, in the afternoon the plan is to cook beef rendang, fried & grilled chicken, ijo nyambel, boiled cassava leaves, cook jackfruit vegetables, cook, the story this afternoon brother wants to be like a rice stall padang".

" Suit Sis, but every day I eat at the kak sis shop for free does not you lose?", asked Juna while taking groceries from my hands that have begun to feel heavy. 5 Kgs of chicken and 3 kgs of beef for cooking today, this new take meat, not to other sellers take seasonings, and vegetables.

It turns out that every day more and more of my groceries, Rasid once offered to lend me his motorbike to use back and forth to the market, but I refused, because it is still more convenient to ride public transportation than to bring a borrowed motor.

Wait a few more months until I can afford my own bike even if it's just a used motorbike.

Honestly, my income selling rice is much more than my salary working at Bian restaurant first, it's just more tiring, because of the amount of work I have to do alone, from shopping, concocting ingredients, cooking, cook a variety of menus, serve the buyer when the shop is open, cook the afternoon again a different menu, and open until 9 pm. Sometimes it wasn't until 9, my shop closed early, and I went to bed early. You can rest early.

Never have I played anywhere else, my days are up in the market and the contract I now turn into a stall, which is why I am easier to raise money, 7 days a week, for a long time, there are no holidays. Morning until night the stalls open, tired that I feel worth the income I get.

A day maybe I can collect money up to 300 thousand, it is outside of the capital I use, so the net profit I get a day reaches 300 thousand, sometimes even more. It has only been the last month that I have made so much profit. Because the previous months are still in process, the profit on sales is about 50 to 200 thousand per day.

Now a month I can collect a profit of 9 million net, and even then Juna and I eat every day not confused, just eat without pay. I think I could be the new rich guy if I kept going like this.

Living in a new place seemed to bring good luck to me, no longer was anyone looking at me disdainfully and humbling me. Sometimes I imagine, if I had not made a very fatal mistake, and the people around me respected me as I was in a new place now, maybe the world will feel so peaceful and beautiful.

I feel tired every day, but I enjoy it. Even now I feel like a mother with so many children, who has to feed my children every day.

Because the residents here are like going one, someone will come again. Contracts around industrial areas and many factories are never deserted, there are always replacements that occupy.

Until one year I lived here, now even I have a worker who helped me-my wife since two months ago.

He helped my work from morning come to the market, then help to cut up the ingredients that I will cook, even though to cook all I still handle, worried about the taste changed if not cook by myself, even if I do not cook, her name is Mala, she's a girl who lives not far from here, Mala used to work in a factory together with Juna, but because of something Mala resigned from, at first I just idly offered her a job, but Mala took it seriously and agreed to help me.

Indeed, the wages I offered were not as much as when he worked in the factory, but Mala enjoyed working with me, he said never to be atomized and snapped at, but Mala enjoyed working with me, unlike when working in a factory that is often snapped by superiors and sometimes can not stand to hold back crying.

I also let you go home when you have finished cooking during the day, and I give you time off on Sundays. He's getting closer to me and my family. I thought of him as my own sister.