Her.. My soul mate
Chapter 74

>>now on Nisa<<

>>Last time Abi we skip first ye, let's look at Nisa who is again in France<<

"Excuse me sir, may I get some help here" Nisa told the man in front of her.

For three months he lived in the country famous for its Eiffel Tower. It still adapts to the weather and the surrounding life including adjusting its language. Although not yet accustomed, he continues to try to learn to adjust from everything, including the habits of French citizens who live around his residence.

Nisa is currently in one of the traditional markets in France, Le grand marche du CENTRE-VILLE (place Leclerc, place Imbach). The market is very different from most traditional markets in Indonesia.

Especially if not for the cleanliness and neatness of the market order. As if traveling to a place with colorful sellers of various goods and groceries lined up neatly, really one word that comes out of the mouth of visitors is extraordinaire (France).

Nisa is now shopping for her daily food needs. It had been his routine for these three months, during the day off he went there to shop.

"I'm sorry, can you speak English? I can't understand what are you talking about" Nisa said. She was picking some apples for her week-long supply with her mom.

Yes, her mother did not want to go back to Indonesia. He is still very anxious to release Nisa alone in the land of people. The plan was just next month, her mom returned to Indonesia.

"De combien de pommes avez-vous besoin ? " ask the man who was none other than the apple seller Nisa was about to buy.

"I'm sorry. In english please?" nisa again. It was really frustrating talking to the original seller of the area. An old man who could only speak French. She cannot be spoken in English by Nisa.

"How much do you need this apple?" suddenly someone helped Nisa translate the words of the apple seller's father.

Nisa turned to the man who spoke English earlier. Nisa slightly frowned. How not, the man before him was Jono!

"Oh my God!" nisa exclaimed, she rubbed her eyes, ascertaining who the man beside her was.

"I'm sorry? What are you saying?" ask the man.

And it turns out that guy wasn't Jono. Really somehow because too often Nisa gathered with her friends who bule so can not distinguish their faces because according to her their faces are all the same "bule" her.

"No. I'm just .. never mind" said Nisa did not want to extend her eye error.

"Oh, okay, Did I ever see you in some place that I ever came before?" said later.

Nisa speechless. He feels the same. He felt he had met the man but nowhere. Nisa shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe I'm just dreaming you in somewhere" he chuckled.

Nisa glanced at the clock in her hand. It was almost noon, he had to hurry home. He took two apples and handed them to the seller.

The father spoke in French again, but this time Nisa understood the meaning of the father because he pointed his finger and mentioned the French currency. That means the two apples he chose have been totaled by the father. Nisa then spent three Euros to pay for the apple.

Without caring about the man beside her, Nisa then went from the apple dealer to the road home.

"Assynnya!" nisa exclaimed after opening the door of her house. It is said not a house like his house in Indonesia because, the house is only a small building with a first room and a small living room opposite the kitchen or called mini pantry.

"Wa'alaikum hail, the old tumben home? Any problems on the way?" ask mom. He approached his son and brought a bag of groceries that Nisa had brought.

"Yes, it was fitting to buy an apple, Nisa had trouble communicating with the father of the seller" complained Nisa while sipping water that she poured from a teapot on the kitchen table.

"So there was a man who helped Nisa translate the father's words" explained Nisa, she then opened her laptop that she put on the dining table.

"Indonesians?" ask her mother again, still not satisfied curiosity.

"No, I don't know which person. It is clear that he is bule" said Nisa.

Her mother was about to ask again but hurriedly interrupted Nisa with video call activities with her best friend. He deliberately cut his conversation with mami if it is about the discussion of "bule" will definitely be the length of the chat.

"Assalamualaikum Ocha dear ... how are you? I miss you very much!" said Nisa.

Long time they chat let go of longing, telling stories about their daily lives until it does not feel the time is rolling. Every weekend, Nisa always takes the time to contact Ocha. One Saturday he was unable to contact Ocha, because Ocha was being invited to visit Abi mas sightseeing, so he rewinded his phone schedule to be the next day, Sunday.

"Oh okay, next time I vc you again huh. Congratulations on the task of the lecturer unyu-unyu, do not stay up the tablets huh?!" nisa said then ended her wireless connection with Ocha.

"Nisa, let's eat first! Mama already masakin omlet and vegetable spinach. Although the taste is not as good as made by mama in Indonesia, because the spices are hard to get here, but still still good" said his mother.

Nisa tidied up her laptop first and put it in her room, then went out again to eat with her mom.

"It's delicious. Mami's cuisine is champion, even though we live in France but mami's cuisine is still the best" said Nisa while giving her two thumbs up.

Her mother smiled gently watching her son grow into a very beautiful girl. One tear fell unnoticed by Nisa. Her mother suddenly remembered her husband because seeing Nisa's eyes was very similar to her late husband's.

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🌺 hi readers..

For your information gaess :

🍎 1 Euro equals 16,273.75 Indonesian Rupiah (statistics for 30 may 2020)

🕛 Time difference west indonesia with France faster 5 hours. This means that if in France at 12 noon, then in western Indonesia at 5 pm

More or less accurate yes gaes part this, both in the calculation of the Euro and other 🙏

Thank you for faithfully accompanying the journey of Ocha and Abi.

Author always try to be up every day, please readers want to be patient waiting for Ocha and Abi up yes, thank you ...

Keep trying to improve the author's writing so that it is worth reading by readers 🙏

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