Loved Brondong
Gossip monger

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The night atmosphere in the new Yasmin residence area is very calm and peaceful. This afternoon Santi had accompanied him to meet his left and right neighbors. And reported about his move to local RT. An hour ago, Santi was back in Jakarta, because tomorrow morning he had to go back to work.

The residents there are very friendly, Yasmin is grateful to be well received there. Establish relationships with local people, the best way to socialize.

The house he occupied, there were still some old residents' relic furniture. Some of the furniture has been eaten by age. Yasmin thought of replacing it with a new one. He had to buy kitchen equipment and electronics. Only that stuff is not available in that house. Tonight he can't cook, so Yasmin is forced to go out to buy food.

Yasmin walked down the street, not so many vehicles passing around the village. However, there are still many people who pass by. His solitude at the moment is not a problem for him, he enjoys those moments. As he was walking, suddenly a middle-aged woman greeted him.

“Where to, Ma'am?” tanyanya while reviewing a gentle smile.

Yasmin stopped for a moment, approaching the mother who was standing in front of the house. “This, Mom. Looking for food," Yasmin replied smilingly. "I just moved into the house on the other end." Yasmin continued later, because the mother was involved in her face for a long time.

The mother shook her hands. “Oalah, this ma'am is a newcomer, yes, in this village? Pantes I've never seen.”

“Iya, Mom. Just arrived this afternoon. My name is Yasmin, Bu.” Yasmin stretched out her hand inviting the greeting of the introductory sign.

“I'm Bu Murti, Ma'am." He welcomed Yasmin's hand. "Oo yes, already know the stall yet?”

“There is angkringan, Mbak,” said Bu Murti while pointing to the east. “Or if you want to pecel lele, get out of the front alley not far, kok.” Bu Murti kindly pointed out the direction. Yasmin's eyes followed the direction of the mother.

Both of his palms were cupped, as a sign of his gratitude. “Good, thank you, Mom. Then, I'm sorry.”

"Yes, be careful, be careful" said the mother, who was nodding her head and a friendly smile at Yasmin.

Without Yasmin knowing, Murti's mother still looked at him to a considerable distance. His eyes glared at Yasmin's gait from behind. Then he nodded, not knowing what he was thinking. After that, it sounded from his mouth. Like someone was denouncing secretly. Maybe Pure Mother is one of the culprits of gossip in the village there. Seen from the way he judged Yasmin a moment ago. Tomorrow the gossip will increase.

After walking again, Yasmin chose to go to Angkringan. He was so eager to taste the food that was commonly sold there. From what he knew, angkringan food was delicious and cheap.

When stepping in, many men were chatting while enjoying food there. Accompanied by coffee, add the impression of familiarity to those who are gathering. Yasmin greeted the kindly of the fathers and the young man. The eyes of the man there were so bright, that it made Yasmin less comfortable. He did not know if the angkringan was too crowded with male visitors.

Some types of food are Yasmin's choice. He took cat rice, egg satay, also tempe bacem. Don't forget he's wrapping orange ice as his drink. Seeing the atmosphere there, Yasmin decided to eat at home.

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