LUTH'S LLAMAR
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Even now, Lyn goes to the market alone with Luth. The girl carries a basket, goes around the market accompanied by Luth.

While Luth faithfully followed Lyn shopping, his hands were even full with a bag of vegetables that were bought by Lyn.

“Fried sausage fried sausage.. Cheap cheap..”.

“One thousand one, one thousand... Delicious sweet favors.”

“Cheap, Buk, Sir, Om, aunt, Deck. Buy one, free one. Can credit one minute only.”

“There cheap, here festive. Then I give you free. Please take it, it's free. A step from here, pay ya mom!”

Food vendors are also unpretentious. This is the atmosphere if entering the people's market, crowded, crowded and all mouths speak. Not knowing which to listen to.

“There is fried sausage,” Lyn chirps.

“You want?” ask Luth.

“Mau.” Lyn's smile was printed wide. So jolly.

Luth gasped at the smile on Lyn's face. The girl looked very happy even though she just saw fried sausage. This is what happiness says is simple.

“You sure you want to buy sausage in a place like this?” Luth has been teaching Lyn to adapt to a simple life, a little trouble, but that does not mean the matter of food must all adapt.

If Lyn used to often eat sausages in restaurants, cafes or at least minimarket packaging, but that does not mean now Lyn also has to adapt to this situation.

“Remain,” replied Lyn excitedly, her smile making her eyes narrow.

“Do not doubt its hygienic level?”

“Neg. I see the place is clean. Yuk!” Lyn pulls Luth's arm, making the man follow Lyn into the sausage sales area.

“Siap, Neng,” replied the seller. He fries the sausage while glancing at Luth's hand. “Masyaa Allah.. Setia her real husband nemenin shopping wife, noh her groceries until brought again. There is rarely such a husband. Most men are on street prestige in the market, what else nenteng groceries.”

Lyn turned to look at Luth behind her. The man simply raised an eyebrow, without the slightest bit of feeling awkward. She's hepi, then why the fuck?

Luth raked the money out of the bag, then put it on the table. Let Lyn take the fried sausage in the bag. Then they left.

“Eh, carrots same potatoes have not been bought, loh.” Lyn stops the move when she realizes that something has not been purchased.

Luth's feelings began to be uncomfortable, he no longer had money. Tomorrow's just payday. The ten thousand dollars he gave the fried sausage was the last piece in his pocket.

While Luth believes that the money he gave to Lyn this morning to shop to the market is certainly over, the amount of groceries alone is so much. Then what if Lyn asks for more money? where does he want his face?

“But I'm running out of money. It's only two thousand.” Lyn showed me a piece of money two thousand.

Luth put on a smile. “We have to go back in there again anyway? Malachiah. Go home, yuk.”

“But I want to make potato soup chicken mix,” replied Lyn. “The potatoes are not even bought.”

“Yaudah, can make another menu aja.” Luth took Lyn's hand out of the market.

The ones that follow. Though Lyn was craving potato soup, but that's it, he just obeyed Luth. Next time there is still time to make potato soup.

On the way, Lyn rode a motorbike driven by Luth with both hands holding Luth's waist, this time the handle was a little more circular on the man's waist.

Unfortunately the helmet on his head was very disturbing, so he could not put his head to the bottom of Luth's neck. The surface of his body was perfectly attached to Luth's back. in this position, Lyn feeling very happy.

And as the motor crossed in front of Amina's house, Lyn straightened her back, her gaze fixed on the house, hoping to look at the face of the amina for even a second, reducing her longing for the mother. Unfortunately he saw nothing, Amina's nose shaft was not visible.

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