Marsha, Bara's
Trying to be Patient (2)

Weni approached Marsha who was arranging a cell phone in the storefront, she helped him. "If I were you, I'd have seen that woman!" his nag.

Marsha smiled faintly, "The name we trade, it must be patient."

"But the woman had gone too far, so all the buyers in this store were just the ones who copied the most" Weni said.

"Peasiness, tired of taking out all the phones and talking at length but the buyer did not buy" Tania said.

"Hey, people are jealous!" hardik Weni's. "You're never satisfied 'yes tease us!" his jolt.

"I don't like you two!" Tania pointed her index finger towards Weni and Marsha. "You guys are pretty pretentious and love to get noticed with Mr. Mark!" continued.

Weni wanted to talk but was prevented from Marsha. "That's enough!" whispered.

Tania is gone.

"That's what people like to find trouble for!" grouse Weni.

"Have it, let it go!" Marsha calms her friend.

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At 10pm, Marsha came home from the store riding her motorcycle alone. The rain started to fall quite hard. He carefully walked the streets, the distance of the store and his house only about 15 minutes drive.

A car speeding and honking repeatedly made Marsha nervous and almost fell down. He paused on the side of the road, then continued his journey.

Arriving at his parents' house, he was sitting in the living room. His face looked sad, his mother was sitting next to him while stroking his shoulders.

Marsha, who had just entered the house, approached her parents. "Why? What's going on?"

"Papa has just been cheated" replied Mira.

"Crauded?" Marsha frowned.

"The motor that your father wanted to sell was taken away from people" Mira explained.

"That red motor, Ma?" ask Marsha.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Geez, what's this test again?" Marsha sighed resignedly.

"Where the motor is the only one for capital again" said Candra.

"I have a little savings. How do I use my money to buy two or three more used bikes?" tawar Marsha's.

"I can save it again, Pa. Just use it, this effort is also to live our lives," said Marsha.

"Alright, Papa will replace it later" promised Candra.

"Just use it first, Pa. The business of returning it later, the important thing is that Papa can try again" Marsha said.

"Thank you, son!" Candra smile.

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A few days later, three second-hand motorcycles were ordered. Candra began to fix it and make the bike look beautiful.

Marsha who saw her father's face cheerful, made him smile happily. Before going to the store, he will deliver the cake made by the mother.

Scared as it happened a few days ago, he increased his caution. Again, he experienced something unexpected. Just finishing half his task, his motorcycle tire suddenly leaked.

Marsha guided her motorbike to a workshop, almost 1 kilometer he walked but did not meet her. He paused for a moment to wipe away the sweat that started dripping.

Meanwhile from a distance, someone smiled happily to see Marsha's troubled self. "It's nothing yet, there's even an interesting surprise for you!" his inner.

"Sir, the lady has come a long way. Are we catching up with him?"

"No need, we'll just go home!" his orders.

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Almost an hour to find finally the workshop sought to meet. "Thank God, someone's open!" ogre.

Marsha also spoke with workshop employees, seen the condition of the motorcycle tire. The man said if it would take an hour to two hours to stick to the tire with the reason there are still many orders.

Marsha also agreed to the man's words, he left his motorbike in the workshop and brought his mother's merchandise using angkot.

Again, he had to increase his patience. The cookies he brought fell because someone hit his body.

"Sorry, Miss!" the man who hit it just left.

"Hey, where are you going?" shouted Marsha. "Yes, geez. Damaged all, it can not be eaten again," he lirih lirih.

Feeling sad and tired, Marsha brought her mama's merchandise home. Previously he called the owner of the stall can not take the cake.