Nackal Duda
Seafood Stalls

"What do you want to know about me? My nature is like gini. Nackala. Like fun. Said difficult! Hm... What else is it? A lot of ugly!" I said frankly.

"Even though Om is the most handsome and handsome man according to Tari loh!" wow... I was praised by this innocent girl!

"Then anyway? A lot better than me on TV. Soap artists, models and K-Pop stars are a lot cooler." I said humbly.

"That's in their eyes! If in the eyes of Dance still Om the most handsome! Dance tuh sometimes like not knowing the loh with the original nature of Om that Om always covers. Dari thought Om was just nackal, after knowing it turned out Om had a good heart. A heart as big as the ocean is good."

I smile. Why do you praise the kids so much? How can my heart be as big as the ocean? Lebay!

"I'm not as good as you think. In your eyes is good, when the original urakan. Recalcitrant. Nackala. A lot of my actions are not worth imitating." I said honestly.

"If it's not a lot of emulation, why is Om still doing it? Why would Om hurt himself?" this time I doubted whether he was asking his song or insinuating me.

"Because the good Agas have long since disappeared from this world. Replacing Agas the famous Duda Nackal all over the club have fun in Jakarta." I said proudly.

"No.no....no!" Dance moves her index finger. "Young Nackal is over. Now it's not a widower anymore! About husband Dance. Then the name Nackal is not worthy of Om slang again."

"Why?" many wonder.

"Because this Nackal is slowly beginning to repent. Started to reduce his activities full of activity. Start praying even though it's still a hole!"

How does he know I pray? Does he have spies in the office? Ah no way!

"Don't expect too much from me. You will be disappointed. I am happy in my world now. A world where there is more happiness than tears. A world where I laugh more than I reflect on my poor fate."

"Where is Om's fate worse than mine? If there is no good Om, maybe I have now dressed up menor with sexy clothes and have to put on a smile welcoming customers who will wear my services," Dance now looks at me with clingy. I pretended to drive but occasionally I still glanced at him.

"Om was smiling there, but believe me it was just a fake smile. Same if Dance ends up being PSK, fake Dance smile is just to please customers. Om also smiled just to look happy in front of friends Om, in fact Om even more lonely. Isn't it?"

I put on a smile. He is good at talking. Smart makes me have to be careful if I don't want my words broken like this.

"Yes... Maybe!" answer's short. "Where's the seafood stall?" my many.

Dance pointed at the seafood stall with a tent made of blue tarpaulin. "That, Om!"

It's not far from my showroom. I don't know because if I'm in this showroom I never make it to night.

I parked my car on the side of the road, where the car used to park. Actually can't park like this, but aren't the rules made to be banned?

Dance opened the door and went down without waiting for me to open the door for her. His face looks a little nervous.

"From deg-degan here, Om! If they're nanya, what did Tari say?" tanya Dance.

"Yes, tell me to eat with me again! Beres! Don't mostly give others gossip material. I don't know if they like to assume for themselves!" my answer.

"Yes, Om."

Me and Tari entered the seafood stall that was quite crowded. The presence of a different-looking Dance makes the owner of a seafood stall and employees there amazed.

"Dance? Allah has not come for a long time, once the beautiful dateng!" said the owner of the seafood stall who came to him.

I chose an empty chair and sat there. The dance still stands, it's not nice to leave the person greeting her, it's rude.

"Mom could have! I'm sorry Mom, Tari didn't tell Mom that Dance quit her job!" tari said.

"Nothing. Ngeliat lo dateng here and okay have made me calm. From yesterday I thought about knowing your house was sold by Mr. Lo who was crazy! I thought where do you live? What have you eaten yet?" Dance then walked over and sat down beside me. The owner sat with us.

"Yes. I can see you all right. Mercifully. I can calm down now. Eh yes to forget, you want pesen eat what? You're a guest tonight, I'm even talking!" the owner of the seafood stall looks to love Tari.

A laminated menu was given to me and Dance. The price there has been a lot of changed and taped stickers and written the latest price on it.

"What kind of pesen? Let me make a special dance!" said the warung owner.

I mentioned the menu for the two of us because since then Dari was back to being a shy figure.

"Wait a minute!"

The owner of the stall also made my food order according to his promise.

"He loves you!" I pointed to the shop owner who was busy cooking.

Dance nodded. "Yes. Tau dance. Eni's mother was a widow who lived her two children alone until success. Eni's mother had to save money so that her children could go to school. If seafood is rarely shared, if the chicken He likes to love if there are leftovers. Eni's mother told Tari to work for her so that Tari had more money. One who still cares about dance."

Turns out the dance world wasn't as bad as I thought. There are still good people who love him.

"Tell him you're married to me!" I said while whispering. "But he said, he knows enough!"

Dance widened her eyes. "Om seriously? Not trying to hide our marriage?"

"Who said? If I had hidden our marriage, I wouldn't have let a single step out of the house. I brackets and I umpetin ha.ha...ha.." I imagined that I was cruel to lock the child in the house.

Eni's mother soon came and brought us our order. The dance prevents it from going first after all the food is served. Dance whispered something that made Bu Eni stupefied.

"Isn't it?"

I smiled as he looked at me.

"It's only Ms. Eni that Tari told you." said Tari.

"Yes. I will take good care of this news. Oh Allah Dance, your fate is very lucky. Such a handsome! If I were lo, I would be at home, I wouldn't leave the house!" said Bu Eni while looking at me like an artist.

"Udah ah, Ma'am. Shy dance!" said Tari while looking down.

"Yaudah you eat a full meal." said Bu Eni. "Om handsome! Happy eating!"

I smiled at her greeting. "Yes, Mom."

Miss Eni left us both.

"Let's eat! Try this crab too!" I put a crab on his empty plate.

"Well! Crab!" Dance began to eat her food voraciously. I even had to get a tissue to wipe his face that was covered in sauce.

"Nake?" ask me even though I know from the voracious eating Dance must be delicious.

He nodded. "Such a son of Om. Crab meat is sweet mixed with spicy sauce. Dari make ah at home!"

This child's learning desire deserves a thumbs up. I just nodded. Do not want to ruin his happiness by saying most eating seafood only makes cholesterol rise. Let it be, slowly the boy will understand.

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