Roses, Not Balsa
The Messy Kiosk

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The spirit to pick up dreams. Arsy is so steady swinging steps to get to the market, more precisely to where he will scavenge the rupiah coffers in his new business place a few days he opened.

His smile continued to expand after he got off the transport that was delivering him to his destination. Occasionally look at the crowd of the market, but also look down at the street he pitched.

"Alhamdulillah, finally arrived" murmured Arsy. His move came to a halt when he arrived in front of the stall that was leased for the next year.

Approach the bag hanging from the shoulder to retrieve the key stored inside. Arsy stepped back after getting the key.

"Bismillaa Hirrahmaa Nirrahiim" he said. As the first opening and invoking the blessing of the Provider, hoping to get a halal sustenance for today.

Only then did Arsy want to put the key into the hole, two were surprised. The door is visible in the cogkel and so easily open, so that in one push Arsy can see the situation in it.

"Astaghfiullah!" peekot Arsy's. His eyes were round looking at the room that yesterday was so neat and now everything is falling apart. All scattered everywhere, even the thread that was neatly arranged yesterday is now collapsed mixed into one. Looks like a string on the floor.

Arsy stared at everything, chairs and tables, even machines that would become fields to find sustenance are now also in disarray. Can it still be used? Arsy's eyes brushed until finally he was unable to hold back his tears, he cried.

"Oh my God, who could have done this to me? What was my mistake, what did I do to them?" mumbling Arsy. His heart felt so painful as if it was torn apart.

Slowly Arsy crouched down, picked up and began to clean up one by one which might still be usable. Lost everything, the capital he poured now only waste because of the actions of irresponsible people.

Arsy continued to sob, his hands continued to move uninspiredly along with his body that suddenly felt stiff. That's clearly how he feels.

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A cynical smile etched beautifully on Rani's lips, she was so happy to find her reliable man in her work.

"How, it's really sorted out, right?" ask Rani. His gaze was so sharp that it showed two people clad in tattered jeans as well with some chains that they used as accessories.

"Berez, Boss. Take it easy, he won't be able to open his business this morning. He will also definitely no longer be able to open his business, all need capital again right, Boss?" one grinned proudly at his success.

A job that is so easy for both of them, let alone ruffling the stall just now, a job that is more difficult they can certainly work on, they are always reliable right?

"Good, this is your pay. Remember that! I don't want this to leak, you guys have to shut up. And yes! Don't ever involve me again if you get caught, you understand?" Rani firmly.

"Ready, Boss. The boss take it easy. As long as the pay is in order then everything will be in order." the other one comes along.

Both of them looked so happy, how not! Just working in a matter of a few minutes they can earn millions. What they do is equivalent to them trading one market in one day.

"Good, now go. I don't want anyone to suspect."

"Good, Boss. Don't forget us if there's another assignment, boss." said the other.

The two begin to flip, looking at each other before they finally pass away leaving Rani who is now smiling happily.

"Taste us Arsy. You don't have a problem with me, but I just don't want you to succeed. You must remain as you are now, I do not want you to be better than me." murmured Rani with all her cunning.

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Arsy's body is getting limp at this time, forced him to return empty-handed and dream the same. The dream he had knitted now felt lost in an instant.

Tinn!!

"Thanks!" bruk! Arsy and the man who helped him both fell on the sidewalk when there was a fast motorbike and almost hit Arsy.

Both of them were rolling on the sidewalk with the state of the man hugging Arsy who was so shocked by the incident that almost took his life.

Netra the two met each other after the two stopped moving. Arsy was on top of the man's body whose hands were not even apart at all.

Within a few seconds the position lasted and ended when someone ran and asked the situation of the two.

"You all right?" ask the person who was also very surprised.

"Well!" Arsy realized, he immediately moved away from the body of the man who was none other than Frans Samuel.

Arsy hurried to his feet, as did Frans. "Arsy, you're okay, right? No one was hurt, right?" frans asked, he looked so worried about the state of Arsy who was still silent.

"Arsy, you're okay, right?" frans asked back. Although ordinary surprised but not to make Arsy so shocked as it is now.

'Actually what happened to Arsy, he looks so different. He's got no problem, is he?' inner Frans who kept staring at Arsy full of search.

Arsy did not answer, he just shook his head slowly, he was so uninspired.

His feelings were so upset with everything that happened to him. What was wrong with her that so many people wanted to make her suffer.

"Mas, I'm okay, right?" back the man asked.

"It's okay, sir. We're fine" Frans replied. Although there were some who were injured and in pain but it didn't matter, Frans was able to control it.

"Thank God, then I'm gone. Take good care of Mas's wife, it seems like she is having problems" he said, saying goodbye from Frans.

Wife?

Frans nodded his head, smiling as he said the word 'Aamiin' in his heart. I hope that the words of that person can come true.

Frans stared fixedly at Arsy, his face was really like he was carrying such a heavy burden. He didn't speak but it looked very clear.

"Arsy, what's wrong with you, what's the problem?" ask Frans. He felt unbearable to see Arsy like that, his heart felt joined in the pinch.

Arsy was still silent, recalling everything he should have done now but it did not happen in the end. His dreams only stopped at his own pace.

"Thank you, Mum. But I'm sorry, Arsy has to go home." said Arsy. Finally he wanted to talk even if it was a word Frans didn't want to hear. Frans wants to hear Arsy's explanation of what happened to him.

"All right, I'll take you home. I can't possibly leave you in this state." Frans said.

Arsy did not reply with a word, he just nodded. Maybe he did feel so sad and so upset that to speak just felt unable.

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Seriate...