Sam
Horrible question 2

The canteen is Nada's destination after coming out of the daunting threat of the question of when to get married.

Because Bubelle is soon to be married, then he is the next human who will get the terrible question, when to marry from the inhabitants of the teacher's room.

The sound of shoes that collide with the ceramic floor at fast intervals indicates the owner is in a hurry. He will ask for the proceeds of his sale to the mbak-mbak who guard the canteen. Once every two days.

"Let's keep the doughnuts, Buna. Especially the bomboni yesterday, just the first break was already ludes. Less even," said the canteen keeper as soon as he reached the canteen.

"It feels good, friendly in the bag. Wes fits in, his pokonya, Bun," continued the canteen guard while handing Buna a note.

"Alhamdulillah if you like, Ma'am. But Ma'am, for three days I have a holiday first huh. Want to go to Solo, you know," said Nada while glancing at the amount of money he received. One sheet of banknote with the figure of Frans Kaisepo, two green sheets with the figure of Dr.G.S.J. Ratulangi and two orange sheets with pictures of Dr.K.H figures. Idham Chalid's. Alhamdulillahot.

"Oh, yes. What's up, Buna?" ask the enthusiastic canteen guard.

"Mad's habit, workshop."

"What's the same with Miss Bella?" ask again.

"alone. Bubelle will replace me in class as well. The other truss has a need. So yeah, I'm leaving."

"Yes wes. Be careful, hopefully the knowledge that can be useful for the children of prospective successors of the nation."

Tone chuckles. "For a long time here, so the drought of the horrors of the catchphrase Pak kepsek koar-koar yes, Ma'am. The fear will be."

The mbak-mbak chuckled back. Given his style just now is the style of the vice president during a speech every Monday morning ceremony.

"Salut is just as excited as Buna. Telaten bikin jajanan. Still young, ubet anyway," he praised proudly.

"Ngumpuin, Ma'am. Hopefully for a long time it can be a chunk of diamonds, said the person," Nada clawed with a smile.

"Aware if in the village is not ubet, want to snack is also difficult, Ma'am. Although many people say, living in the village is easier because we can eat from the results of kebon."

"Wih wihh, ideal wife, wes."

"May be mbake. In the dalem was Bubelle had been seduced continue, uh out here is still seduced about the soul mate. Forgive me."

...***...

A warm feeling because of the familiarity of the school changed with a serious but relaxed atmosphere in the meeting room room room 2 Riyadi Pallace Hotel. Where early in the morning Nada has departed from home, with a flagship motorbike he has since five years ago.

An hour's drive. The registration tone that has been welcomed by the officer because of the identification mark that hangs in front of his chest. Easy enough to recognize.

Arriving at the room, the cold began to welcome. He looked for a seat in the middle. Often he chooses a seat in front, he is sure will definitely be a target for practice. When there are supportive sessions for practice. So, he deliberately chose a seat in the middle.

Before long, participants began to crowded the empty seats available.

The tone continues to encourage oneself. Because for the next 9 hours he will be confined in this room, complete with full material that requires full concentration.

Although Nada initially felt uncomfortable because there was nothing on the left or right of her seat that she recognized. However, a helping hand during a coffee break accompanied by the greeting of someone's name made him smile with relief.

"Known, I am Wulan Wijayanti from SDN 4 Jebres. You?"

"I'm Nada, from SDN 1 Sambi, Mom."

For the next small talk just present in between the material in convey. Making Tone like stranded in foreign territory become more confident.

"Leg, can breathe air outside," he said and approved by women in the same batik uniform as him.

"So this goes straight to Mom's room?" tanya Wulan, who was with Nada since starting the workshop.

"You buy a snack first, Miss Wulan. You want to go straight to the room, I'll follow. Just take the key, Mom." Nada gave one room key to Wulan and then said goodbye.

Yes, thankfully Nada soon got a new friend humble like Wulan. One room was filled by two people.

Again and again. For an introvert. Being in an unfamiliar environment with no territory friends, made Nada a little anxious at first. Because from the sub-district in Nada area, she was the only female participant who participated in this workshop.

Once out of the minimarket, Nada carrying a crackle containing pads, a bottle of *service, tissue, cotton and not to miss a light snack also entered in it. Proving that it is very commonplace especially if the buyer is a woman.

Yes, the initial plan list of goods purchased is quite two types. However, once out of the store is no secret if an impromptu list will appear along with the existing icon.

"Hmmm, it's a lot too, yes," he muttered seeing the contents of the crackle when going up to his motorbike.

"When again, right, yes, it can be a hefty discount," he said when checking back the note along with the change from the cashier.

One more point. Not a woman's name if not tempted by discounts, right?

While glancing at the clockwork turnaround that was on his left wrist, Nada enjoyed the twilight in his hometown.

It really makes anyone feel at home to feel the boisterous atmosphere of the city. Exhaust smoke mixed with a pleasant aroma that emanates from one of the satay shops and also shops that are sloppy or other snacks along the road Wetan Plant to the front of the Kustati hospital. Getting closer to typical urban. Much different from the beautiful and cool atmosphere in the village.

While stopping at a red light towards Ivory, Nada momentarily read a message from her old friend.

[OKAY. Coincidentally Deket Alkid. Five minutes until Fit.]

Story'WhatsApp that he uploaded is enough to make his friends know where he is.

Replies sent and showing two blue ticks. Indicates if the message has been received and read by Fitri.

...***...

About five minutes Nada scanned one by one visitors who felt the figure of Fitri, he had not yet found.

Until a message notification and after the call from Fitri made him park the motorbike and circulate his gaze more observant.

"Hey," said Nada as her eyes caught someone now wearing a hijab with a checkered shirt, standing up and raising their hands high.

"Oh my goodness, Nada. What kapar?" greet Fitri while cipika cipiki on Nada.

"Alright," replied Nada as she broke her embrace.

Fitri brought two other friends and quickly introduced them to Nada.

In front of them were already a few order plates ready to accompany the warm conversation after four years of not meeting.

Fitri friends whose hobbies are funny abis can melt the atmosphere until not infrequently they are broken together.

"Na, you feel like someone's watching you, don't you?" suddenly Fitri said.

"Ah, where is it possible. I'm a villager, where anyone knows anyone here," he elakknya immediately because he did not want the chat fun to be cut off just like that.

Tone's unconvincing answer made Fitri not fully comply. However, it still continues the chat containing memories during the test first. However, it is clear that Fitri feels that someone is paying attention to the direction where he is sitting. Not 100% towards him but it could be towards Nada because he is the only person who is in front of him.

A few minutes passed, the contents of the plate containing the skewer of quail eggs, intestinal satay and various fried foods were already toilet leaving three fresh green chili seeds.

Chat dime, light to heavy now has lasted half an hour more.

"I don't think it's bad, Na. You who took an installment at the beginning and then turned a little quiet, can now be a teacher. Cool cool, anyway." Fitri looked in amazement at Nada who now looks elegant with a batik shirt with a black span skirt.

"Where quiet, Fit. People he is also a hobby of throwing jokes penniless, that is," said friends Fitri.

"Wahh, this is not an introv, but just look at the icon, aja," added another Fitri friend. While the tone as a story material only chuckles slowly.

See. If you are lucky, people who say introverts can actually have many friends as well. It's just, Nada does feel more comfortable when alone. Not that it's closed.

"Wait, wait. Look there, Na! " Fitri patted Nada's shoulder quickly. Eyes look forward with a pattern. Making Nada followed where Fitri looked.

Even the tone can only be broken. Saw two people with one of them wearing a Navi shirt walking towards him. There was no smile on that face. However, the firm eyes that made him misbehave were able to make his chest pound.

"Tone, you're here!"