Second Change
Chapter 2's

Happy for me only as simple as today's sale sold out before afternoon. I lifted one by one a glass jar filled with syrup and fruit that was now empty into the house and put everything lined up in the sink. It was so satisfying to see all these empty bottles and fill my waist bag containing a lot of paper money from sales today. I took a glass of water and went back to the porch of the house and approached a man sitting on a stone chair. He was a good busker who sang and played his guitar to attract the attention of the people in my neighborhood. Until they are willing to stop by and part-time buy ice fruit that I sell until it runs out.

"Thank you. Thanks to you my sale today ran out sooner than usual." I said sincerely as I handed her a glass of cold water which was straight up. At first glance I saw she had beautiful eyelids and eyelashes. Her pleasant and humble-looking face made me not fear her. "What's your name?"

 "Tony. Lo?"

"Amelia."

 "Call him Amel or Lia?" she asked as she looked at me with her eyes reflected clearly on my face and the sky. In that instant, my heart was racing and could barely breathe.

 "Whatever." My answer that seemed sniffy because I was trying to hide my nervousness.

 "So I heard people ~~~~mall Lo Amel. Then I'll call Lo Lia."

 I could only smile and nod, and then he left. I asked him if he would come again tomorrow and I promised him lunch if he would sing again like today. And he immediately agreed. I don't know why I'm happy. I shouldn't be that easy with strangers. Moreover, it seemed that he was not a person living near this neighborhood. After leaving both my parents in an accident two years ago, I tried hard by living alone and working by selling ice fruit drinks on the porch.

 At first the neighbors sympathized with me, every day there was always someone who delivered food or medicine for me. But then they confessed that my parents owed them money and asked me to pay with my parents' insurance. But luckily I informed Miss Jenny of this matter, my twelfth grade homeroom teacher who visited me after learning of the news of my parents' passing. Miss Jenny advised me not to pay anything to people who claimed to be in debt to my parents without any valid letters from a notary. Miss Jenny also taught me to be more careful of strangers and to have an emergency phone number on my phone.

Right now a guy named Tony is in my yard again. He sat in the same spot as last night, strummed a guitar and started singing again. Most of the songs he sang seemed foreign to me. But I didn't get to enjoy it much longer because the neighbors started to come and order my fruit ice. As a result, a few hours later, the fruit that I had prepared more than last night was now sold out. Tired and sweat from preparing orders endlessly paid off by waist bags filled with paper money.

 As promised, I invited Tony into the house to wait as I tidied up the rest of the sale and prepared a simple lunch for him as I promised him last night. I told her to sit on the couch and turn on the television for her.

 “Gue likes home lo.” He said while looking around.

 The studio-type house that my father had renovated a year before he died. Initially this house is the same as other houses, has its own space. But ever since I kept myself locked up in my room, I was angry because my mom was always irritated because I always locked the door. When the class break, my father told me and my mother to stay at my grandmother's house for some time. It turns out that the father turned this house into a studio-type house with minimal bulkhead.

“You can no longer confine yourself in the room,” Father said with a satisfied smile “now your mother and I can see our daughter more often.”

 My tears dripped onto the hot oil that instantly splashed. I was shocked and immediately woke up from my daydream.

 “Lo why?” ask Tony who's standing next to me. He turned off the stove and grabbed my hand that was hit by the splash of oil. “There is medicine oles gak?”

 “I'm fine.” I answered while pulling my hand.

 “Lo cry, I'm so not good.”

 “Bener, I'm fine. Just remember the past.” I turned the stove back on and put a spoonful of vegetable tubs into the oil.

 “Mantan Lo?” tannya

 “Bukan, ayah dan ibu.” Jawabku “Aku gak punya mantan.”

 “Sorry well if I make Lo remember my father and mother Lo.”

 “Not because you kok.” This time I forced myself to smile.

 Tony seemed to be enjoying this lunch. He was like a hungry man and even more amazed, he said this was the first time he had eaten a vegetable bakwan. The way he eats is also very stiff and strange. Usually people will reflexly pick up a spoon on the right hand and a fork on the left hand. But Tony took a fork in his right hand and a spoon in his left hand. Guess, all this time he ate only using his hands and rarely use cutlery. What kind of life he lived all this time. I did not dare to ask her for fear of inflicting wounds on her, or making her feel humble.

 “You want to eat here every day?” I asked unconsciously.

 Tony looked at me stiffly for a few seconds, then smiled while nodding. I regretted that moment too. I shouldn't offer lunch every day to a guy I just met. But my heart is so grateful and sorry for him. As I recall, last night she was wearing the same clothes as today. I convinced myself that he was not a bad guy. I know from his eyes. The evil man's eyes won't shine like Tony's.~~~~