
Marketplaces
Naina was waiting for Rama to finish his worship, he did not go inside because it was coming month since this morning. His eyes did not stop paying attention to every movement of people around the market.
"Neng is alone?" ask someone Naina doesn't know.
"Not alone, there's evidence of a lot of people around here." Naina does not like stale bases, she also does not like the fathers who look bad. Knowing from the way the road is not firm, like drinking.
"Ah that's not a man, but a shethan. I'm with ya?" The father started to approach Naina.
"Eh, what are you doing?" Naina immediately stood up to avoid him. He does not like to be approached by fathers whose shape is so soft.
"Extrememm..." Deheman a man sounded very loud. "What do you want, sir?" asked the man who was none other than Rama himself.
The fathers looked up. "Eh, Rama." Suddenly his body became standing straight no longer soft as if showing that he was not drunk.
"Father drinking?" rama asked standing before Naina to protect his wife.
"No, I'm not drunk."
"Rama can see which one is drunk and not, if you do not want to get into trouble do not make a tantrum. And just so you know, she's a wife, don't bother her!" rama's gaze was so piercing like a dagger that wanted to hit his heart.
"I-wife! Uh, I-I don't bother him, Rama. Really am. I'm just asking, isn't he a neng?"
Rama turns to Naina and Naina nods as her hands embrace Rama's arms. "He didn't do anything, really."
"Ok, if so you can get out of here. And if it is quiet can stop by the house of God because drinks are not goods that can calm the Father."
"Ba-good, Rama."
Rama also took Naina's hand, he Naina went from there and was followed by the people who had been praying with him.
"Would you come with me?"
"Where?" ask Naina curious.
"To the flats that are dedicated to those who have no place to live. If you want I'll take you."
"Keep if I don't want you to, who do you want to talk to? That other girl?" Naina sounds sewot, she does not like Rama close to other women. His heart began to reject it.
Rama chuckles, even with Deni and Rian.
"Knowledge of the thief, Ram. A girl who's already beautiful means she's jealous" Deni said.
"Rubber," said Rian.
"I'm not jealous, yeah. Just don't like it. Already have a wife is also still another girl's lyrics." Naina snorted angrily releasing the hand of Rama who was holding her hand.
"Well, who would want another girl's lyrics if there's a more beautiful halal girl in my life." Rama pulls Naina by the waist and suddenly kisses her forehead.
"Oh my God! My eyes are stained, oy. You perverted brain Rama! This is a public place!" tegur Deni screamed in shock at the behavior of Rama who played sosor in public places.
"Let everyone know that this beautiful woman is my wife. Nor will I let anyone approach him. So I will take him wherever I go" said Rama, rolling his eyes.
"Uwooo, I'm amused by Lo's deadly advances, Ram. This is not lo" said Rian.
"Love can change everything" Rama said.
"Are you in love with me?" naina asked curiously.
"Since I said ijab qobul. That's where I've kept the love in my heart for my halal woman." And their eyes looked at each other without anyone wanting to finish their gaze.
"Oh is ieung, melted hearts adek," chirped everyone who was there.
"Gee!" the two of them glagapan lyrics to each other, there is a sense of awkward and also shy to be the center of attention of people. Rama took off his arms from Naina's waist.
"Udah ah, let's go to the bunk house."
"Cihuy salting, hahaha."
"Whisper!"
*****
Another case with Gilang who was upset at his own papa. After an argument with her Papa, Gilang decided to make his own choice despite having to be opposed by her Papa. He wanted to be like his brother who could be independent without the help of his father.
"I'll prove that I can stand on my own without papa's help. I want to work on my own business without having to be what you want me to be. My goal right now is to seek help to open my own business, but to whom should I borrow money? If it's papa, I'm sure he won't be able to give it."
At a time when Middle was beset by his own confusion, Gilang asked his friends for help and came to them to borrow business capital. And now Gilang is at his friend's house.
"Oh, Lang. I don't have that much money, you know that my parents are mediocre," said friend Gilang.
"Who else would I ask for help? I've asked for help and no one can help me." Disorientate.
"What business would you like to open until you borrow here and there? That's pretty big money, 20 million for what?"
"Actually I want to open a sweet martabak business. The food I like and the recipe I get from nyokap. Need capital to open his business, buy a cart, rent a place, capital to buy martabnya materials, to buy his tools, to buy his tools, and for sure I also need a handle for a proposal when I'm not selling later." This is the desire of Gilang from a long time ago, open your own business even though only as a martabak. However, his wish could not be realized when his father kept asking him to be the way his father wanted him to be.
Not only just want to, but also want to remember the times with his mother who had sold martabak before his father became a builder of building materials. Not a businessman, but more to the seller of building materials but large enough in the city and also has three places in several different places.
"Oh your favorite food lo nyokap. I really support your desire, but I'm sorry I can't help you because I don't have that kind of money. If it's just one or two million I can help."
"So mah mana is enough while the capital is much. Money work alone always bokap take and now I do not have a dime handle. Now I'm confused where else to go? Though I want to prove to bokap that I can and will succeed without having to be an office worker." Gilang is confused looking for funds to open his own business. If no one can help him how can he prove that he is able to stand on his own feet? So thought Gilang.
"Why don't you borrow Rama? Lo said he had won the race and the prize was good, well you can borrow with him. Who knows if your sister can help."
"It has to be the same Rama? I'm ashamed to borrow him I don't know now where he lives? Moreover, my attitude that never get along with it makes me reluctant to ask for help."
"Just try it first, you won't know the results if you don't want to try it. I'm sure Rama will help you as long as he has."
Gilang was silent thinking about the advice of his friend. "Should it be Rama?" batin Gilang di lema. But he needs his help too.