The Crack of a Heart
Fat Removal

The sun has sunk in the western horizon. Arifa had just regained consciousness from the long nap today. After returning from college, the intention of wanting to go to the place to eat, but the intention was undo because his mood was really bad due to the actions of Naura who was as unclear as Eliezer.

Arifa took a bath and put on her clothes. Suddenly his stomach rang, it seemed like the worms there wanted to be filled immediately. Arifa got out of the boarding house and drove her motorcycle at medium speed. He remembered there was a night market located not far from the place to go, looking at the trip home from campus.

And, sure enough. A fairly wide field of the rest of the rice fields that have been leveled by the ground, stand one by one game and also tents that are peddling their merchandise. Plus the lights are lit colorful add an interest of its own to be able to stop by to see it. After parking the bike, Arifa went down and went inside.

"Neng, the motor has been locked by the handlebar?" asked the parking attendant shortly after Arifa got off.

"Udah," answered Arifa briefly and the parking attendant nodded in understanding.

Upon arrival in the middle of a crossroads, Arifa's next destination was to find merchants selling food. Then, his gaze stopped on a tent with a chicken noodle dealer inside. There looked crowded, the buyer was up in line. Arifa wanted to go there. But the hunger that was increasingly unbearable, he finally chose to find a place to eat a rather quiet so quickly served.

Fried rice merchant, that's Arifa's choice. The buyer can be counted on the fingers. But Arifa's eyes look good. He also ordered it.

"Bang, one seafood fried rice yes, don't be too spicy."

"Okay, would you like to eat here or get wrapped up?" ask seller.

"This is a Bang."

"Ready! wait inside, yeah. There was a bench that was still empty" said the fried rice seller, then Arifa nodded and went to one of the empty chairs and sat there.

Almost ten minutes waiting, the fried rice that Arifa ordered was finished. The hot steam from the fried rice is still clearly visible, Arifa is more appetizing to eat. Without waiting for long, he immediately ate his food carefully as it was quite hot.

"Excuse me Neng, what do you want to drink?" ask the seller again, because he only sells himself.

"Es oranges aren't there Bang?" Arifa asked back. The salesman looked towards the table that specialized in making drinks. His gaze immediately led to a pile of squeezed oranges inside a purple basin.

"There's Neng."

"That's a bang one," said Arifa as she chewed her food.

"Wait a minute." The seller left in front of Arifa and immediately made orange ice to his customers.

Soon enough, the orange ice was on the table that Arifa was on. The fried rice that a few minutes ago was still filled in one plate measuring nine inches, has now been exhausted. After that, Arifa immediately finished the orange ice that felt very refreshing. Suddenly, a slow belching sound was released.

Arifa felt full, then stood up and approached the fried rice seller who was making orders for others, paying for it.

"Bang, I'm paying. How much is it all?" ask Arifa. The seller immediately finished his cooking, then turned off the stove fire.

"The fried rice of seafood twenty-five thousand equals seven thousand orange ice, so the total is thirty-two thousand." After hearing the total price from the seller, Arifa took out a fifty thousand piece of money to him. "So soon, I'll get you the change."

"Thank you Bang."

"Together."

Arifa came out of the tent to look around the market tonight. Most of those who came were indigenous. Especially parents who invite their children to play in this economical entertainment. To be honest not only those who are happy with the night market, Arifa is the same. For him here can also be a fatigue reliever.

After a long time around and trying some games there, Arifa was about to go home to the boarding house. Again his eyes stopped at the chicken noodle seller who was very crowded. And now there it looks lonely, Arifa is still curious. He went to the chicken noodle vendor's tent.

"Is the chicken noodle still there?" ask Arifa to make sure before buying it.

"There's Neng, a few more servings," replied the chicken noodle seller. Arifa felt surprised considering the time had just shown at seven o'clock in the evening, but the chicken noodles sold only stayed a few servings. Arifa was getting curious about the taste, as good as anything?

"I ordered one yes, wrapped. Keep the sauce and sauce separated ya Bang," said Arifa and understood by the seller of chicken noodles.

Arifa was waiting for him while standing up, as all the seats inside the tent were still fully filled. It is not surprising, because since then the visitors are not stopping. Before long, Arifa's order chicken noodles were finished.

"This is Neng, so fifteen thousand," said the seller, giving a plastic bag containing a packet of chicken noodles, broth, chopsticks, and sauce sambal. Arifa accepted it while giving money.

"Thank You Neng."

"Together Bang."

Before the time getting late and tomorrow morning having to go to college, Arifa returned to the boarding house.

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In a study, Danish seemed to be thinking seriously about her secretary, Rinto.

"To, for the person who served in the legality section how? have you found a replacement?" ask Danish. He got into trouble at his company's branch office in the city of J.

"Not Sir. For staff positions it is rather difficult, most of them negotiate salaries above those we specify. Given that law students in J city are very difficult to work as staff," Rinto explained. It is based on the facts.

"Oh yeah, have you tried advertising on the campus where Bianka attended? there are not many graduates even interest in the field of law? we can't wait too long. Later a new project for J city can be delayed due to the issue of company legality license." Danish then thought back.

The company in the city of J has not launched, because some documents that must be taken care of to the government are delayed because there are some legality staff who committed fatal fraud. They until the heart make a fake certificate for licensing without through the signature of Danish. Luckily, Rinto soon finds the culprit. Otherwise, the J city government would have blocked Danish-owned companies from setting them up there.

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