
Naya walks into a traditional market she frequents, she buys supplies to wrap things up, such as old newspapers and plastic bags to wrap things up.
He also took the initiative to leave some items that he had painted beautifully to some stores that might be able to sell his merchandise.
He didn't expect much, just thinking about getting a few chances. Her aunt's merchandise was left behind quite a lot. He just wants the goods to be useful, not just damaged.
"The painting is different, ma'am. But other items are also many of the same model and shape" said one of the souvenir shop owners scattered in several places. Shops near this market became Naya's choice.
"What a mas. It's just nitip. Some buy gratitude, not yes already" said Naya.
Today is the umpteenth weekend for Naya to leave some of her merchandise. But not yet reaping the results. He took old things and kept new things. So next.
Naya was putting together some water jugs at the storefront, along with the store owner when a crowded voice rang out outside the store.
"What is ko rame?" ask Naya.
"The name is also the market, mbak. Yes rame." replied the shop owner.
At that moment there was a woman who was being mobbed by several other women who were so emotional and looked like they were rude and violent, hitting, grabbing her hair and kicking very hard.
The woman who was in the middle of the crowd could only cry while protecting her face from the other woman's rampage.
"I'm not a laser!!" the woman shouted repeatedly in self-defense. But it's free.
"lik! You are flirting with my husband!!" said another woman.
"Puni me, ma'am.I did not know that the man was the mother's husband.huu." said the woman crying.
"Basic, you are a lackey! You think you are!' said one of the women and, plakk! One hard slap landed on his cheek. A few of them beat the woman in the middle.
" I'm sorry, geez! I don't know..!!"
"Lying if you don't know!!"
While many others just watch and become all that as a spectacle. Someone even made the video! Maashayallah.
" Come. Just naked!"
"Yeah, strip him out here. Let kapok!'
"The player will not die if he does not die!" a man shouted while kicking.
Naya continued to approach the crowd, with uneasiness, as well as fear. But this injustice he could not allow. He walked away initially hesitating, but after hearing the word 'naked' then his human instincts appeared. Being shown aurot by a woman forcibly is a disgrace above disgrace. God as the owner of man alone asks to close it, how could another man forcefully strip it?
"Yoo!!" another word until it sounded, breek! Tear of the sound of the fabric.
"Dream!!!" naya shouted as she bowed to protect the poor woman with her body.
The other woman panicked immediately pulled Naya's body, then shouted, "You're her friend, huh??!!"
"Well, he must be a bad guy too!!"
"No, I'm not his friend!! Mothers, it can't be like this. This is not our country's tradition!" naya said while still trying to cover the body of the woman curled up on the side of the road.
"Haalllaa.kamu why would you believe him if not his friend!!"
"'Yes, you too!!"
The women looked more emotional, when Naya just kept quiet not poking at their rant and gave the spare shirt she always carried in her bag to the poor woman.
"Ni, bbak. Just pack it." said Naya while dispelling blow after punch. The woman's clothes accused of the actor had been torn to reveal the aura of her chest. Some of the men watching got more excited without anyone daring to help from the rampage of the mothers-in-arms.
Suddenly a mother came carrying a parcel in her hand and threw the contents at Naya and the poor woman, shouting,
"Now, eat. The actor!!!"
And, byuurr!!!
The liquid consisting of oil, eggs, vinegar and other liquids all hit Naya as well as the woman. Instantly the clothes and faces of the two women were filled with that unpleasant smelling liquid.
"Stop!!" there was a voice that made a silent atmosphere in an instant.
Instantly the sound of screaming, crying and rude and emotional mothers, stopped because of the loud and authoritative voice behind them. All attention is now on a man who is tall and strapping with neat clothes, which are usually used by office employees. His face was clean and handsome with hair on a neat comb back.
"Stop your actions! Disperse!!" the man said encouraging some women politely to all step aside and he could see two helpless women in front of him.
'Yes Allaahh.Why can he be here, and now my condition.maasyaallah'
"Mrs?!" ares said seeing the woman trapped in the crowd was Naya.
'Yes, I'm Naya. Why?'
"Sir Ares?" answer Naya kikuk. He was really embarrassed. Want to run away from ants, if you can.
Bayangin deh, accused actor, mak! Keep meeting people who are avoided because of past experiences that are not good, every meeting is always in a sad state. But he's always been Iron man like in Marvel movies. Ahq.. Naye.
"You guys, you're a gang of actors! Look at the actors!!" said a mother while throwing her high-heeled sandals but, happ!
The sandal was caught by Ares in time until it did not reach Naya. Though Naya had bowed her body when the sandals hit her.
"What is this, what is this...!" shouted a policeman.
Now the crowd was dispersed, as several security forces had arrived, the woman and several anti-stripping mothers-in-arms were being led to the guard post waiting for their next handling. Whether they will proceed to court through legal channels, or be settled in a familial manner.
The poor woman explained the chronology of events that she was indeed related to a man who claimed to be a bachelor, she did not know that it turned out to be a married man. Until then his relationship was known to his wife and they accidentally met in the market and there was an incident of attack. The woman thanked Naya who lent her clothes so that she was not ashamed, her aurot was open.
Not long ago, a man who became the core of the problem was brought in. The commotion happened again, but not for long. Until finally they decided to make peace for the sake of the world their marriage still went as expected.
Sometimes it all starts from the eyes that are not awake, the heart that does not count, until the word already love becomes the reason for sin.
"Congratulations, you're a hero!" ares said once out of the security post, they were presented there only as witnesses.
Naya smiles and leaves Ares still talking. He felt he had to change his clothes. He would go back to the market, buy clothes and then pick up the things that he lived in the furniture store.
"Eeiit, where are you going?" ares said as he blocked Naya's steps by stretching out his hand. He looked at Naya with his face bent.
He recalled some of Naya's messages that night saying she didn't want to meet him, out of shame. All his messages have been deleted, but Naya's words are still in her memory. Especially at this moment when he saw Naya in dirty clothes and smelly.
Naya lazily responded, she took another path while saying, "You took my things, you missed."
Naya furrowed her brows, then said, "Yes, if you already know, don't get close to me."
"If I want to be close to you. You want to run?" back to looking at Naya.
Naya did not answer, she just walked around avoiding Ares.But not yet a step Naya walked, sound resuscitated him, but not yet a step Naya walked,
"Where are you going with clothes like that!" Ares said sternly, "let me drop!"
Naya looked again at herself to the end of her shoes coror and smell. He thought there was no way he could walk to the market and pick things up and go home in this state. So if there's someone I'm driving her to is much better.
'No. I'm not an actor. I must how O Allah'
Refusing help would be troublesome, accepting help fearing anyone would accuse her of being an abuser like that woman.
"No need, sir. Someone will be jealous. I'm accused of being a liar again."
Suddenly Ares laughed out loud, he knew who Naya meant to be jealous.
"You think who's jealous of you. Come on, here." said Ares as he stepped closer to his car that he parked not far from the incident.
Ares wanted to survey the monthly prices of construction matrials, to several locations, when he saw the crowd that made his heart slash, he did not know that the victim of the braking was Naya. He was only moved to help them until he took the initiative to call the police and approach the crowd.
Naya follows doubtfully, staring at the car and Ares in turn.
"Come in! I guarantee safe. There are no actors!" ares said jokingly.
'I'm the one accused of being the actor!'
Before sitting in the car, Naya coats her seat with a tissue from her bag. He was worried that his chair was dirty and smelly. Tape according to Ares, Naya is excessive. Everything can be washed. That's just a bother.
Naya shows me a shop where she left her stuff. Ares came down to get it. Then Naya asked to stop at a nearby clothing store. Ares followed his will but then he stopped his car and said,
"Would you like to buy some clothes?"
"Yes. It's not good it's all sticky."
"You want to change but not take a shower?"
"Where to shower in the market. What matters is change."
"Your house is far from here?"
"Still, I don't need to take me home." Naya doesn't want Ares to know where she lives.
"Why? You're afraid I know your house, keep coming to propose to you, is that it?"
Deg. Naya's heart is pounding.
'Does he know I'm a widow? Astaghfirullah.
"That's..."
"Calm down, I'm not in a hurry to propose. Wait you're ready to be my wife."
Twoar!! Naya felt like she heard the sound of lightning during the day.
'I don't want to be an actor. The first time the marriage becomes the first wife and later if the same marriage sir Ares become the second wife? I don't want God'
"Sir, I go down the other one" said Naya when she heard those sacred words, proposing!
"Have you had lunch?" ares said calmly, as if he did not feel like he had dropped a bomb.
Naya did not answer. Tongue's cow. The man was very dominant this time. He locks the door automatically from the steering wheel, so Naya cannot escape even when the car he runs back, heading to an area that is unfamiliar to him. It's a regular apartment neighborhood.
"I live here. Let you know my house first," Ares said as he opened the door for Naya and walked towards the elevator. There's only the two of them there. They were silent, immersed in each other's thoughts, until the sound of the elevator rang out and the elevator doors opened.
Ares opened the apartment door, now they are both in a spacious room with two medium-sized rooms, equipped with a family room, kitchen and two bathrooms.
Ares asks Naya to pick her own clothes. With the words, "Here, come in. Choose your own clothes." shows a room.
"Tante Naya!" a voice said from above the bed. Raya immediately got up and was about to approach Naya, when she smelled an unpleasant smell from Naya.
Naya smiled and said, "Assalamu'alaikum Kingdom, how are you?"
"You what is auntie! Ih...!" kata Raya immediately rushed towards her large closet and gave Naya some pieces of clothing.
Naya rushes to the bathroom, cleans herself thoroughly and changes clothes. She was still drying her hair when Raya entered and closed the door of her room.
"So...Like that?" said Raya while sniffling
"What's her? Must have told you, huh?"
"It has. Before I left."
"Oh. Thank you for pinjemin auntie again..."
"Make aunty. Nobody wears it here."
"That's it, auntie just go home? It's late afternoon."
"Tante is here, papa is not there, Yoni is not there. The self."
"But the afternoon rush."
"Wait for papa so that later delivered by papa, usually papa come home and bring Yoni too. Let Yoni see my aunt again."
Raya explained that Yoni was always put in his grandmother's house, because papa was very busy, had to work twice as much because he helped Aunt Caca.
Raya said that Aunt Caca is still working on desertation for her second strata title. The woman was the sister of her mother who asked Ares for help because her research was related to construction and building. Raya does not like it very much because she thinks, the woman is too keen on her papa. Raya had thought that Caca intended to tease Ares and become a replacement for her older sister who had died six years ago.
The two of them chatted while eating, as Naya's phone rang. He did not realize that his bag was also exposed to dirt. Until he intends to move all his luggage into a scraping bag only.
"Tante, what is this? It's a yoke flower, right? Aunty likes this flower? Why is aunty in a bag, auntie?"
"Eh, ask one-on-one. Aunt confused the answer."
Raya suddenly cried while hugging Naya tightly.