The Love of the Designer
Buckler
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Every week, the road around FIK is always boisterous. Some stalls display angkringan labels with great confidence. Their typical angkringan carts are long, complete with their typical menus namely cat rice with various toppings, mendoan and various fried foods, intestinal satay, sate ati ampela, quail egg satay, chicken head bacem, and so on, fried claw, also various types of drinks ranging from hot tea to ginger milk.
In general angkringan open every afternoon before night. However, especially on Sunday, they also open the angkringan in the morning. Although those who sell angkringan not only one person, but their merchandise all selling well sold ludes.
There was Renata, Lisa and Yudha in one of the angkringan stalls owned by Udin mang.
The seat has two long benches that flank the cart.
Buyers are sitting face to face, as well as sticking.
The concept of such a space makes the buyer face a situation of social compulsion to get close to anyone, know or do not know. At least with pleasantries "excuse mas or mb," when our hands stretched out before the person next to us, to snatch mendoan, for example. That's minimal. Maximum, there we can talk to anyone, about anything.
Although the price is cheap, but consumers of this stall is very varied. Ranging from pedicab makers, builders, office employees, students, artists, even to officials and executives. Buyers and sellers are often seen chatting casually in a family atmosphere.
"What do you want to drink? Let me tell you," asked Yudha, who had sent Lisa down from her arms.
"I tea the angel ajah Yud," replied Renata who had sat first in the long chair. Followed by Lisa and Yudha.
"I'm the same Jud, too" Lisa said.
"Tea anget two, coffee one," Yudha's message to mang Udin.
"Ok mas," said mang Udin immediately prepare the message.
"This is mas, mb, drink, monggo dibun demonstration," said mang Udin with occasionally issued a jaw log.
"Thank you mang" Yudha said kindly.
They also covered their drinks. Take the food that is available at the table. Renata and Lisa pick up a pack of cat rice with a topping of their own choice. While Yudha took some mendoan and quail egg satay.
🌺 Home Sandra 🌺
Today Sandra will be parting ways with Gery. The end of Sandra's birthday, also ended the meeting of two people who were in a drunken romance. Gery must return to Korea to continue his company's business there. With a heavy heart he had to leave his heart back.
Actually Gery's father has two large companies that branch out in Indonesia and Korea. However, companies in Indonesia have been bankrupt, due to being engulfed by the red hero. It was also that made his father died of a sudden heart attack.
The company he owned was the only one in Korea. Now the company is growing rapidly even very advanced. Thanks to his struggle and hard work so far.
"Om, auntie, Gery said yes first," he said yapping Sandra's parents one by one with great respect.
"Be careful on the road, son Gery, may you always be in the protection of Allah SWT," said Sandra mamah affectionately. Because Gery was considered like his own son.
"Yes son Gery, keep the heart there, do not forget to eat and rest regularly," said Sandra papah attentive.
"Thank you so much, aunt," said Gery, who finished crucifying them.
"Sandra, Brother Gery left first. Take good care of yourself here. A diligent college. Titip mamah Gery yah.., often tengokin mamah. Kasian mamah is lonely," said Gery while gently stroking Sandra's hair with affection.
"Sister Gery also take good care of himself. Remember my papah and mamah messages. And about aunt Vina, sister Gery don't have to worry. I will definitely often look at him," said Sandra with teary eyes, because still not willing to let go of Gery back.
"Thank you, Sandra, Gery believes in you" he said, shifting his hand to Sandra's right cheek.
Gery left them and got into the car. The car has now gone. Gery is escorted by his personal driver to the airport.
🌺 Home Renata 🌺
It was still very early morning. The weather is also very sunny. But Renata's mother's face looks cloudy. He looked grim sitting on an old wooden chair in front of his house. As if he was waiting, his eyes could not be seen the village street in front of him. He was missing Renata, his beloved daughter.
Since the departure of his daughter to study in the land of the region, he lived his life alone. His life feels empty. Now he is also starting to get sick. His asthma that he suffered from a long time ago, sometimes began to recur again. Maybe because it is too tired with its activities that drain a lot of energy.
Taking care of the house, sewing and everything, he did it himself. Usually if there is Renata, he is the one who always helps his mother. Even all the homework was taken over by him.
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