The Marriage Tragedy Mixed
Chapter 31. Market Snack Sale.

Joshua's sleep was a little disturbed by the sounds from the kitchen. The clock shows at two in the morning. Jana was not beside him. Of course, the one who made those noisy noises was Jana.

Joshua got out of bed and stepped out of the room to check on Jana in the kitchen. The girl seemed so busy. Various kinds of cakes and Indonesian specialties filled the dining table.

"Why so much food, Jana?" Instead of reprimanding Jana who had disturbed his sleep, Joshua was curious about what his wife was doing.

"Eh, are you awake? I'm bothering you, aren't I, Baby?" jana asked with guilt.

"Little bit. What are you again?"

"Oww, sorry, yeah, Baby. I'll trade later in the consulate. Want to sell," kekeh Jana.

"The Indonesian festival you said yesterday?"

Jana nodded enthusiastically. "You come, yes, later" he asked with sparkling eyes.

"It seems that it can't. I'll be busy later."

There was disappointment on Jana's sweet face. "Oh, can't, can you? Yes, yes, yes," he said.

"Sorry" said Joshua. He could see disappointment in Jana's eyes.

"No papa." Jana reviewed her smile that looked bland. Then the girl continued her activities. Wrapping up the food he will be selling at the Indonesian festival in a few hours.

His eyes followed Joshua's step back into the room. The girl breathed heavily. He hoped Joshua would accompany him to finish his work, but, in his absence, Johsua left him to continue his sleep.

Jana also tried to understand. Maybe Joshua was exhausted. He also does not want to demand anything. Jana tried to comfort herself. Honestly, he was tired too. However, this is his chance to increase monthly income. He should be able to take advantage of the annual event.

Jana has been busy lately. From participating in many activities at the consulate, training in a kindergarten, to looking for odd jobs while waiting for him to be appointed as a teacher in his place to do training.

At six o'clock in the morning, once everything was ready, Jana left for the Indonesian consulate general by subway. Along the way, many throw a glance at him, because Jana uses a simple kebaya, like her deal with Mira-sang friend.

"Well, very pretty," seduced Mira when she had just arrived at Jana's trading yard. Jana was only a few minutes to arrive at the location and was arranging her merchandise.

"You too, yes" replied Jana. The two girls are deliberately wearing their perfunctory kebaya to attract buyers.

Mira chuckles. The short-haired girl checked the Indonesian cakes and snacks that were neatly arranged on the table. "You're a pinter, yeah, Jan, make a ginian," she cheered.

"Yes, if there are modalins, anyway, just a printer," said Jana while chuckling and raising her two thin eyebrows.

Mira chuckles. "Eh, your husband came, didn't he?" tanyanya.

"Can't say it. Busy." Jana's voice sounded disappointed.

Mira blushes her lips. "Don't be sad. Ntar just wash your eyes, must be a lot, deh, the guys who stopped by," kekehnya.

"Hopefully, yes," said Jana.

"Please, ma'am, the hawk," he told a buyer who came over.

"It's all self-made, Dek?" The buyer, a middle-aged woman with a la makeup of socialite mothers, asked.

"Yes, Mom. Still very fresh. I made it this morning," replied Jana with a face of sumringah.

"The bait is ten, yes, add arem-arem too, five, the cornbasket is ten, continue ...."

Jana cheered in her heart. Just opened, it has been bought a lot by a buyer. Fortunately, the capital entrusted by Mira is quite a lot to make various types of snacks.

Not only the socialite woman who bought her merchandise, but, afterwards, many buyers who came, both Indonesians and local people who were curious about the delicious Indonesian specialties.

"What, tuh, Mir?" jana asked while tidying up the rest of her merchandise. Balinese gamelan sounds were heard from his left, and some dancers had taken to the street.

"We're making a catering effort, Jan. Serving orders of hawker markets and other Indonesian cuisines."

Jana's eyes sparkled. A sign that the girl likes the idea of her best friend. "Can, tuh. But where is his business? My apartment's small, Mir. Continues, Joshua's afraid of being bullied too."

"Apartment. I'll live alone. I am the modalin, you make. Yeah, I'm helping out with promos, too."

Jana nodded. "Agree, Mir. For a long time can make our Indonesian stalls," his demeanor, then followed by Mira.

"Darling, what do you want to buy, anyway?" There was the sound of a woman approaching. Making Jana and Mira simultaneously turn to the direction of the origin of the sound.

"You buy market food."

"Gee! Why, anyway, buy rich. I want to eat roasted Turkey."

"It's an Indonesian street event, no turkey roast."

A pair of lovers, both Indonesian, beautiful and handsome, stepped closer. The girl had an oriental face but had firm jaws, was white and her appearance was very elegant. While the young man, handsome face typical of Indonesia-Java; it seems, a little long hair and tied up the top.

It seems they are engaged in a debate. The whining of the woman made the man a little careless. Especially after the two arrived before Jana and Mira.

"Well, just found gini-rich food, right, in Manhattan." The man, who seemed to be about the same age as Jana, interrupted with a smile at Jana, who greeted the girl with a sweet smile, allowing her to choose snacks.

"Darling, huh! Don't eat ginian." The woman again whined while writhing spoiled on the man's shoulder.

"May you taste, no, Ma'am?" ask the man without caring about his lover's whining.

"By, please. Tastes were not papa," said Jana.

"Well, there's lumpia" said the young man enthusiastically. He took one piece of spring rolls and tasted it. "This is what made her Mama?" ask her with round eyes.

"Yes, Mas" replied Jana timidly.

The young man nodded while enjoying the spring rolls made by Jana. "Enak, original. Duh, feel rich back home," he kekehnya.

"How long has it been here?" ask Mira.

"The old man, anyway, from High School," replied the young man.

"Wrap ten of them, yes, Ma'am," he asked Jana.

Jana nodded. The girl glanced at the young man's partner who had just frowned. The type of woman who never gets along with commoners like her, Jana thought.

"Is this why you used kebaya on purpose?" ask the young man to Jana.

Jana grimacing. "Yes, Mas, let it look more Indonesian, so," he said, greeted by a nod Mira.

The girl who did not want to let go of her hand on the young man's arm, pursed her mouth. She doesn't like her boyfriend talking to other women.

"This, Mas. Everything is ...." Jana held out a paper wrap containing spring rolls at the young man. After saying thank you, the young man and his lover passed.

However, a few minutes later, the young man came back to Jana and Mira. This time, he was alone without his girlfriend.

"Sorry, ma'am, can I get in touch, right?"

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