The Vegetable Buyer's a Milyader
Medina her name
”You sure Boss?” tanya Baron saw Kamil preparing on his bike.
Kamil rolled his eyeballs lazily responding to his assistant's question, ”Udah you don't be noisy just silence in this house, I will go home if the merchandise is up!” balak Kamil started his motor engine preparing to sell around.
If the fight that night had not happened, maybe he would not have left Jakarta. Hamid his father wanted him to get married immediately given his age is no longer young and also with the reason of wanting to immediately have a grandchild made Hamid continue to urge him.
Moreover, Farhan his brother has not been able to give children and his marriage must lead to divorce. Kamil did not think with the attitude of his father who always pressured him when he himself did not have a lover even he was reluctant to deal with a creature named woman. For her the woman was the most complicated creature difficult to understand except her own mother.
Kamil went around the village occasionally his smile puffed up on his lips.
”Sayur ... vegetable ... vegetable ...!” shouted Kamil.
Tin ... tin .. tin ...
The honking sound he intentionally rang it so that the complex mother came closer to him.
”Moms on shopping noh?” exclamation Kamil.
Surely a group of mothers berdaster swarming his motorcycle sorting vegetables to be cooked.
Some people are busy sorting vegetables and still have time to talk about others. But Kamil instead focused on one of the women who were confused because the other buyers were still clustered to make him unable to see the merchandise.
”There is no chicken Bang?” the question is approaching Kamil.
Kamil's heart was pounding, his heart rippling to hear the voice of the woman he had noticed since.
”MasyaAllah beautiful once,” muttered Kamil.
”There wait a minute yes I get.” Kamil took the chicken and gave it to Medina. Kamil still looked at the face of the sapphire-eyed beautiful woman in front of him.
”How many Bangs?” ask Medina.
”Eh, yes for a moment I take plastic first.” Kamil took a plastic bag and counted the groceries in Medina's basket.
”The total is fifty-two thousand five hundred, pay fifty aja discount of two thousand five hundred only yes,” continued Kamil.
For some reason his heart was pounding at the beautiful woman who had just bought a chicken until he came home to his contract that face always overshadowed his eyes.
"Ish, why are you always in front of me!” upset Kamil just this time he felt a strange thing in his heart wait is this what is called love?
Kamil's heart began to not calm whether this is called love at first sight, why it felt that it made him not calm and always wanted to meet him again.
”Baron can I ask you something.”
”What is boss?”
”Have you ever been in love?”
”Early but was rejected because I did not have a job at that time, why did the boss ask?”
”How does it feel if people fall in love, does every day want to meet the meaning of always missing?"
”Are you in love boss, who is that girl?”
Kamil turned towards Baron, ”Kok so you are the one who interrogated me!”
”Yes the name of people fall in love every time they miss the boss, they want Deket to continue every time,” explained Baron.
”Fix, I'm in love with him.”
”Who is the boss?”
”You know aja.” Kamil clucked with the attitude of his assistant who wanted to know his affairs.
The next day Kamil returned to selling vegetables and came home faster than before just a few days selling his body felt tremendous pain, he said, usually every morning he works out but some days he goes to the market looking for vegetables to sell.
”Lah ordinary times, I'm just relaxed why you are panicking so,” said Kamil.
”The problem is Boss!” exclaim Baron.
”What's wrong?” ask Kamil.
”Pak Hamid said he repeatedly contacted you but did not respond he contacted me and scolded me,” said Baron.
”Have ignored it, later if his emotions have subsided then contact again let him get angry first.”
Kamil immediately laid his body on the sofa feeling tired especially he had to heat up under the direct sun. But when he was about to close his eyes he again remembered the woman he had just met in the housing complex.
”Medina,” murmur Kamil.
***
Medina looked at her son Malvin who was beginning to grow into a full-grown man. Although without the company of a father, Medina is sure to raise Malvin himself. Medina smiled bitterly considering the past where she came out of her house due to being evicted by her own family.
”Hurry to eat and rest later in the afternoon at five o'clock between mama and Jalan Pramuka, mama want to take orders from Bu Broto.”
Medina went back to the kitchen to prepare Bu Broto's order and immediately rested for a while it felt tired all day because since last night she made people's orders.
Tok ... tok ...
”Ma, no guests!” shout Malvin.
”In the meantime,” sahut Medina quickly grabbed her hijab and immediately headed to the front door.
”Mas Daffa,” call Medina.
”How are you?” daffa Medina's ex-husband.
”Good please go in Mas, what's up coming here?” ask Medina.
Daffa took out an invitation from his bag and gave it to Medina.
”Who wants to marry?” ask Medina.
”A-ku, I want to marry Lastri.”
Medina was silent at Daffa's confession.
”So papa wants to marry that woman? Thank goodness that Malvin will not come to my grandmother's house again and please never come here again because we no longer need you.”
”Malvin please take care of your words, mama never taught you to talk that way!" exciting Medina.
”Let it be without mama teach Malvin to be able to distinguish between good and bad. Malvin thought papa could turn back the same mama but in reality papa did never love mama and prefer other women as a substitute for his sleep buddy.”
”Malvin!” scream Medina.
”Malvin hates papa never come back to this house!” Malvin immediately went into his room he felt big and understood what was going on between his parents his anger exploded so much to know if his father would marry his grandmother's choice again.
”It is better that Mas Daffa just go home because I am sure Malvin will not come out of his room because his emotions are unstable.”
”Please excuse me first. Assalamualaikum.”
”Waalaikumussalam.”
Medina sighed slowly she had guessed that this would happen and maybe it was time for her to really organize herself even though from a long time ago she had already done it exactly when Malvin was five.
”May you be happy,” murmured Medina.
Malvin came back out and hugged Medina. ”Pardon Malvin Ma, Malvin promise will not trouble mama.”