THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Other Functions Of The Market
"You're not coming home, Miss El? it was already noon," the woman who was estimated to be over fifty years old, threw a question to the younger woman and was not far from where the old woman was selling.
Young women who were busy at that time enjoying snacks, made of sticky rice flour, formed into a circle, then filled with palm sugar and sprinkled with grated coconut rather old, immediately turned to the old lady selling green bean porridge next to him. "A little while, Mom. Still at home, hehehe ..."
The mother of the porridge seller also followed smiling, then the soul wanted to re-flutter. "Again chasing the target for marriage capital huh?"
"Hahaha .. No, ma'am. Again the peeper," argued the young woman named Eliza along with the completion of enjoying a more famous snack with the name klepon.
"Yes aja, Mbak El will be old enough, already have a candidate as well. Buru buru unveiled, Ma'am. I'm afraid that it's not good enough."
Bener loh, Eliza," the other seller came along. "Later to be my neighbor's son. Because of postponing the marriage, uh, now a spinster. He was over thirty years old, so many men were not interested."
"What's wrong, Ma'am? How can we fail marriage?" ask the other traders.
This is the life of the market. Gossiping has become commonplace to drive out saturation from buyers. In order not to be saturated, the traders who are located close to each other end up sharing stories, including telling others.not to mention the spice added in the story, not to mention the seasoning added in the story, make the story more enjoyable to be a gossip material.
"Here, he already had a candidate in his twenties and above. But because the woman chose to wait firmly first, the man could not stand it. He's impregnating people's children. That guy married another girl. Eh pas there is a guy near my neighbor's child, again the conditions are waiting to be established. Yes automatically the men back off, and every man who wants to approach, inferior first because the problem of the man must be established. So yeah, he's not the same who he was until his thirties."
"Give it!" the traders are almost at the same time. It turns out that who listened to the story of the mother of the marinated milkfish seller was quite a lot. Even some male traders reacted. "So that woman is wrong. What else is a village woman. If the age is above twenty-five years, it is better to get married quickly, if you already have a partner. No need to wait anymore" said the trader knows.
"Dengerin tuh, Za," said the tempe seller. "Mending you is rushed for marriage. What else is your prospective husband handsome like an Indian artist. Do not think long, do not need a fancy party. Enough ijab kabul, legal, family thanksgiving. Beret."
The talk of the merchants, did not stop there. From the beginning only a story about one woman, now the story is increasingly widespread with various other women's stories. Plus, there are stories about men. Eliza herself just became a good listener while starting to tidy up her wares.
The time to go home has come. After all the merchandise was tidied up, Eliza returned to the merchants. With light steps, Eliza walked towards the main door of the market. His left hand holds a throat containing his luggage, namely a container of supplies and also some spices and vegetables for home purposes. The money from the sale was in the sling bag that Eliza had brought.
"When am I going, Za?" suddenly a man approached the woman who was already outside the market complex and was looking for ojeg. Clearly Eliza was very surprised by the presence of the man. What else is the man about to take over his throat.
"Eh, no need, no need," although surprised, Eliza could still control her tone. "I'll go up ojeg aja," Eliza refused by pulling and holding her throat so as not to change hands.
"Just like that, right?" the man looks upset. "What the hell is it, you never want to be taken home? I've been nawarin a few times."
"Hehehe ..." Eliza laughed softly. "No need, Mom. I don't want to take nicotine. It has to work too."
"I've never felt repotinated, Za," the man argued. "I just need proof, is it true what people say about you, so I want to nganter you."
"meaning?"
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