THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
The Fruit Shop
"Mother why? How come you're home like you're mad at that?" arimbi asked as soon as he saw the woman who had helped him seem different. His face looks upset. Ms. Farida even repeatedly mentioned the Arabic phrase which means to ask God for forgiveness.
"Where's reyhan? Still whining about her dad?" instead of answering Arimbi's question, Ms. Farida even asked the boy who did not see the trunk of his nose. The woman also received drinking water offered by Arimbi.
"Again in the house next door, play with Alfian," replied Arimbi while sitting in one of the chairs, not far from the existence of Bu Farida. "So he nyariin, even asked to follow her to her father's place. I'm confused, Mom. It was fortunate that there was Alfian nyamperin, so Reyhan was silent."
Ms. Farida exhaled her breath violently. "Yes you take Reyhan to his father's place, let him know how to bother taking care of the child."
"Males was, Mom. met his father's face only I was too late, the peeper was not a corner."
Ms. Farida chuckled. "Mother slapped her father, the boy. Overall mom, from last night itchy peeper tempered him. The wait in the market did not come. Yes, samperin's mother to his trading place."
"Well!" Arimbi instantly showed his surprised face. "Mom's pantes were like emotions."
While the two women of different ages were still talking about the father of the little boy who lived there, they were both startled by a loud cry. Arimbi and Farida got up from their seats and rushed out of the house to the neighbor where Reyhan was.
"Geez you guys must be fighting again, Reyhan naughty huh?" arimbi exclaimed as he grabbed the body of his son and leaned on him.
"Yes, even though he was left for a while to the bathroom, had a fight just this boy. If there is none, it is sought after" said Alfian's mother.
"Hhehehehe .. yes that's it, mbak, her name is a child," Arimbi replied, then she said goodbye to bring Reyhan home. "So why fight, hum?"
"Reyhan wants daddy, ma'am. Kayak Apian," whined the boy and of course his whining successfully made Arimbi surprised.
"Had just been talked about, eh already remembered the same father. Anterin aja there, Mbi," said Bu Farida.
"Males, ma'am," Arimbi refused as he continued to try to calm his son.
Arimbi again snorted. It seemed like she was flabbergasted by Bu Farida's words. What else does he know how his son's character. Arimbi had no other choice. Inevitably he followed the advice of the middle-aged woman who lived together.
At the same time, but in a different place, it seems that Rianti is busy choosing and sorting the merchandise. Fruit that is still good separated from the fruit that is too ripe and also the fruit that is almost rotten. Fruit that is too ripe, by Rianti will be processed into fruit juice and packaged using plastic cups. In such a way, no fruit is wasted in vain.
When Rianti was busy with his work, his eyes caught a man coming towards him. The man smiled widely as his eyes met the gaze of the beautiful woman he had long been after.
"Busy, Ri?" ask the man while sitting on the bench in front of the store.
"Yes as you can see, Mas," said Rianti to be ordinary. The woman actually knew that the man who was currently in her shop, liked her. But for some reason, since the failure of his marriage, Rianti became shut out from his male name. What else Rianti knows, who is the man in his shop right now.
"Aren't you tired of the money? Once a time mbok ya street loh, Ri," said the man began looking for a way to make a chat.
Rianti let out a soft laugh. "Hehehe .. pursue deposit, Mas. kan know for yourself, the cost of renting this store is expensive."
The man chuckled. "Eatya nyari husband, let there be a living so no need to be tired of money alone."
Rianti again smiled broadly, but he was reluctant to reply to the man's words because Rianti knew where they would go if they had turned their heads toward the husband.
"Ri, are you serious? Don't you want me to be your future husband?"
The deg!
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