TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Mas Alif Jealous

The unexpected encounter with Kak Rio yesterday made me keep thinking about it. When did I dare to make that rich promise? If so, that's the past. I think he forgot. And his face was, richly hoping for the same answer. But my actions yesterday by choosing to go straight home leaving it is right, right?

"Huh!!" I'm confused thinking about it. 

"Honey. You why?"

Eh?

Forgot if there is Mas Alif who again relaxed watching TV in the living room. He ran right away after hearing me scream.

"It's okay, Mas. Hehe." Sorry, but I lied. There is still no courage to be honest.

"You tuh! Make me a hanger!" he squeezed it while pinching my nose. I hit his hand with the spatula I was holding for reflex.

"Aw! Hot Honey!"

"Eh, sorry! Sorry Mas! Not intentionally! Let's see here." It was clearly a red mark on her pure white skin. Immediately I pulled him into the sink. The first step to dealing with a burn is to flush it with running water.

"Well, isn't it?" my many.

"Lumayan the hell."

I looked for the P3K box and put the plaster in his hand. The wound is not large, just a line of the former cap the handle of the spatula.

"Darling? Why are you crying?"

Any timing? I hold my cheek.

Wetter.

The free hand of Mas Alif wiped the tears on my cheek that kept flowing. "Udah, don't cry! I'm not doing anything. Just a little gini wound."

I don't know what I'm crying about. Either for hurting his hand, or for lying to him. I was confused with my own heart. "Sorry Mum!" And sorry for everything. My wounds and lies.

"Yes." Yeah."

A few moments of silence and sitting at the dinner table, I like to smell something unpleasant. Mas Alif's nose also moves. Like sniffing the smell of something too.

"Darling, do you have strange smells?"

"Yes, I am too" I said as I continued to sniff my own body.

Do not smell your own body because you have not had a morning shower. So I kissed my left and right armpits.

"Not body odor, dear!" Mas Alif hit my hand slowly. "Like a charred smell huh?"

Whahuh? A charred?

"HUH? THE CHICKEN IS GOSONG MAS!!!" With wide steps I went back to the kitchen and checked.

Sure enough, the chicken that should be a beautiful golden brown now turned black charred. Hot oil also splashed. When I checked the flame of the stove, apparently the fire was still too big. I haven't understated. Immediately I turned off the stove and lifted the charred chicken and set it aside.

"Yeah! The chicken is charred deh Mas," I said with a languid bow. It's all because of my carelessness.

"Udah is nothing. Cook what's in the fridge." I nodded at Mas Alif.

When I opened it, I saw there was still tempeh and tofu in the fridge. I lazily picked it up and showed it to Mas Alif. "The weather of tempe equally know nothing, Mas?"

"Yes. It's nothin. Want to cook whatever it is, if that's cooking my wife's gonna taste good." He tried to comfort me.

"Yes." Yeah." I improvised the breakfast menu. Who originally wanted to cook fried chicken switched to making vegetables with tempeh and fried tofu.

When I was ready, I served it on the dining table. Mas Alif who was originally sitting waiting while reading the newspaper now seems to fold his newspaper.

"Wahh! Looks delicious!"

"Thank you!" I prepared dishes and rice for him. After that back to the kitchen brought the fried chicken that was burnt earlier.

"Where are you going?"

"Feed Jimmy first Mas. You have breakfast first." From mubdzir, mending I give this chicken to my pet cat. Thought.

After arriving at the cage, I dyed the cat with this gray hair. Then prepare the fried chicken. I took off her burnt skin. And it looked like the deepest meat could still be eaten. So I gave it to Jimmy.

"Eat the good!" Kuelus his head gently and affectionately.

After feeding Jimmy, I headed back to the dining room. Resuming breakfast.

"Mas, I'm going to the market in the afternoon! Shopping for kitchens."

"Should I take you?" bargained for.

"No need. I'll take the angkot."

"Well, if I go home early I can pick you up."

"Hm. Aye." Yeah."

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The market is crowded as usual. Interaction between sellers and buyers, the transport workers who pass by while holding sacks. All are sights commonly found in the market. My first step was to the spice section. Where I will buy chili, onion, garlic, sugar, and other rhizome plants that are used as kitchen spices.

Continue by looking for my favorite vegetable. There are broccoli, carrots, and corn. Just added sausage to make cap cay tonight. After buying everything I checked the list of groceries I wrote on the phone, afraid if there is forgetfulness. After everything was bought, I stepped out of the market.

But my steps stopped right past the flesh-meat section. Maybe I can buy chicken for cooking tomorrow. Count replacing the charred chicken this morning.

"Sir, the chicken's a kilo huh!"

"Do you want to cut it big or small?" ask the seller.

"Directly cut small sir."

"Ready."

Seeing this man chopping up chicken meat, I suddenly thought of Nopal. Yes, my friend who misquoted as a psychopath because of his hobby of watching murder films. He must have succeeded in continuing his mother's chicken business in his hometown, Kediri. So from the two of us, only he comes from outside Malang.

"It's Neng!" The father's words broke my daydream about Nopal. Immediately I paid him by handing him a twenty thousand piece of money and a five thousand piece of money. There was also two thousand change.

"Thank You Sir!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Hm. If from here to go out through the front entrance must definitely turn around again. So I chose to pass by the side door of the market. Saves time and energy. Moreover, I had trouble carrying two large bags containing these groceries.

The closer I got to the exit, the quieter it became. Makes me rush to move fast. Don't want to happen if something unpleasant happens. Thoughts of sorts immediately haunted me when I saw in front there was a bunch of young men with the look of the sangar in conversation while sipping coffee.

Why should I meet the market thugs anyway?!

Want to turn around also responsibility, because a few more meters have gone out of the market. The problem is that only the thugs are hanging out next to the exit. Why were they suddenly there? Where's the rame-rame again. Kaya habus held a meeting of market thugs. They usually don't sit there.

Heh. Yes already. As long as you walk fast, do not look left-right, and facing straight ahead must be safe. I take and exhale slowly to normalize my heartbeat. In my heart I began to count backwards as a swipe.

Come on Nala's spirit!

Okay. Slowly my steps began to approach them. I see they are still unaware of my existence. Just a little more exit. Let's just stay a little more.

"Eh there's a pretty Eneng! Just finished shopping, huh?"

Deg.

There's a thug who's coming at me, blocking the exit.

"Yes. Alone?" Suddenly there was another friend standing in front of me.

"How much is Temenin?" And be all the attention these thugs have on me.

In my heart I was not praying. Seeking protection from the Creator. My sweat, the size of a grain of corn, poured out of my temple when I found the thugs approaching.

Bruaks!

The fallen thug hit the seat made of wood.

Oops! Looks like I'm in big trouble. The faces of those thugs looked sour.

Oh, God help Nala!

Mas Alif, I'm scared!

"Sorry Bang! I didn't mean it!" I said then try to run. But unfortunately, my hand was blocked by one of them.

"Have to encourage people to run away!" The fallen thug had now risen to stand before me.

Both my hands were also blocked by them. My shopping has fallen on the floor. My eyes glanced everywhere for help. But why is it suddenly so quiet here? Where are those people? What market is this cemetery anyway???

"What do we do anyway?" This thug standing in front of me tried to grab my cheek, only when I immediately looked up. Look to the side. And with that my tears came down.

"Please!" I rebelled. But for nothing, the thug power that blocked me was much stronger. "PLEASE!!! HELP!!"  I screamed as loud as I could.

"Mmmm!" The insolent! These thugs dare to smother me.

"You want to scream and no one helps. Here, you'll be brother first." When one of the thugs came up to me, I saw someone from a distance running towards me.

"Please him!"

"If you don't want what? Ha!" The thug who was right in front of me now turned to look at my helper.

"You're gonna figure out how sick this floor hurts."

"Oh! Dare you ya!"

Bugh!

Bugh!

Bugh!

And fights are inevitable. They attacked each other mercilessly. But amazingly he could fight all those thugs with his own hands. Until the thugs who blocked me also contributed to help his colleagues who have fallen. It didn't take long, all those thugs had already fallen.

"Aren't you okay Na?"

"Yes Brother. Thanks!" It was so painful that I couldn't hold my tears down. Lucky Brother Rio saved me.

"Yes. Let's get out now."

"Hm." He brought me all my groceries and accompanied me to the edge of the highway in front of the market.

"Thank you, brother! I can't imagine what it was like if Brother didn't help me."

"Shhh! Hitherto. The important thing is that you are not grateful. So don't think of anything else, huh?" I'm nodding.

Then he invited me to sit in front of a shophouse and buy me cold mineral water. "Here, have a drink!" tell him while handing me the drink that he has opened the lid.

"Thank you."

"You were able to get hit by a thug like that?"

"His intention was to take a shortcut, not even to meet the goons." Then I drank the water up to the toilet again.

"Well what do you think?" kelakar Kak Rio's.

"Haus mixes up, Kak" I said, grumbling. "Oh yeah, how could Rio happen to be there anyway?"

This is what makes me a little confused. How could it be so coincidental to have him there. The huft! My life is like in a ftv drama.

"So there was a walk for a survey of the supplier of materials in my restaurant," he replied.

"From Yogya ambush the material from here?!" Not finished thinking me. Isn't it rotten in the middle of the road?

Brother Rio then flicked my forehead hard. "What the hell?!"

"You're a fool! Yes, it is not. The plan is to open a branch here. So all looking for a place with suppliers."

"Ooh." I nodded in understanding.

"You're it!"

"Aah! Aw!!!" Brother Rio without cue pinched both cheeks like a child. I know I'm stingy and adorable, but yeah don't pinch it either. Sick knows!

"You've been working on it!"

"Gee! Sick knows Brother!" I immediately brushed off his hand and countered by pinching his stomach.

"Ekhm! Mbaknya just as Masnya if dating see the place first. Poor old man will be envious see." Ha's? Just now Mas-mas a hawker seller casually said it was so fitting to pass in front of me and Kak Rio. Is this how you really know?

"Eh no Mas!" Free to argue too. After all, the road seemed to not care about just now what he said.

"Diamine is Na." This is again Mas Rio.

"No, yeah!"

"Why?"

"Yes because,-"

Drrt! Drrt!

The vibrations from my phone made me stop saying my words. I saw that message from Mas Alif.

Are you satisfied with the romantic?

Deg.

Is Alif here? Over where?

My eyes immediately dyed here and there to search for his whereabouts. Then my phone shook again.

Black car across the street.

Go home!

Is correct. Just across the street was Mas Alif's car. I hurried to get my groceries and hurried away. "Sister, I'll go home!"

"Suddenly? You ride what? Should I not take you?" Eh, this is Brother Rio why is wearing restraining me all the way?!

"No need. I was picked up. Thanks for the help." Immediately I ran to the side of the road. Looking to the left right before crossing, after being quiet I immediately took a thousand steps toward Mas Alif's car.

Stupid you Na!

Just finished ngadepin thugs, well this has to be done rampage Mas Alif. Out of the crocodile cage into the tiger cage this story.

Getting in the car I was already faced with the gloomy aura of Mas Alif. He's not mad at me, just that he's silent a thousand languages. But silence is no better. Mending he was angry rather than silent like this. I want to give a long explanation is also free. Because Mas Alif is typical of riders who are very focused when driving. I can only curse myself in my heart.

This whole lonely journey made me very nervous. Just to breathe out scared. Especially to turn on the radio. As a result, I can only sit quietly until the car is in the yard of the house.

"Mas, I'm sorry!"

"I want to ask you before. Is he your brother?" I'm shaking.

"Is he a muhrimmu?" I'm back to shaking.

"good. In that case I have a right to be jealous," he said, removing the seatbelt and getting out of the car without waiting for me.