When Two Anu Fall in Love
Cloudy Everyday

This morning is not as bright as yesterday, the fog is still visible even though the clock shows seven o'clock.

Anugrah was confused, he had just brought out a bucket of laundry. And in the top pile there is a mucena from Keanu that he has washed, wants it dry today later in the afternoon he can use. But in fact his desire was not given a smooth path.

"Why, Nu?" Asked Mamak who was sitting on a chair in the living room, with a large plate and glass filled with hot tea.

Anugrah turned to look at the house, "in the sun is not it Mak?" Ask back Anugrah.

"Later, breakfast first," said Mamak.

Anugrah said, leaving her laundry bucket and passing inside, passing Mamak who was enjoying breakfast. Walk continuously until the back, in a room that can be called the dining room, although actually more precisely is the room where to store food. Because even though there are chairs in the room, but they rarely eat together there.

More often the three of them eat in the living room while watching TV, even eating rarely together. Who is hungry first, he who eats first. As such, there is no breakfast or lunch together.

Anugrah then sat down in the chair next to Mamak, took a large glass containing Mamak's tea and drank it.

"Akhhh. Segeeeerrr," said Anugrah while putting back a large glass that has been reduced content.

"Seger, wong's got a drink to drink." Mamak sebal.

Anugrah was just a crybaby, continued praying and starting breakfast.

Do not ask Mr. Yudi where, because the hardworking father had left early in the morning to work. For the sake of a mouthful of rice for his two angels at home.

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Like a foggy morning, it turns out that even until noon the sun does not appear to show its existence. In addition to being confused because of the laundry that he did not dry, he was also confused and afraid if it suddenly rained because the merchandise he had arranged neatly on the stall table. Where's his big umbrella torn a little in the middle, ouch... That adds to the worry that is in the taste of grace.

He is now on standby. His trade that was not food was covered with a wide clear plastic, which he had just bought. Fortunately its buyers today quite a lot, either direct buyers or through the application message. Maybe because the new stuff came and he uploaded on his social media account, so many messages.

"Constop yes, Nu," said Siti who sat next to her lap table.

"Yes, yeah. The heart is not clouded."

"Switch brat doesn't cider here, ya Nu... Though it's good to be cloudy eating spicy lilok yes," said Siti again.

"Yes, yeah. Just try not to call," Anugrah was then seen opening his phone, asking about the bad news that was carried around to where.

"Not making it, Ti." Said Anugrah once got a reply from Yuni.

"Hish, how the hell is a basket. Don't know the right moment for sale." Gerrutu Siti is upset.

"Haha, there will also be another Ti cilok."

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It turned out that until the afternoon the weather remained cloudy, but did not lower the water even a little drizzle did not come. Once he finished cleaning his wares and put them in the motorcycle seat Anugrah lowered the big umbrella and closed it. Put it under his lap table.

"Nu, this is a love letter," Kang Yono gave a leaflet, an invitation to deliberation.

"Specialty of field traders," Kang Yono explained, once Anugrah received the folded paper.

"What's Kang talking about?" Ask back Anugrah.

"Lacking to know for sure, anyway. But it looks like the street vendors will be moved," said Kang Yono.

Anugrah nodded in response. In any case, the stall traders should not be angry if they have to be moved, because they want to defend like anything, it is not the best place to sell. Thought Anugrah.

Kang Yono passed by, handing out the rest of the invitations that still had a lot in his hands.