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8. Darsi bu stalls

Aretha's steps are slow. While enjoying the scenery around, he occasionally smiled. Apparently the place is so beautiful. Simple yet looks so beautiful. Like a village in general. She did not regret joining Alas Purwo. Aretha thought this was a vacation for her. Because since Radit started working, they've been on very rare vacations. When Radit is off, they usually just spend it at home. If they want to go out, then they just spend time watching the cinema, or just eating out.

Now the woman has reached the residential area. From what is seen, this place is more alive than the area near his house. Many houses of the people were standing close together. While near the house he lived in stood only one building. It is the house he is living in now. It is only his house that looks luxurious, compared to the homes of other residents.

The village houses are almost the same. Unostentatious. Semi permanent. Even the floor no one uses ceramics. Aretha continued to stare to her right and left. Where the house stands. The windows and doors were wide open. Some kids play outside. Looked at him with a look of wonder. Aretha simply stared back at them followed by a wide smile. Sometimes he greeted one of the children who were playing. Despite not getting a response, Aretha still did it and did not expect to get a proper reply. He understands how the character of a child who sees and meets strangers. Most will be silent. Either because of embarrassment or because of caution. He knows that children have a strong instinct for adults. They can feel good and sincere people, with bad people.

One of the children answered Aretha's question in shame. "For a toy hide and seek, Brother." The little girl was named Nur. Although only he responded to Aretha, but still he looked embarrassed, not even daring to look directly at Aretha's face.

"Oh, hide-and-seek toys. A lot, yes, the theme. Oh yeah, where's Bu Darsi's stall, huh?" tanyanya basa. Though the instructions from Mr. Slamet was quite clear, and Aretha sure can get to the place without asking again. It's just that he's good at being stale. The goal is to blend in with the surrounding community. Not indiscriminate, both adults and children of course.

"There." Nur pointed in the right direction. And actually the stall in question was already visible from where they stood. Seen from a jar where crackers hang in front of him.

"Oh right there, huh? Thank you, Adek," said Aretha as she stroked Nur's head gently.

The little girl looked up and smiled, as Aretha was about to leave. He tried to be friendly to the mature woman, although there was still a little shame in him.

Aretha continued walking, sometimes he greeted the villagers he passed by. Until finally he was in the Bu Darsi stall. The conditions in that place were not so crowded. There were only five adult women, shopping for food. Sort through fresh vegetables, while chatting casually together. Their conversation was only about what cuisine to be made today, the development of their children, to the gossip circulating in the village. Even things that are actually trivial, will seem frenetic when discussed together. Like Erlin, the daughter of Mr. Dasikun, who just bought a new motorcycle, even though he just worked as an SPG baby milk product. Other rumors mention things that do not make sense, but soon broken by other mothers who think more logically. The two camps argue about how much Erlin's salary, until - to bring the name of the father who is only a tea leaf farmer in the village.

"Yo he should have read it! Lah wong to eat a hard, why use all motorcycle credit styles! Just bother the old man!" said Bu Eli with a cynical tone.

"Eh, you can't do that, Yu. Who knows Erlin's salary is indeed big. Again right he to, what do the money do. Why is that so bad. Ndak can loh, spite to the neighbors. Sins. Remember, Maryam's last lecture was yesterday."

"Mom, I know what SpG's salary is. Not to mention his needs in the city. Pay the cost, make a meal, ah where enough!"

Aretha who mingled with them seemed to be just a listener. While looking - look at the spinach is still fresh. He intends to make a clear vegetable for his lunch and Mr. Slamet also Bu Jum. He certainly thought of the people he worked with today.

"Mom, is there a fish?" ask Aretha to Bu Darsi, the owner of the stall. Although this is the first time he came to the shop, but saw the buyers pay money to the woman in a lush stature near the storefront, making him sure that he was the owner of the stall, aka Bu Darsi. His name was clearly emblazoned on the long banner fluttering in front. The woman wears a scarf to cover the head that women in the countryside wear.

"Don't you? Ada, Mba. That's right over there. Still complete. There are sea water fish just like freshwater fish. Chickens are there too" explained Bu Darsi kindly to the buyer.

This made the other mothers turn their attention to Aretha. He did look conspicuously standing amongst those women. From the clothes, the way of speaking, his clean face was well-groomed, a stark contrast to the mother of the village mother in general.

"Mr ... Which person?" tanya Bu Tia, who had been silent, did not interfere in the joint grant event about Erlin.

"Oh, I just moved in, Mom. In that house," point Aretha to the position of his house which is actually no longer visible from the place.

They looked at each other as if they were guessing the meaning of Aretha's explanation.

"The house of Mr Ibrahim?" ask Bu Wati, understand immediately.

"Where are you from, Mba?"

"From Jakarta."

"Well, far away."

"Kos? Stay there?"

"Is there anything that bothers you?" ask others to start looking.

Aretha tried to look relaxed, although in her little heart she wanted to tell about the incident at dawn.

"Alhamdulillah, be at home. Oh yeah, meet me Aretha, my husband named Radit. Please guide mom. We're new here."

One by one they became acquainted and began to have stale chatter.

"Mba Aretha, you should do your studies at home. Let the demon run away. Fear that you will be disturbed continuously," Bu Wati's cerocos with a serious look.

"Oh yes, Mom. His plan is so. Maybe tomorrow night. I hope your mother is present. "

The shopping event became more lively with the arrival of Aretha. It didn't feel like he had been in Bu Darsi's shop for an hour. Finally he resigned himself to go home, because he had to cook lunch.

"I'll excuse you then, ma'am. It's noon, cook first."

"Oh yes, Mba. Heart on the road."

"Excuse me, Mother."

Aretha also left the stall and walked slowly while watching her shopping bag.

"Mba Aretha!" call one of the ladies there. Feeling called, he looked up.

"Yes, Mom? Why?"

"His daughter wasn't invited home?"

The question made Aretha's smile fade away. He frowned and looked in the direction that Mom had pointed.