The Father Boy
ALA268'S CHAT. Information from the next store
"From what, Mas?" ask them friendly.
"You look around for what doesn't exist." My log cannot be lost.
They laugh crisply. "Can be customized as you wish, Mas."
I'm called 'gold' so feel like dad.
"I also want to choose the material, can I?" I don't know where this cunning of mine came from.
"Can, can. Come with me, Mas. For the wedding, huh, Mas?"
Not everyone knows I've been married twice.
"Yes." Yeah." What matters first.
It's different from the one there.
"It's young teak, it's old teak." The worker who was, is still serving me.
"May I take a picture, sir?" Difficulty disguising the accent.
I was afraid of being crowned, when my accent was clear.
"By, please. I don't want to cheat, Mom. It's old teak, I say old. It's young teak, I said young. The commission of the same boss, the weight of my afterlife." He laughed lightly as I took the photo.
What's in my dad's house? Bed seems to need, because at home dad who here directly use springbed.
I also already have photos of raw materials at my father's business house. Obviously very different, with the material here.
"Until now, the items I choose are still those made, sir?" I hurt my phone again.
"Yes for sure, Mas. If you don't believe me, you can wait, Mom." The logic can't be lost like me.
We laughed together. I looked around and shared my cigarettes.
"Why don't you take it there, Mum?" the question then, as I was sorting out some piles of wood that were so dense in color.
"Where?" I looked towards him.
"That means next door." He laughed a little.
"Ohh, disappointed me, Mas." I feel it's the right time to gather information.
Without a second thought, I reached into my phone again and immediately activated the voice recorder feature.
"Why, Mas? So really, what do they say?" It seems interesting to talk about this.
Humanly, ghibah does not look at gender type.
"It's different from the wrong choice." I glanced at. "If it's the same here, maybe I'll move next to him again." I interfered with the joke.
"Ohh…." He laughed back. "I'm old, Mom. I'm thinking of my grandchildren, if I can't keep working. You see, the big bosses, if fired workers there is no term pity. The name no longer makes mistakes, but it's been branded a traitor of all."
Indeed, his age is quite old, gray hair is already a lot. But his strength was still violent, even though his body had slightly bent. It might be around fifty-five years old, either more or less, but his strength seemed to be beyond doubt.
"Ohh, the grandson is taken care of by me, huh?" I try to relax a little, so it is not obvious if I am scraping for information.
"Yes, Mas. My son is dead, so he takes care of it. Her mother she's out of the country, don't know what's there." The worker puts his shoulder.
"Yes spirit, Father?" I was thinking of giving him some cigarette money later.
"I'm kasian, Mas. If not, who else?" He smiled wryly.
If her parents have as much wealth as my grandfather, it might not be as sad as it is to take care of grandchildren. I, whose parents are complete, was pulled by grandparents to take care of them.
"Rubber, Sir. Sangu hereafter." The reward is definitely not playing.
"Whose person is this? Which one would you like? There are many kinds of wood, if teak wood does not fit." The worker walked to the other side.
"The Sumatran." I smiled and approached the old teak wood pile back. I don't want to say that I'm Acehnese, then he thinks that I'm a relative of the next boss.
"I look around next door, another rather wooden cake there." I'm sorry, I'm disfiguring your efforts.
"Yes I heard that too, Mom. There was once a buyer of the story, he said buy old teak not polished, deliberately he said. Well researched, he said this was not his choice. It seems like anyway, exchanged for young teak or other wood. There is also a story, said teak it was not. Some say the wood in the warehouse is not as good as in other stores. If the boss is not marketin out of the area and outside the island, has died his business. The carpenters there also sometimes talk to us-we're in the coffee shop, they just work, so yes there is a rag."
Sip, can.
"It wasn't like that before? So, since when is the quality bad?" I while choosing, so that he is not scolded by his boss because we are busy chatting.
"It used to be the best quality, after changing the store leader to become a buyer of their subscription here and search for other stores. There it was innovative, in other stores it wasn't there yet, it was there already. The most modern model, unfortunately now the raw materials seem less tuh. The customer is not from here, from outside the area. So do not just make a typical motif here alone, other styles can."
Yes yes, there are carpenters from Aceh who are placed here. In rolling a father's worker, if he really wants to.
"Yes, my father was there, but I'm missing my own pocket." Looks like enough about dad's efforts.
"Indeed it used to be the most expensive and good, Mas. Now it's expensive he said, the quality is down." He chuckles small.
I'm mangosteen. "Yes, sir. I order this, please make a bed that has a drawer. Can you?" I pointed at the old teak wood raw materials.
Actually there are many raw materials, but I suspect about teak wood because here is the best seller of this old teak wood material.
"Can, Mas. Not a typical engraving, Mas? Or, need another list?" The worker took out a pen and a piece of paper.
Crazy, the sketches made from his hands were pretty good too.
"What size, Mom? How many drawers do you want?" He looks so excited.
I explained the shape I wanted, then then I deal the price. I made the payment at the beginning, so as not to bother taking care of the goods that come. Not to forget, I gave cigarette money to the workers who had opened the information.
I waited for proof of payment and my debit card came back by sitting in the middle area of this store, because I asked for the receipt as well. I circulated the view, looking at some finished furniture. I noticed people who were busy themselves, because once waiting for the payment note so. He said the boss was on the phone, so he had to wait for it to finish first.
From here it looks, if my order is being made. The father who had also worked on the project was robbed of many carpenters.
"Where was that handsome Mas-Mas?" A lady with narrow eyes, ivory-white skin and mini-dressed turned her head left and right.
I just kept quiet, because even though it was a handsome descendant, I was not that confident, that what he meant was me.
"That, that…." The worker who was outside, came in and pointed at me.
"Ohh, hi." The young lady walked towards me.
Why yes, there must be a woman who locks my eyes? Do my eyes have to be stretched out, so as not to become a basket-eye?
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