ABHIYASA [END ]
STRAWWORKS

On the sidelines of the massage agenda, the masseur alludes to the issue of flowers strewn across the courtyard of the restaurant when he comes. He asked Arif and Abhi.

"Mas, just as I came earlier, there were many flowers scattered in front. Is it intentionally loved or is there a prankster?" ask the masseur.

"Flower, oh, it was deliberately spread by the owner of this restaurant, the owner of this restaurant," replied Arif.

"Oh yeah, I guess there's someone else on the prank."

"Why sir?" sahut Abhi's.

"It's okay, mas. The name is effort, worry about the growth of others who have bad intentions," explained the incandescent.

"Guna-guna huh sir? ruined his business, huh?" sahut Arif's.

"Yes, Arif, worry so."

"Already sir, have several times this restaurant is called."

"Ohya, do you know who did it?"

"Already, the front dining house is the culprit."

"Don't spread Rif's slander!" sahut Abhi's.

"Who is slandering? ms. Indah has told me that her smart people have told her very clearly. I'm not slandering Bhi. He did it, it's a fact" Arif said.

Abhi quiet.

"Yes, the name is also business, business. People who use a fraudulent way. Very bad, but there are many culprits. That's why I saw the flowers, so my mind. It's as I said it was."

"Yes sir but calm down, if the flower, not a use. But the antidote from the use of the restaurant sebrang," replied Arif again.

"Thank God if not."

"Yes sir, they are also strange anyways (the restaurant sebrang). Already use the benefits, still not PD (Confidence ). Still sending us to here. It's so rude, isn't it, sir?"

"Riff! don't spread it like that! disgrace his name," interrupted Abhi.

"Bhi, we are victims. Try if you are beautiful do not quickly find a solution. So what are we? no job in the heart? we're victims, they're the culprits, no need to cover up!"

"Yes Abhi, this kind of thing is common. You want to say disgrace but they have no hesitation yet do the practice of pesugihan. Even to close the source of someone else's fortune," said the masseuse.

"Well, you're not the same as everything in your boarding school Bhi! the outside world is hard" Arif said.

"This Mas Abhi used to be a santri huh?"

"Yes sir."

"Nyantri where is mas?"

"In pesantren ******city *******."

The conversation continued until it spread to many things. Getting more cool while scolding.

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After the masseuse left. Arif and Abhi chat while playing each other's cell phones and somehow, Abhi suddenly felt disturbed by what the incandescent had said.

"I thought Rif, who's the smart guy that you came to? how are you giving flowers?"

"Know, I also know that the flowers are the result of buying but why use the flowers, meaning roses and friends? it is a flower that is usually sown in the cemetery. Complete with the fragrance too."

"Yes because if you use orchids, expensive. Tulips, they're not here. Sakura was far away in Japan," ledek Arif followed giggling.

"Hais.that's not it either. I mean tuh, ma'am Indah ngedatengin ustad or shaman? the medium is setaman, identical to Jin."

Arif was silent for a moment before giving an answer.

"Where there is identical so. Gini yes, why is the grave given flowers? the goal is to disguise the stench of a corpse buried in a grave. Even if it is deep but still loved flowers let it smell."

"Well, the goal can be like that but in fact, many shamans who use the medium of setaman flowers for clenic things that are closely related to Jin, offerings, or the like," explained Abhi.

Arif took a long breath.

"That's the case, you don't need to think about it! our job is just work. Thank goodness this restaurant is back crowded. That is, we can continue working for a long time. Who knows if you can get a bonus too? don't want you?"

"Yes want a Rif but.."

"Enough Bhi! it's good that we don't interfere in everything that's none of our business. Live each other's lives without interfering in other people's business!"

"Beautiful Mom ain't nobody else's Rif."

"So you think what that lovely lady did, was wrong?"

"I don't blame him but this is it.."

"Bhi, trust me! the less we know, the better. Most people, who know too much, don't live long."

Abhi was silent for a moment, what Arif said was true. However, his mind felt extremely riled up. There is a curious feeling. Want to know about who the smart people who are beautiful ma'am come and what conditions must be met? if deviating from religion, Abhi would like to remind. Abhi has a high empathy for Ms. Indah who has kept her working there despite the difficult circumstances. Because, Abhi does not want if the beautiful ma'am does something that is prohibited. However, for the time being, he could do nothing.

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The next day, the restaurant opened as usual. My husband did the same. Carry out the practice obtained from smart people and pour water and flowers around the restaurant. At ten in the morning, the buyers arrived. Not only eating on the spot, many are also wrapping to take home. This is quite envious of the boss of the restaurant sebrang. He snorted repeatedly while grumbling in the heart. He still did not expect that the action this time, had a failure.

"Which shaman did he wear to ward off my shipment?" muttered the boss in his heart.

"Look! I'm gonna find a much better shaman to knock you down" he thought again.

Meanwhile, Ms. Indah, her husband and Abhi and Arif were very busy. The buyers are unrelenting. Go one, three come. So it continues until the clock shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. Then things started to go. At that hour, Mrs Indah and the others just got lunch. Take a break while waiting for the next rush hour.

"This is Bhi, Rif, ibuk masakin squid saos padang for all of us!" exclaim Bu Indah while putting the results of his cooking on the table.

"Let's eat!" said later.

"Take this mom, thank you mom!" reply Arif.

"Yes ma'am, thank you" said Abhi.

"Yes, let's eat! come sir!" said Mrs Indah while inviting everyone to eat.

"Alhamdulillah very good," said Abhi, grateful for the favors that God gave.

"Add more Bhi!'

"Yes mom later! it's a lot" replied Abhi.

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