Anta's Diary
Seru Market (Part 1)
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"The sad news came from the entertainment world of the Fatherland. A talented young actor soap opera player and famous advertising star who was pioneering the world of film died at two noon. Jonathan Stevenson or familiarly called Jojo died while participating in a national swimming race. The body will be buried tomorrow in the San Miller cemetery. So the latest news today, I Nandhika resign and look forward to the latest updates from TV Lima."
Aunt Dewi listened to the television news while sobbing. A flood of tears and streams from his nose soaked the tissue that was now strewn about. The king called Anta and Tasya to appease his mother.
"This is the dead soap star you know, do not know the same Aunt, why is so sad gini-banget like his own child who died," said Tasya while thrusting a sheet of tissue on the woman.
Anta and Raja work together to clean the floor from old tissue waste.
"Tante doesn't think, he's still young tau, handsome again, and as long as you know yes, yes, he already considers Aunt like her own child even though she does not know and consider Aunt her mother, hyks hyks."
The nasal spray was getting louder and louder in the tissue sheet in his hand.
"Mama does not know Kak Jojo, try to know," chirped Anta.
"Lho, Mama knows how mama understands her, Mama will follow social media she continues to know all her biodata," said Mama Dewi began to be upset.
"I mean Anta Kak Jojo's original character, she's kan—"
"He's what, he's what? Don't try to demonize a dead person!" mom Ancam Goddess.
"Hmmm... Who wants to vilify anyway?" ketus Anta answered while putting a tissue container into the trash can.
"Why is that Jojo, Nta? He's not that good boy? The feeling that Aunt met him, he looked cool," Tasya said.
"Yes, if in front of other people, he's a cool guy, if the original is mah..."
Anta laughed giggling.
"What the hell do you mean?" tanya Dewi turned her head towards Tasya and Anta alternately.
"I know, I mean like Aunt Merry's sister in the salon across from my school, right?"
The king imitated the man-style gleaming street in the salon called Merry.
"No way! Jojo I can't be like that!"
Aunt Dewi insisted while getting up from the chair while leaving her waist.
"Eat him acquaintances, uh brief who knows Anta can call Kak Jo here," said Anta.
"meaning? Jojo?" ask Goddess.
"Yes, he was hanging out at school" Anta said.
"Huh? Don't be that, if you meet the fans just as haunted as you don't want to, don't want ah!" sahut Goddess.
Anta and the others immediately laughed.
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Anan takes a busway to the traditional market. All eyes were on the handsome face of the man wearing the baseball cap. White shirts with blue box shirt exterior coupled with gray jeans make it look more cool.
Anan looked at the sleeping woman. He smiled when he found Dita sitting in the seat on the bus alone. The woman's head fell to her right shoulder without a backrest because it was too slick. The man decided to sit next to her.
"Reviews are very yes, until it does not feel, too," Anan muttered with a small laugh.
He put Dita's head on his shoulder. However, the man's touch instead made the woman beside him wake up.
Plaque!
"Heh, don't macem-macem me!" threaten Dita after giving a poignant slap on Anan's cheek at that time.
"Duh, I'm sitting here, the intention is to give you a shoulder to sleep on" Anan complained as he rubbed his cheek.
"Eh, you turned out, why the hell hold my head?" ask Dita.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, is this Mas brazen as Ma'am?"
Officers on the bus approached Dita and asked about the incident.
"No, I'm not insolent" Anan replied firmly.
He also looked at Dita with a gaze full of requests so as not to be blamed.
"No, Mom, just misunderstood."
He gave a smile to the officer. The officer returned to his place.
"No, what did I say?" ask Dita.
"Say what?"
Anan scrunched his forehead and still rubbed his cheeks.
"Eh, don't dong! Yes, thank you Dita is beautiful..."
Dita gasped to hear Anan's words just now. His face seemed to be getting together when he heard the beautiful word from the man beside him.
The two got up together when the bus stopped at the Pasar Seru Stop stop.
"You're coming down here?" ask Dita.
"Well, you want to come down here too?" ask Anan.
Dita nodded her head and the two went down together.
In the exciting market it is holding a bazaar of local food and traditional goods. There are also many traders who peddle traditional food and also ornamental knickknacks and local custom clothing.
Suddenly, Dita immediately lowered her head and squeezed Anan's hand out of fear at the sighting she had just seen. A bald-headed child was twitching on the back of a middle-aged man who was walking with a bow. The man walked in front of the two.
"Nan, what is it?" dita whisky.
"It's like tuyul deh," said Anan.
"The father brought tuyul here?"
"Ask the same father!" sahut Anan.
Plaque!
Dita's punch this time right landed on Anan's shoulder.
"Duh, it hurts so bad, it used to be coolies, huh?" ledek Anan's.
The bald-headed boy who was in the sling turned towards Dita and Anan. The boy had a pale face and black eyes like panda eyes. He also does not wear only subordinate clothes like baby diapers in general.
"Nan.." whispered Dita squeezed Anan's hand and hid behind the man's back.
"So calm, don't look!" whispered Anan.
"Duh, face there deck, do not face here," whispered Dita pointing the little boy to face the other direction.
The ghost of the little boy even glared, he then showed his tongue that stuck out long and laughed grinningly.
"Ih, get sucked up again!" exclaim Anan.
The man carrying the ghost of the little boy turned to Anan.
"You talking to me?" tanyanya pointed at herself.
"No, sir, tell her the same thing" Anan told a lie pointing at Dita.
The man then stepped away.
"Nan, I want to buy this beaded bracelet, very funny, you if you want to go first yes there, but if you can do it together," said Dita released Anan's hand later.
"Hmmm.yeah I've been waiting for you, a fad too if alone here," said Anan.
"What are you here to buy?" ask Dita.
"I want to find a gift for Grandma, tomorrow is her birthday, she wants a batik cloth," replied Anan.
"Hmmm... I want to meet you later I help find the right gift for your Grandma," said Dita.
"Alah, say I'm afraid to meet a ghost, so ask for management," said Anan.
"Hehehe.it's tempe."
"Know! Start to crunch!"
Anan laughed a little at Dita. Wanuta was fascinated to see Anan's smile at that time. Though Dita has put her heart on the figure of Mr. Herdi since working in the same school.
Suddenly, someone hit Anan's back by accident.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," said the girl.
"What are you doing here?" ask Anan.
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