Hatori Imas
Tony's attitude

"Gold, please Mother, buy 500 terasi equal 1000 onion." My mother gave me 5000 rupiah.

"Less, ma'am." I said, holding my hand to my mother.

"Ehh... Is a child willing to learn corruption?" My mom shook my head with her vegetable pitcher.

"Ouch... Imas also want to snack oruh, Mom." I answered while grimacing in pain and holding my head.

"Later on, now dumplings buy Mom the same terasi onion." My mother went back into the kitchen leaving me still scratching my head.

With my head still a little sore, I rushed to the nearest store to buy the terasi and onion at my mother's request. While walking, I took a deep breath and tried to remember my mother's order.

Arriving at the store, I searched for a shelf where the terraces were usually placed. After a bit of searching, I finally found the solution I needed. I took out a tiled pack weighing 500 grams and checked the price. Gladly, the price is in accordance with the money you give.

Next, I headed for the onion section. I chose ten red onions that looked fresh and of good quality. I checked the weight again and it turned out to be 1000 grams. Just like terasi, the price also matched the amount of money I had in my hands.

I paid for my groceries at the cashier and received back enough change.

"Bu Tati, the real style now use the cash register all." I teased Tati's mom.

"Hahaha.following the progress of the age oruh, Imas." The answer is very friendly.

With a relieved heart, I returned home with the terasi and onion purchased. However, in the middle of the road I was confronted by Tony the village thug. He's circling me like a cowboy biting grass on his teeth.

"Gold, when do you want to go with Tony?" Ask him while continuing to twist around my body.

"When do you forget Emas." My answer is short and cynical.

"Don't jutek that way!" Tony spoke in a slightly pushy tone.

"Ton, you know what this is?" I pointed a packet of shallots at his face.

"Tau, the onion." Tony answered and was a little confused.

"If I peel and I stick it on your face, how does it feel?" I started threatening Tony back then.

"Yaaa. poignant atuh, Imas." He answered frowning and kept his head away from my onion.

"Meaning, Watch! Don't block the Imas road!" I said annoyed, and then I walked over and hit Tony right in front of me.

Far away Tony yelled in annoyance, "Our review, Imas. nyesel for life maneh, reject Tony the most handsome young man in this village." His word.

Arriving at home, I handed the terasi and onion to mother. Mom smiled at the groceries I was carrying.

"Thank you, Imas. All right, I'll buy you some snacks next time," said the mother, taking the rice terrace and onion from my hand.

I smiled and thanked my mother. Although there was a bit of a funny incident earlier, I felt good to be able to help mom and fulfill her request.

"You're why, Imas. How do you look like a sprain?" Mom asked after seeing me pouting in front of the TV.

"Si Tony, Mommy. The temptation of Imas continues." Answer me with a grumbling tone.

Mother heard my complaint about Tony and nodded with understanding.

"Don't think too much, Imas. Sometimes people like Tony are just looking for attention. You just need to stay calm and avoid it wisely" said the mother patiently.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied with a sigh of relief. "I'm gonna try to cram the eel in Tony's mouth."

Mom laughed out loud listening to my words. We both sat in the living room, enjoying the quiet atmosphere while watching our favorite television show.

Not long after, a male voice called my name behind the door.

"Gold, Imas, Assalamualaikum... Garnish."

When I opened the door, I saw Tony kneeling at the door with both hands extended forward holding a bunch of frangipani flowers.

"You healthy, Tony? You think Imas tea is dead?" I said a little bit.

"Well, why, Imas?" Tony asked confused.

"Cambodia, the graveyard flower!" My words are getting louder.

"I'm sorry, Tony doesn't know. Tony just brought the flowers Tony saw.

Looking at Tony who looked confused and confused, I decided to relax a little tension in the voice.

"Sorry, Tony. I'm surprised to see you bring frangipani flowers. Usually, the flower is often used to decorate the grave," I explained.

Tony nodded in understanding as he looked at the frangipani flowers he still held tightly. His face looked clear, as if asking for understanding.

"I didn't really mean to offend you, Tony. However, frangipani flowers are usually associated with death. Maybe next time, you can choose another flower that is more fun," I continued with.

Tony seemed to understand my explanation. He stared at the frangipani flower in his hand for a moment, then slowly placed it in front of my door.

Suddenly, my mother appeared from behind, looking at the two of us with a look of astonishment. "What's with frangipani flowers on the doorstep?"

We both explained to mom about the incident, and I could only laugh at the funny situation.

"Alright, Tony. We understand your good intentions. I'll keep this flower inside the house and appreciate it" she said, taking the frangipani flowers and bringing them into the house.

Tony left with an ugly smile. He waved his hand and gave me a kiss bye. I who saw that became disgusted and replied with a vomiting gesture. "Weeeeekkk."

After Tony left with his less than pleasant smile, I couldn't help but laugh. It feels funny to see his behavior tends to be tacky. Although I was initially disgusted by the gesture he showed, but now I can only think of it as Tony's typical behavior.

I went back inside the house and kept smiling to myself. Mother who saw the incident from the window, looked at me with a curious expression.

"What's up, Imas? Why do you look so happy?" ask mom while walking closer to me.

I explained cheerfully the story of what had just happened to Tony outside the house. Mom chuckles at it and shakes her head.

"Tony does have a unique personality, Imas. But, behind his tacky attitude, maybe he just wants you to feel comfortable with his presence," said the mother wisely.

I nodded in agreement, understanding what mother said. Perhaps the rigid and odd way is Tony's attempt to make me smile or comfort me.

"I'm going to try to be more open, Mom, and not be too quick to judge someone by their looks" I replied, realizing that Tony also might just want to be a good friend.

Mom smiled proudly. "That's a good attitude, Imas. Everyone has their own strengths and strengths. It is important for us to understand and accept the difference."

"But, Imas had hoped that the one who came was Usep not Tony." Answer's short.