Maya Adisti
That Man
I walked up to the man who looked busy choosing a shirt that was hung, from the way he chose it already looks he will not buy. The tall, burly man with white skin stood sideways, his sideburns and thickened mustache adorning his firm jaw. Looks like a two-child widower.
Surprisingly the man's appearance made me feel like I was seeing a cool bollywood actor. I don't know, maybe because his face is very distinctive like the Indians I often watch. Just this time I met the visuals of Indian films in the world. I wanted to scream with excitement because the handsome man was looking for me.
My God, have you sent Ranbir Kapoor to me?.
But, seeing the look of his haughty and indifferent face made the sense of pleasure in my heart crumble. He's the guy I gave coffee to at the cafe. Is he angry?
"Can I help you sir?" my many.
The man turned his head, I could clearly see his good looks even though his appearance looked messy. The shirt he was wearing was wet, it looked like he was raining all the way here. Her hair began to lengthen and curls dripped water onto her shoulders which were plane. Oh, my God, that's so cool.
"What's your name?" tanyakanya.
"May, Maya Adisti".
"I don't care what your full name is and don't ask. How much is coffee?"
"Twenty-five thousand" I answered. This man is formal and serious.
The man took out his wallet and grabbed one hundred thousand pieces. My guess is right, he's here to return what I've given.
"I gave it away for free sir, it doesn't need to be returned" I said.
"I don't want that coffee because we're back to meeting and dealing. Debt always makes things long" he replied. He didn't see me at all. His eyes seemed to be deliberately focused in the other direction.
"What if you buy something here, then I consider it even?" bargained.
Yes, seeing an opportunity like this my market soul thrashed. I saw Nia and A the Great watching me from afar. The man snorted in annoyance. He picked up a few original shirts and looked at their size.
I wrote a navy t-shirt hanging beside me and flipped through it at a glance.
"Search what size sir?" my many.
"XXL" he answered briefly.
I checked the size attached to the shirt I was holding was appropriate.
"What about this?" I showed you the shirt I was holding. The man looked up and nodded quickly.
I walked over to the Cashier's desk and handed the T-shirt to Nia.
"Wrap," I said.
Nia said, immediately she scanned the barcode and I stood by her.
"85,000 rupiah" Nia said, inserting it into a plastic bag. The man kept the hundred thousand he held at the table and grabbed a plastic bag from Nia's hand.
"Take the change." The man turned and walked out.
"Thank you! Come back here!" my yelling.
Nia nudged my stomach hard.
"Sick Nia!" my protest.
"To the guest is polite."
"Sopan. I'm just saying thank you" I replied.
"Beautiful, right ? I also didn't know I'd met at the cafe, because he was daydreaming I'd give him coffee" I explained.
"Often it's like May. Let's get our store up for sale." A Great chiming.
"So pay for the coffee with Aa money. Give the money to me. I'll be ready for action" I replied.
"Damn it!" aspersons A Agung.
"Emang Si May this is ouch! There-there are you. Why buy coffee for foreigners? It's not clear Si May, '" Nia protested.
"What's important is closing, right?" I chuckle.
"Closing, but not Maya!" sergeant A Agung.
I laugh. My eyes look outside. It still rained there. I remember the man coming out and not carrying an umbrella. I shook my head to erase the memory of the man earlier.
***
This morning I was getting ready, putting a few pieces of clothing into a medium-sized backpack. Several times I have daydreamed, was this the right decision?
I'm afraid something might happen that I don't want to do, but if I refuse I need the money even though I don't know how much I'm going to get. Ah, I'm sorry your son has this twitching eye.
Opportunity doesn't come twice. Pretty money I can use to pay SPP or mother's business capital.
Me and Mom were just two. My mother worked as an employee in a government office. Although only a regional office and does not have a high position but the salary of the mother can be used to finance my college, while for daily needs such as eating, soap and others are borne by me.
It's been going on for three years, my father got sick and died two years ago. Fortunately A Agung my friend, not more precisely my sister-level in college is very good. He offered me a job as a clerk at the distro he owned.
Fortunately A Agung never protested with my college schedule. He released me at any hour. Whether it was morning, noon or night, because at that time the shop was still pioneering. Now my arrival to the distro has become more intense because there are no more courses. I just need to finish the script.
Come to think of it, my life is a little bit lucky. Ah Jesus. I really hope to graduate quickly so I can focus on finding a better job. I could not bear to see the condition of my mother who was starting to age had to continue working, after all three more years my mother retired.
Suddenly mother approached me, she already looks neat wearing a simple dress. Doesn't look tacky, nor does it look splashy. He sits next to me.
"May, if later Mega asks what you want to never incriminate it. Never mention what you want. Never ask" said the mother.
"Why? Didn't mom say they'd give me everything I wanted?" my many.
"Yes, but actually mom just wants to help them as friends. I don't want to take advantage of them."
I took a long breath. It turns out that not yet negotiated with them mother instead gave an ultimatum first. Not according to expectations.
"Do you understand May?" ask mom to make sure.
"Yes ma'am" I replied lazily.
When I was done with all the preparations, I put on my jeans and helmet, keeping all the luggage at the end of the terrace. I rode my bike, my bag and my mom's bag were on my feet. I saw Mom lock the door.
"Don't speed, yes" the mother warned.
I didn't answer. I handed over the helmet I was holding to my mother and turned on the engine. Mom also went up in the back seat. Slowly, I run my bike out of the yard. Break through the streets that are starting to get crowded.
Throughout the journey my feelings were uncertain. There's a worry that's smuggling in for some reason. Actually playing a role is not difficult for me, college in literature majors make me have to play a role in a theater performance several times.
But it feels different, the stage is certainly different from the stage of staging. Oh my God, please help me.
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