Sam
Small pebbles

No longer ignoring the doubts of Nada. Sam prefers to be quiet and busy himself. Until about eight p.m., the new welder finished and thanked him afterwards.

That very night Sam immediately rushed to Wahid's house to talk about serious problems there. Until there, there are already paklik Kusno and Bulik Siti also who have gathered in the middle room. The brother of his father was sitting on the sofa, at odds with each other's partners.

Saying greetings and greeting one by one the father's brother, Sam quickly sat down after making small talk and apologized for coming too late.

"The shop's ready to open, Sam?"

The first question after Wahid completed his fun activities, sipping the tobacco twine.

"God willing, next week, sirde," replied Sam. "Not yet employees," he continued grimacing in order to realize his boredom for that one point. So busy and the number of jobs in Wahid workshop he forgot to look for employees. There's no way he's a technician himself, right?

"Bus ... Sam, many thoughts become unfocused, right," said Bulik Siti with a look of pity.

"Bring Adit or Dimas in the Pakde workshop. Provided not Agus," said Wahid made Sam raise his head, staring fully at Wahid. Feel bad.

"Ep... Isn't it a hassle, Pakde?"

Wahid narrowed not intending to answer while grinding a cigarette on a uniquely shaped ashtray on the table.

"It's not that you have friends who like to unload motorcycles, Sam. Love the info in the group, there will certainly be a lot of interest." Kusno spoke up.

Kusno's idea made Sam nod with a growing smile. "Yes, until I don't think about it."

"Already have. Now the matter of the workshop is running. Just discuss your proposal. More precisely fix your ambiguous proposal." Wahid sneered belittling Sam. "Wong ya still have parents, mbok ya in a good talk. Even play by yourself."

"Already, to, sir. We're here to fix it, it's not time to complain anymore." Luckily, Bude can stop her husband's voice from correcting the niece's mistake.

"What about your papa, Sam?" tanya Wahid deliberately provoked the honesty of Sam. They already knew that Rusno had not approved of Sam by his choice.

"Would marry me, sirde. Good bad my future wife has been considered. Papa still persuaded to think about his partner's son. But my intentions are already unanimous on my choice."

Rusno smiled faintly at Sam's overly serious countenance, without hesitation.

In his heart, Wahid will also install the body if his sister does not give blessing to Sam. He was well aware of the character of his sister. Behind the harsh nature of Rusno, Wahid could feel Rusno was not completely against Sam's intentions. Evident from the conversation over the phone before Sam came earlier, his sister was openly asking for help to help all the affairs of her son.

"What the hell, Nada, it's. bude so curious." Bude Nur tries to unravel the tension in Sam.

"Mbak Wulan has met him, Bude. has even had two nights rooming with Nada."

"Yes, Wulan had a story too. Just forgot the photo he said."

"Mom, I'm shopping tomorrow morning. Nothing is lacking, tho. As we discussed earlier. Nine o'clock straight to the house, yeah. Don't go to the market."

Finally, the serious conversation flowed until eleven p.m. From the shipment that will be brought, the procedure to adjust the custom in the village that Sam knew from Hardi some time ago.

Secretly, Sam often had telephone conversations with his future in-laws. Without the knowledge of Tone of course. On a pedecate appeal with his future wife, Sam prefers to approach Hardi. Because indeed Sam realized lately Nada was childish, making him more dizzy. Not to mention, he had to prepare a lot of excuses if Tiara was so blatantly attentive through the messages that the girl sent.

Following Paklik Kusno and Bulik Siti, Sam also said goodbye to Wahid and his wife.

"Sleeping at home, bullik, Mas." Take Siti to Sam who is wearing his jacket.

"Thank you, Bulik. Tomorrow Sam has to take care of this. I have to buy a ring again. As sir said, that was."

"Lha yes. You should definitely buy again. Where can you ask to change rings. Yes, consider yesterday as just a gift. That would be symbolic." Siti reminded me of the construction.

"If this is the case, you'll have to bother again, Sam. Are you going to buy?" timpal Kusno's.

Siti patted her husband's arm. "Sir, whose name wants to marry it must have been prepared. How to wear it, how to wear it."

Kusno looked at Sam full of probes. While Sam nodded slowly to convince his uncle.

"Yowes, come on, it's late at night" asked Siti as she grabbed a helmet to give to her husband.

The night is getting late. However, Sam's eyes did not close. His mind floated out of thought which part became his periority.

The rest of the money in his account is just how much. Less than ten million . It's all over for the contents of his new workshop. While the cash in his wallet was no more than seven sheets, all of them were with photos of two smiling proclamators.

In fact, the smile of two independence proclamators in the shards of money in his wallet could not transmit his smile to Sam.

Claiming to papa, it was obviously impossible for him to do. Sam is too anti with the papa who clearly still has not given his blessing. Still maintaining his advice over Tiara. No, that's what he always said.

If you complain to your mom, no. Sam didn't want to burden his mother. In fact, all parents will certainly accept with open arms if their children are in trouble, right?

That's Sam. Be strong by trying to stand alone.

If relying on salary money from Pakde's workshop, it was already expected for the next need. Especially if from the Nada party wants marriage at close range.

The contents of Sam's head are currently fulfilled by the details of the future costs. He just felt how many knickknacks he had to prepare.

"It turns out, getting married isn't as easy as I thought, '" she moans. With one hand, he stuck it in both eyes. Hope the drowsiness will soon lead him to dreamland. Forgetting the moment of fatigue that attacked him.

I don't know what the wind was early in the morning Sam got a message from BRI notif.

[Trx: deposit_deposit.

Account number 695001012655555 of Rp.5,000,000.00

Date: 2023-05-14 has been successful

Transaction ID: 2790400

Sam frowned to find his account increased by getting a number of transfers.

He immediately woke up and guessed from whom the nominal was so shocking. Until the sound of qiroah from his complex mosque brought Sam up from his bed wailing.

When passing through the kitchen, Sam first grabbed a whistled teapot and filled it with water to then put it on the fireplace. After that he took ablution and carried out the duties of his two raka'at.

A little longer Sam held his degree, expressing gratitude in the midst of the chaos of his head. Until the whistling sound of melodious hissing from the kitchen made Sam immediately complete his prayer.

After turning off the stove, Sam poured boiled water on the cup after previously he gave cereal powder. Just to stuff his stomach.

There was no intention of Sam cooking rice. Because as usual he will buy rice wrap and take it to the workshop.

Shower, clean up, then Sam leaves on his motorbike.

During his journey, Sam was still thinking about who the good-natured person filled his account with. Brushing aside his curiosity, there was a hint of a smile present on his face.

"Sometimes his help can come at any time. Even from unexpected directions."

Sam is grateful to this day. It is always a way out of every problem. The owner of his life is still generous with everything he has now. Remembering in the past he made a lot of clear sin records he knew. Even the great sin he felt until now.

Arriving at the workshop, there were already Pipin and Agus, who had apparently come earlier than him.

"Why hasn't it been opened?" sam asked Agus and Pipin.

"Ck, forgot, yeah, Mas. All the keys you brought all."

Pipin came closer to Sam who was scraping the contents of his bag. "Don't forget to put it again!"

Sam was frantically stirring up his bag. Then his face stiffened. Pipin's guess. He forgot where he put the key.

"Wow, signs, this," chirped Agus who began to guess from the look on Sam's face.

"Forgot, Pin. I put where, yes," muttered Sam while twitching his nose.

"Remember again, Mom!" Pipin is still trying to erase Sam's memory.

The three are still trying to find if Sam is used to put the flat object until the sound of Sam's phone makes the man slide the green button that moves slowly.

"Hallo, Yan." Sam's voice as soon as the call is connected.

"Yes Sam. Sorry, bother."

"It's really disturbing. Why the hell?" Sam's gloomy face was clear.

"You said thanks, make money last semester. Sorry I just got to turn around."

Sam frowned for a moment then slightly pulled the corner of his lips. "You transferred this morning. I almost forgot. Thank you very much, yes, Yan. Come at the right time." Sam gave the Code to Pipin and Agus to be patient for a while.

"Ck, it's so precarious to talk." Agus snorted while moving towards his motorbike. I want to find breakfast first. He took out Sam's motor, because it was closest to the door.

"I am the one who thanks. I've been busy lately, so I rarely come to the group. What's busy?" ask Royan start kepo. Sam picked up his phone. All the activities of his best friend. How thought.

"Anyways, I'll ask for help if you can't think, yes." Sam stood back up as soon as the bike was taken out by Agus.

"Ck, habit. If it has just run to us. Akmal nanyain from yesterday."

"Main is. It's easy to find me where." Sam approached Agus and Pipin who was laughing. Curious him.

"Whispering what's wrong?" royan's voice came back to Sam's ear.

"This is again looking for the workshop key. Forgetting to put it."

"Oh, best of all on the dashboard." Royan sneered along with Pipin who raised his hand high. Carrying the key that Sam had been looking for.

Then Sam became the months of Agus, and Pipin. In addition to the arrival of Dimas and PKL children.

"They're busy getting married all of a sudden senile, coy." Agus shook his head while sweeping the slightly dusty terrace. After the workshop door is perfectly open.

"Thankfully don't forget to wear pants, kang!" Dimas started on if the business bullies.

"Originally don't forget where the gun will be parked later." Agus grimaced as Sam swerved from within. "Salah himself made because," as usual Agus who was rewarded with a fist Sam complete with a bent face. Extremely turbid.

"Ojo at a distance (do not get seduced), Kang. If it's later, your salary won't be liquid." Dimas chuckled to see Agus's face dimming with his slurs. Salary matters should not be joked. Because life is not as bright as a joke.

Sam himself had no regard for it. Joking service team that has never been quiet all day, it becomes its own entertainment for him. He returned to his cell phone after a night of neglect. He was sure, there was currently no message from Nada. Given how he didn't try to persuade the girl. It even snapped at him. Even if it was unintentional.

Sam's right hand also deftly turned on the leptop and made sure it connected to the server and Pipin's work screen.

Waiting for the incoming email, Sam went back to looking for the picture and checked the description. Once he found the right picture, Sam smiled while glaring for a moment.

"May like," he murmured.

[Deck, sorry yesterday.]

[Sorry a little. I'm just a little dizzy.]

[Monday is a little afternoon. I'm going to your house again. Bring a friend, not alone anymore. I hope you're done tomorrow. Do not let, small pebbles like this so damage what is our goal in the future, Okay.]