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"Tempe's fried too!" shouted grandmother Marisah again. She smiled again and then walked over, sitting in front of me reluctantly. "Holly GOD, it's true that skipper Arjuna came here, you know. My shop sells out later. What's wrong?" She asked curiously.

"Nothing, Grandma. Just stopped by for shelter," I answered simply.

Grandmother Marisah smiled again even though I didn't understand which part of my answer seemed funny.

"Not much different..." she said again. "From his father."

I don't understand at all which priest he means. But, I didn't mean to ask her. I just ignored her while enjoying the light rain while rocking my mother's words about marriage.

The beautiful woman threatened, that if when she comes back here, I haven't found a future wife yet, then she and Romo will set me up. Given, Rianti's age is more than established for marriage. Meanwhile, according to belief, it is not good for younger siblings to step over older siblings when they get married. Moreover, sister.

In fact, I think it makes absolutely no sense and is very funny. What is the connection between a younger sister getting married first from the stupid myths that are believed to be? After all, if Rianti married before me, sooner or later I will definitely get married too. it's impossible, after all, for a handsome skipper like me to not sell.

"Coffee, sticky rice, and pray for it, uncle, skipper. Please,"

I glared at who was serving my order. Apparently, it was that filthy and disgusting woman who bumped into me earlier. Damn I'm right. How can you come to a shop with a disgusting maker like this?

I was silent waiting for the rain to stop, watching Uncle Junet enjoy the dish voraciously. Whereas in my eyes, the dish is the same as cow dung on the table. Absolutely disgusting to eat.

"Why, you don't eat, Juna?" asked Uncle Junet who seemed to have just realized that I wasn't eating.

"The rain has stopped, uncle has also finished drinking coffee while eating his sticky rice. We're going home," I said ignoring his question. "Marisah grandmother, how much is the total?" I asked Mbah Marisyah, who seemed busy cleaning the front couch.

She rushed in, before her muttering mouth could make a sound, she looked at the table in front of me.

"Why, why is it still intact, skipper? Didn't eat it, after all, the sticky rice, coffee, and fried tempeh? It's delicious, you know," she said, trying to cover up her disappointment.

"Sorry, granny, I have no appetite. Eating made by people who look shabby," I said. The disgusting woman looked surprised to hear what I said, but who cares about that? "Here's the money, more for grandma Marisah ."

I immediately came out of Marisah's grandmother's shop, followed by Junet's uncle who was half running around. The road after the rain is quite slippery. Especially in a place close to a tea garden. not be careful, slipping is a definite answer.

"Your mouth, you know, Juna... sharp as a sickle."

I was silent when Uncle Junet teased me. I don't feel like that. I'm just saying what I really think. I don't want to be a hypocrite. Just that.

***

In the morning, grandmother Romelah was at my house. It's true that she was here in the morning. In fact, uncle Junet hasn't even come to just bathe the bekoko--his favorite chicken, which is said to bring sustenance. Yes, Romelah grandmother did not want to come live with me. She said she felt comfortable living in her old hut. In fact, I intend to renovate the hut. But Romelah's grandmother didn't want to. She said she has a lot of memories with my grandmother--my mother's mother, my grandmother's mother, and also my mother. And she didn't want the place of those memories to change.

"Descendant of Lord Nathan, you!" suddenly angry. While hitting my back with her flip-flops.

"What's the matter, granny? Come and hit people. I was wrong, what, anyway?" I was confused. Yes, I really don't understand why my father's grandmother hit me. Moreover, bring up Nathan's father's name.

"That mouth of yours, you know, if you don't hurt someone just once, does it itch? Don't you need to sew the mattress with stitches to keep it quiet?"

I exhaled while ignoring her. She still looked disapproved. I sat grabbing the newspaper this morning. While I sip Marni's coffee.

"If your parents talk to you, please listen to them, after all!" irritated.

"Since earlier, Juna has been listening carefully, Grandma. Juna's ears are not tired," I said. She glared even more.

"You kid doesn't know how to profit! Coming home from Jambi is so sweet like his father--Master Adrian, now it looks like this."

"There's nothing wrong with being honest, Grandma. Be honest with yourself and others. That's all," I answered, which for some reason, I don't feel welcome if someone says I'm not like my father, Adrian's father.

"Then why did you say that rudely to Arni? You know, Juna... because of your words, she has now stopped working at Marisah's grandmother's house. And Marisah's grandmother's shop was empty. She cried when she met me yesterday."

"Marisah grandmother?" I asked.

"No, Mojo's goat!" excited. And it managed to make me laugh. "Don't laugh! Your grandmother is still angry, you know."

"Yes... yes, my beautiful grandmother is still angry." I said.

Romelah's grandmother seemed to sigh. Then she drank the jug of water that was on the table beside my coffee.

"Her name is Arni, she's not a slum woman, she's disgusting ..." She began to tell the story. I was silent, half listening. To me, the newspaper at hand is more important than the story about an insignificant woman. "She's a newcomer here. Reportedly, Arni was forced to marry Muri only because Muri is the son of a rich person. Maybe Arni's parents thought that by marrying their child to a rich person, Arni's life would be better. happened at all," father's grandmother looked serious, it made me uncomfortable to ignore her too. Finally, I closed my newspaper and listened carefully.