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This morning, I was sitting on my favorite motorbike, located in the market parking lot of Berjo village. The market here is fairly crowded, even almost as busy as the market in the sub-district. That's why, perhaps, this market is about to be moved. Or even removed. And I don't know what causes it. Who cares?

Actually, I really don't want to go to the market. If it wasn't for the mother who kept forcing me to deliver. Because she said, if there is my sister, Rianti, the mother is always accompanied by her favorite daughter. Speaking of Rianti, the naughty girl seems to really feel at home in Jakarta. Even though the father and mother had sent news several times and ordered them to return to their village, they were ignored. You'll see when I get home, I'll make her cry because it's been bothering her older brother.

"Look at that beautiful woman, Arni ..." I heard the greengrocers talking faintly. And the conversation mentioned the name of someone I know, Arni. "Yesterday she said she got a flower, and it was kept nicely in her room. I'm sure it was from Muri, seeing how happy her face was."

I furrowed my brow, flower? Are those flowers from me? Or, was it true that Muri had given her another flower?

"Uh... do you know where did you come from when Arni got a flower? Things like this, how come, you just know. This, right, is a household matter. It's their business," now another replied.

The big woman laughed, waving the kale she was holding.

"After all, I already consider Arni my own daughter, after all, Tun. So no matter how small the things that make her happy, I always want to know. I know from Ningrum, that in her mother's room there is a flower placed in a glass. may touch the flower. They say it is a precious man's flower, who else but her husband, after all?" bright spirit. And for some reason, I just smiled. Because I know, it's a gift from me.

"Thank God they're getting along and Muri is on good terms with Arni. It's really a pity for the poor woman. But, Pi, haven't you heard the news?"

"What news, anyway, Nah?" asked the old woman curiously, to be honest, I was the same. Curious too.

"It is reported that Arni is playing with fire behind Muri, Pi. And what is even more disturbing is that the man is an influential person in this village."

My breath seemed to stop hearing the news. Honestly, even though they didn't mention my name. But, I feel too. And somehow it happened.