CONFESSION STONED
136. A History

Two weeks ago, Boy came home trading sluggishly. At 10 p.m., his face looked grim.

“Lack of sales. Maybe his name is less shady,” said Boy when he threw himself in one of the plastic chairs in front of Tini's room.

“What do you look like?” ask Mama Robin.

“Burn Boy Bread,” Suhut Boy.

“There is a name for it. Great brand. Try to replace with Dang adong naso tarpatupa ni Debata,” Mak Robin advice with a serious face.

“That means?” asked Boy with a frowning forehead. His face looks so relaxed.

“Nothing is impossible for God.” Mak Robin smiled with satisfaction and laughter.

“Ah extension! Close the glass steling all that time! Don't you make 4 bytes?” sergeant Tini flicked his hand. “Do not! Only mamak this Robin only knows what it means.”

“Back you la Tini!” mak Robin from his chair.

“Hmmm..” Tini thought silently and her face looked serious.

“Mbak Tini never serious, once serious kok nyeremin.” Asti slightly moved her seat away from Tini.

“Braven child,” umpat Tini looks at Asti cynically.

“Baked bread Purple Delight,” Asti said looking at Boy.

“Halah, who bought did not understand the moves! Difficult nempel in the brain of people,” said Tini.

“So what?” ask Boy. “I want something different,” he added again.

“Wis, Catch a stack. Wis it's aja.” Tini let out a sigh of satisfaction looking at all her friends.

“Keren Tin! People must have gone straight toinget,” Boy said with an excited face.

“Wrap with brain contents Mbak Tini,” Asti said.

“Salut because there is no content?” ask Robin with a laugh.

“Matau!” maki Tini then laughed. Asti and Boy laughed.

And that night became a history of the name Bakar Bread SEEMPUK A STACK was created.

The car stopped at the side of the highway. It was like forgetting she was pregnant. As soon as the coals shut down the engine, the Sejahide directly opened the door and jumped out. He waved at Tini.

“Suketiiii...!” scream Sejahted.

“Astachaa...” The bearded embers patted his chest. He hurriedly taught the steps of the Sejah. “Pelan-pelan Sejah.” reprimand Bara holding the Sejah who almost ran.

“Iya Mas The colonized slowed his pace and stupefied looking at her husband. He then hooked one hand to Bara's arm.

“Sini—sini sit here.” Tini thrusting a plastic chair with a backrest on the Sejah. “Mas squatting under aja,” said Tini giggled.

“Awas ya Suketi..” Nagging Bara took a plastic bench without a backrest stacked near the steling.

“The boy hasn't come yet?” tanya Sejah's.

“Not yet. Maybe in a minute. Already from the morning help trade in one more branch.”

“Keren ya si Boy,” says Sejah.

“Lumayan Jah, if Boy is rich I want to ask him to review the same orientation. The name is repeated. Don't call it Boy (boy). Man named (man) only. Suparman, Sukirman, that is.... Who knows he wants to be with me,” said Tini.

“Suketi. Don't talk to anyone.” scold Bara.

“Mas-mu is brought anyway Jah?” Tini sneered at Bara who was looking at her phone.

Sejah laughed then turned to Bara who was sitting on his left with a taller plastic stool. She then hugged her husband's thigh with one hand and placed her cheek there. His gaze toward Tini who was turning their back against the buyer. He moved his phone to his left hand. His right hand rubbed his cheek and confirmed the location of the woman's hair.

“Many chocolate jams yes Ma'am... Lots of cheese too,” pinta buyer.

“I cash according to Mbak portion,” Tini said.

“Tickly, the buyer is king you know.” said the buyer earlier.

“There is no king. This is a republic, there is no king. If you want to be king, go to the forest. Same rival lion.” Tini continued to wrap the bread casually.

The buyer was pouting, but did not dare to protest. “Do not use plastic. I brought a shopping bag. Plastic is polluting. Cannot be parsed until 100 years,” said the buyer earlier.

“Nah, here's the bag!” pinta Tini thrusts the bread that has been put in a white box with yellow stickers. “Good if bring your own bag. Si Boy save. 100 more years we're already in fashion. Not perfect to think of plastic because we have decomposed first.” Tini thrust her support at the grimacing buyer looking at her.

“Boy not wrong ask him to keep trading?” lirih Bara on Colored.

“I denger yaaaa..” Sergah Tini then turned around and sat back down. “Kok kayaknya nice to see Colored sleep it on the thigh?” ratap Tini looked at the position of the same colonized.

“Yes already, there to the forest. Find the thigh of the king,” Bara said chuckled.

“Mas-mu is long time ago ngeselin ya Jah..” said Tini squinted her eyes at Bara. “That's Asti!” exciting Tini.

“Where are you from? How about your own dad? The door to your room I saw closed from morning,” said Tini pushing a plastic stool towards Asti.

“I slept Mbak,” Asti replied kalem.

“Mas Bayu again go the same mas Heru. I told you to come here. I also said Mbak Seized and Mas Bara here. Said he'd stop by toast.” Asti sat down and put his bag on his lap.

“Ah you are a real...my clothes are like gini someone with a sidecar to stop by.” Tini saw the look of her wearing knee-length leggings and a t-shirt that closed up her buttocks. “Where to wear flip-flops..” Mumbles Tini again.

“So what to wear? Rubber boots?” tanya Dijah laughs at the thought of Tini wearing the rubber boots she used to scavenge trash first. Seized until it straightened itself and continued its laughter until it choked.

“Ehem!” Bara cleared his throat rubbing his wife's back.

“Tin! Whereabouts? How not to start promoting?” shouted Boy who just got off the ojek that stopped by the side of the road. He took out a 10-thousand note and handed it to the driver.

“I'm waiting for you Boy! I don't want to look crazy alone.”

“Udah from earlier though..” omit Bara again. Sejah giggled amusedly.

“I denger yaaaa..” sergeant Tini again still cast a cynical look.

“Yes I started it first. There is a branch that guards, employees from here. The one here while I'm the one guarding. Save labor.” Boy turned on the speaker and tapped on the mic.

“Cek—cek. Tini tried—did try first left later,” said Boy with his mic.

“Campret! I'll burn your wagon later,” maki Tini.

“Cek—cek, don't burn. Bread toast a pile. Don't miss the promotion today. Buy one get one, buy two get two, buy three dap—”

“That keeps my sentence until the bread of a cart abis!” sergeant Tini snatched the mic then sat on a plastic bench.

“Welcome I made yes, for a snack here. Later if I want to go home, I bring it to Dul. You can eat, right?” Boy turned his head towards Dijah who was now leaning against her husband's arm.

Sejah nodded. Boy immediately stood facing the grill making toast for his friends.

“Which Robin master?” ask Colored to Asti.

“Mak Robin again goes by her husband. The rented house. Said Robin's father was about to get a project in town. They want to contract a house. The costs are getting quieter.” Asti pouted looking at the Sejah.

“Still no Tini. He'll be a legend in the chicken coop.” Sejah looked towards Tini who was breathing was about to speak on the mic. He snorted looking at the Sejah then began to promote.

“Bread Burns A Pile that will not be forgotten since the first bite. Immediately do not go home!” tini shouted using the mic while looking at Bara.

“Suketiiiiiii..” Bara reprimand.

“There was a shindered turned out! Let's enliven! Today's promotions, drawstring or straight pieces are the same price. Buy now, bonus plastic bag!” Tini started playing remix music at medium volume.

Colored still leaning on Bara's arm and giggling at Tini who was sitting casually continued to babble with her mic.

“Make Mas who wear blue clothes, must try a stack to know the soft. Chocolate and cheese are the best-selling here. Comeing! Majalengka rocked!” tini shouted still with the music remix.

“Liat mas blue shirt promotion has not focused!” hiss Bara looked at Tini who judged the basket eyes inconsistent. A few moments ago the wrong behavior when calling the word floating. Now the woman threw a mischievous smile gaze towards the blue-clothed man who was turning on his motorbike.

“Jah!” call Tini giggling. He intended to show Dijah about the man in the blue shirt.

Bara closed his wife's ears quickly. “Sana—sana real promotion. Don't poison my wife's ears.” Sejah laughed looking at Tini who snorted and pointed the mic at Bara.

“Ayo—ayo... Bread Burn Seempuk Set, want a beveled piece or a cut—”

“Itu Mas Bayu... uh Mas Heru so come!” pekik Asti pointed at the two men wearing casual suits that Sunday afternoon.

Bara turned her head because Asti said just now. The remix music is still playing from the speakers. Tini was half flabbergasted but continued her words.

“Pieces—pieces... 20 Per cent off for kids clothes on second floor only today!” shout Tini with mic.

“Kok so kayak MC department store?!” Boy took the mic from Tini's hand. Seeing two people approaching his wagon, Boy turned his head. “Pantes, engine error. Mas Heru dateng,” said Boy turned off the mic and speaker.

Tini sits upright tidying up her sitting position. His two hands lay neatly on his lap like a bride would do a flush.

“Usaha New Boy?” tanya Heru walked to the front of the wagon to see his name.

“Iya Mas, today I'm kasi free all. Introductions. Tomorrow-tomorrow buy yes..” said Boy cheerfully then back burn new bread on the toaster.

“Boy has a rich mentality. Although not yet rich, mental kayak Boy is important. Sharing. The rich are many, but not all of them have a mental share.” Tini began to take out her advice while glancing at Heru from behind the glass steling.

“Ra!” call Heru who again walks behind the steling approaching Bara.

“What?” Bara looked up and was suspicious because he saw Heru smiling.

“Check a stack of Ra his name... I like my mind.” Heru laughed while punching slowly Bara's shoulder.

“My mind has been from earlier Mas,” said Bara smiled knot trying hard to hold back his laughter. The colonized glanced at Bara who seemed to have been holding back the conversation.

The To Be Continued.....

It turns out that Kang Mas's mind is also not much different from XD