Shackles of Love, Mr. Duda
Nasya Andira

Bruk!

A girl who had just come home from her school, now just threw her bag over the bed. He immediately entered the bathroom to change his clothes and was about to go to work.

Nasya Andira, a sweet girl with long hair, dark skinned but so sweet with dimples that adorn her cheeks. At the age of just entering the number eighteen years, Nasya or sometimes also commonly called by the name Dira. Must be able to divide his time, to attend school and also work.

Nasya became an orphan since he was in the third grade of Junior High. Luckily, he was very clever, so the teacher wanted to help take care of a scholarship for him to continue high school. However, even though Nasya got a scholarship, he still needed various school supplies, food and also bought clothes. He is a good boy and likes to help, so people do not hesitate to give work for him. Since the time her mother was in an accident a few years ago, she has started working in a food stall. Until now, he was so comfortable working while attending school.

The owner of the food stall was none other than a middle-aged woman who was quite old, yet she still wanted to open her food stall. In fact, when viewed from the house and property of the woman is not a poor person. It's just that, because the stall was standing since his parents were still there, so that now until he had a grandson he still wanted to open his stall.

“Assalamualaikum, Olin,” greeting Nasya when he just arrived at the food stall.

“Waalaikumsalam, Yes. You've gone home?” his question was friendly and immediately put a knife in his hand then approached Nasya.

Olin, that woman's name is Linda. He has entered seventy years. He has two grandchildren who are so handsome and beautiful, maybe six or seven years old. However, the woman was reluctant to be called Grandma let alone eyed. Until finally the woman asked her grandson to call the name Olin, which stands for Oma Linda.

“Already,” replied Nasya directly come sit next to Olin, “Where is Abay? How come there's no?” ask her again by circling her surroundings.

“Abay again anter food, there was someone in the front apartment asking for delivery,” replied Olin who was only replied Oh ria by Nasya.

Usually, if Nasya has arrived at the stall, then Olin will return home soon. However, for some reason today, Olin seemed to deliberately linger long in the stall, as if there was something he was waiting for. Nasya did not want to interfere, he also chose to immediately make an order so that if Abay came later he could directly deliver it to the buyer.

Although small and located in an alley, but the stall is quite famous. And because it does not have many chairs let alone a parking lot, so many choose to order delivery, and it makes it easier for Nasha not to be too tired to wash dishes, her mind.

“Huhh, tired of it!” nasya said while stretching her muscle muscles that felt a little stiff, because today she has a lot of orders.

“Capek is so tired, what is tired?” goda Abay who had been out since when was behind Nasya and enjoyed a bottle of cold drink.