Glass Bottle Sundari
Chapter 1

Some 1-liter glass bottles are filled with a clear liquid yellow turmeric. There is also a turbid yellow-white color with a Kencur aroma. Only one bottle was black. It must have been bitter.

Small boxes of various brands and various kinds of herbs are also neatly arranged on a small shelf hanging on the side of the wall to the left.

Sundari, the curly-haired woman was arranging bottles containing sinom on the table. That's where he'll serve his customers who come to drink herbal medicine.

She was grateful, her husband allowed to sell herbs in front of his tiny house, after previously he complained tired of going around peddling herbs. Moreover, he also still has to take care of his 2-year-old daughter.

"Mom, mimik nom..." Rime Rime his little princess.

"Oh, Rima wants to drink some sinom huh," Sundari grabbed Rima's small body into her sling. Pour the sinom into a small glass and then drink it into the little mouth of Rima.

"Son.nake..." Rima sneered while laughing. His legs and hands swayed merrily in his mother's arms. Sundari laughed to see it.

"Dec, the golds leave first." Her husband then took Rima to carry her. "Rima, so pinter's son huh. Can't be fussy if someone buys you."

"Yes.yes.yes..." Follow the boy with a funny mimic.

After being content to shower Rima with a kiss and make her laugh, Junab, Sundari's husband dropped off his daughter who immediately grabbed his toy and busy himself.

Junab approached his wife and kissed her forehead. A little while, making Sundari's cheeks flushed.

"Ish, already. If anyone sees you, it's shame." She pushed her husband's body away. Junab chuckled, then approached again to hug Sundari at a glance.

"Be careful at home. Don't be so angry with Rima, she's a kid. Don't forget the smile, it's the cheapest sodaqoh." The message is always the same every day. Sundari was not tired of hearing that.

"Every boss. Mas Junab was also careful at work. Keep his eyes, don't look right-left."

"Well, if you can't see the right-left danger dong. How's nabrak?" Cute with a funny mimic.

"Hahaha, that means don't look that can't be seen ah. Cute talking to you. There is an answer." He put on a pouty look.

Junab laughed at his wife's face. In the jawilnya Sundari nose lobe that is not how high it is.

"It's fine at home. If you are tired of rest. Don't push yourself too much. Rizky Alloh does not just come to people who work hard. Because He has guaranteed all His creatures. Both those who work or those who do not. Different is just a little bit. What good is a lot of wealth if the body is sick." Her husband's words grew longer.

"Yes, yes, my. Later mas late you know, by the way only." Sundari sewot.

"Yes already. Don't forget to lock the door when it's done. Praying at the beginning of time.." Junab again threw advice at his wife.

"Jeh maas..." Sundari pushed her husband's back to pass. Not because she didn't like it, but because she didn't want her husband to be late for work.

"Assalamualaik." Sundari grabbed her husband's hand and kissed him.

"Getishalight."

After she was sure her husband was gone. He rushed to the back to take ablution. His habit before opening his food stall is to pray dhuha 4 rokaat. Pulling the rizky rope carried by the angel Mikail in order to lower the sustenance in the sky, remove the one in the earth, bring the far closer, justify the haram, facilitate the difficult, and multiply the little.

With a bismillah, he slowly opened his stall.

"Ndar, rice with a bottle." Lek Nanik said as he placed his shopping basket in front of the table.

"Just come home from Lek's market?" Tanya Sundari grabbed a bottle of fast rice that Lek Nanik asked for.

"Yes, have you been to the market?"

"Lek Already. Any orders for Lek's box? How much to buy?"

"Yes. Alhamdulillahot. It's a lot of shopping." Lek Nanik Sumringah. Sundari laughed.

"Later lak loose to my house ya Ndar. Help cook."

"Yes, God willing. I said yes to Junab."

"Cah ayu. Jamu was sore, "Harno, one of the three men who suddenly sat in a chair. Jarwo, Nanang, and Harno. The driver of his watch subscription.

"Astaghfirullah's. Just ngagetin mas," said Sundari while holding his chest. Harno just laughed.

"Why is it bad?" Nanang Sahut. "You are strong, Ndar" he said.

"Here, you use the message of all powerful herbs. Limp or what?" Harno chuckled at Nanang's order.

"Originally the same mas, Jamu achy linu for people who are tired. Strong herbs are also for people who are tired." said Sundari mediate.

"Wakataka.... Right Ndar," Jarwo laughed out loud at Sundari's chatter.

"Beda Ndar" elak Nanang.

"Sama mas," Sundari sneered towards Nanang.

"Already, already... How can you make a fry with Ndar?" Jarwo looking for fried foods that are usually made Sundari accompany the sale of Mushroom.

"Ndak mas, it was to the market in bad luck. Krupuk that's aka loh mas."

"Walah Ndar's. Jarwo skinny you offered a cracker, fly it later the person," Nanang said as he patted Jarwo on the shoulder. They laughed at Nanang's words.

Sundari's already made them their order. They usually chat while waiting for passenger calls. He left to see his son Rima. The little boy fell asleep on the floor holding his toy doll. He kissed her affectionately and lifted her to a mattress without a cot (bed) in her room.

Sundari came back to the front when he heard a loud voice. Thank God so early this morning the stall is crowded. Her thought.

"Ndar, here's nduk..." Harno waved his hand for Sundari to rush over.

"Why?" He was confused to see some unknown men.

"Sir, I'm Sholeh, Junab's friend."

"Why Junab," Sundari began to look worried.

"Prophe Ndar..." Jarwo Sahut

"Yes Ndar, calm down..." Nanang and Harno said alternately.

"Mas Junab mbak accident."

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rooji'uun," Sundari held his chest. His body suddenly fell to the floor. Jarwo who was next to him spontaneously held Sundari's shoulder so that his body did not beat on the floor.

"Prophe mbak. Junab was taken to the hospital. She wants to go there or..."

"I'm coming! Just a moment." cut Sundari. Immediately after gathering his strength. He sped into the house. Change clothes and take a shawl to carry Rima.

With Jarwo, they headed to the hospital where Junab was being treated. Along the way Sundari did not stop sholawat, istighfar and takbir to calm his heart.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Sundari ran without waiting for Jarwo who was parked his motorbike.

"Where is Junab? Where's mbak? Where's sir?" Panicked Sundari lunged at the nun and the person standing in front of the ER room.

"Prophe Ndar. Junab is still being handled."

"Why him?" Ask while crying.

"Crashing tree. Avoiding the motorbike in front of him. the rider is still a child Ndar."

"Oh, duh wrestling... Achaghfirulloh..." Sundari decays back. He wailed hearing Junab's comrade's explanation. People just kept quiet, staring at Sundari with pity. Rima who was still carrying was still staring at her mother. As if the little girl knew, her mother was sad.

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