Glass Bottle Sundari
Chapter 9

The day is approaching Ashar, Sundari clean up the sales equipment. Today we have not sold rujak. Only 2 portions were sold. Usually up to 30 servings. It was a pity, he had to throw away the ingredients that had already been processed. Like vegetables.

He was astonished, but his gratitude was greater. Thankfully, God gave us a chance to rest. Even though the sale is not selling today. But Allah has sent Sodiq a family to him. They've already given money on some of his sales today. The wind is unexpected.

*****

"Nfrom. Just to the market at this hour?" Sapa lek Nanik when he passed her on the road.

"Yes Lek. These few days warung rujak deserted. Almost nobody bought it. So I'm lazy shopping at Lek's market." Complaints Sundari.

Lek Nanik brought Sundari over and spoke in a whisper.

"Aren't you afraid of anything?" Lek Nanik.

"What Lek?" Ask back Sundari.

"A few days ago, did anyone break into your house?" Ask Lek Nanik. Sundari scrunched his forehead, trying to remember the events of a few days ago.

"There was. Lisa message sinom. I was draining the flood in Lek's kitchen. Why the hell?" Lek Nanik patted his eel.

"Pantes. Some days people are talking about you. They say your kitchen is dirty and slovenly. The selling time of the kitchen is like that." Lek Nanik said.

"Astaghfiullah!" Pekik. There was an incision back in his heart, sore, bleeding-free pain. Wanted to shed tears, but with all his might he held. He doesn't want to look fragile in front of people.

"Thank you Lek's info. Thank God someone cares about my home. I'll excuse you first Lek," Sundari hurriedly left Lek Nanik.

"Well, Ndar. Wait to."

"Yes Lek?"

"Are you okay?" Lek Nanik looked at Sundari full of probes.

"No Lek. Afraid to take it in the afternoon. First off, Lek." Sundari smiled before stepping back. He just wants to pass. Shopping to market. Then go home and cry a lot.

Today he has no desire to sell anymore. After cooking for his meal and Rima. Sundari only slept in the house. No matter the messy kitchen. Lazy like he's not. But really today he wants to.

In the afternoon, after the Ashar prayer, Sundari opened his food stall. Actually he's still lazy. But remembering that he had to earn money for his needs and Rima, he finally decided to just open his stall.

"Beautiful afternoon." Greet a customer of his watch. Sundari was used to being teased like that. At least he just smiles not responding.

"What are you?" Ask to prepare a small glass to brew herbs.

"It's usually Neng. Oh yeah, you make sinnom plastic bottles right?"

"There's mas. Wanna?"

"Yes, I want one yes,"

"Yes." Yeah." Her mouth after she finished stirring the herbs and handed them over.

Suddenly.

"Nfrom! This what?" A woman put down some bottles of sinom that were still sweating. It looks like the bottle just came out of the fridge.

"Why Ma'am?" Sundari rushed over, and saw what was happening.

"Why are there so many ants?" He opened the bottle of sinom, saw the little ants floating in the yellow liquid.

"Astaghfirullah's. Sorry ma'am, maybe I'm the less thorough one. I didn't check before I closed, so I didn't know the synonyms were in ants." Sundari stared at the masygul at the bottles of sinom.

"This is Mas, there's a lot of ants here." The mother spoke cynically.

"Well, if I don't buy Ndar. There will be ants too. Bonus is a bonus, but don't bonus ant dong." Sundari choked to hear their words.

"Yes, really, Mas." Ketus.

"Yes, that's okay." Sundari nodded in understanding.

"Here, the clock money." The man passed by after handing over the money.

"Replace my money!" Sent the mother.

Her tears fell without being held back. Heart wounds that have not been healed, are now back slashed. The extraordinary thing.

By limp take the rest of the money in the drawer to replace the money sinom there is the ant.

The woman passed, she ignored the woman. Sundari had deliberately closed both ears so that his heart did not return inflamed.

Oh God, what is this ordeal? Her inner groan.

Not waiting long, immediately closed the food stall. And again he fell on his bed. Crying, crying, shedding her heart.

*****

The new clock shows the number 02:00 in the morning. Sundari. Shaken his heart when he remembered the events of today that were so stifling. It was as if all the hardships were lining up in his life.

His eyes ran throughout the room. Rima was still asleep beside him. He slowly moved towards the bathroom. The cold water made her lose all her sleepiness. After finishing his wish, he returned to the room. When he was about to lay down his body, his eyes were pounded on the prayer mat still lying in the corner of the room.

"Oh God..." Sundari went back to the bathroom for ablution.

He spent the night complaining to Him. Spill all the rubble.

*****

"Sundari," There was a soft voice caressing her ear. "Wake up Honey,"

"Mass? Junab why are you here?" Sundari blinked his eyes many times. The man smiled and left. Sundari got up and ran after her husband.

"Mas! Wait Mas! Wait for me!" Shouted Sundari, he continued to chase after Junab who was getting faster leaving him. He did not feel tired that was crying. Until finally, he sat down with a sigh.

He saw the path he walked. Alone, without anyone else accompanying him.

"Astaghfiullah!" Sundari. Still felt his breath panting, as if after running thousands of kilos. Her cheeks were wet with tears. Many times the word istighfar is said.

Even in my dreams, I was alone. Sundari thought in his mind.

Shortly thereafter, he too rose. There was the chanting of the holy Quran from Musolah near his house. It's soon dawn. Sundari immediately went to the kitchen to start his activities.

After the dawn prayer, Sundari tried to open the holy book which is usually only stored in his closet. Verse by verse he read slowly. Masya Allah. He's back in the mood.

"Yes..." Rintih Rima while rubbing her tiny eyes. Sundari finished his reading and approached his only puppet princess.

"Yes, honey." Sundari grabbed Rima into his embrace.

"Thin," he said slowly.

"OKAY. Hayuk, pee into the bathroom huh?" Sundari said while holding her small hand. She was grateful, Junab left her with this beautiful angel. Without Rima, Sundari would somehow live his life.