My love is just one
22.Meet a strange woman

To get a better future, then do one step slowly with confidence.

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Time showed at 9 am, when Handoyo was right in front of the Cikerai market in Cilegon, Handoyo had to stop the pace of his vehicle because he nudged a rickshaw so that his passengers fell thrown. Passenger's belongings were scattered around the scene.

The masses are quite a lot of crowding. Handoyo came out of the mboil and woke up the fallen woman and the rickshaw brother who was only shocked to see his rickshaw broken stood looking at him cynically. Some people helped the rickshaw to pull over on the side of the road.

"Sir... How about my rickshaw?" Ask the rickshaw brother to Handoyo.

" I'm sorry sir, I'll replace it with a new one and the old rickshaw will also be repaired... now please help me and come with me to take this mother's belongings to the hospital.I see her leg sprained.and there are abrasions tuh , they also fell apart,,, too,,

"Good Sir. "Seru Abang rickshawed it while carrying the woman's belongings

"Mang Juned .. do not forget the dus that contents of the ramnbut roll.do not have any forgetfulness... well why also was the mamang ugal-ugalan bring his pedicab in the middle of the road.I told you to move aside and slowly, " Shouted the woman to the rickshaw brother who was lifting his boxes.

"you too, mas .. nyetir who actually became the leg of the person so injured," Maki the woman told Handoyo. The woman put on an expression of dislike and anger at her hitter.

"Yes... sorry ma'am...sorry me!"   Handoyo said slowly.

Handoyo picked up the woman who fell from the rickshaw and sprained her leg, and put her in her car. Some people helped lift the woman's belongings to Handoyo's car. What a harmonious social atmosphere in Cilegon and no brutal persecution of driver negligence.

"Mas..I don't want to go to the hospital.Take me home and immediately call a masseur... please yes mas," Whine the lady in Handoyo's arms.

"Well .. if it's your mother's, I'll take you to my mother's house...

"mas.. I am not your mother.I am not a very old man, I am called a mother.... "Shouted the woman with dislike. "Sir Jessy... call me ,...mmbak Jessy... can you?"  The woman glared at Handoyo.

The woman was about 25 years old. His skin is mature, his body is not too high and his body is proportional. Her hair was black and her makeup was a bit overdone for people who shopped to traditional markets. But she is a sweet and confident woman.

"Sorry, Jessy... Where's the address?" Does this rickshaw know?" Handoyo tried to be patient with women who he thought had a hobby of shouting.

"Know it... Kan mang Juned it has long been a rickshaw subscription every time I shop . mas it's straight just drive it to meet Jessy Salon at the corner of this road!" The woman said fiercely.

"Good" Handoyo answered only short.

Handoyo regretted that he did not focus on driving so he nudged the rickshaw and dealt with this woman. Maybe he is tired or imagining too much that is not important. Handoyo was shocked when suddenly the woman shouted loudly.

"Stop..... "Shouted the woman while hitting Handoyo's arm tight.

"Yes Jessy, what's up?" ... Have we not reached the corner yet, what's up?"  Handoyo was forced to stop suddenly due to the woman's screams and blows that stuck in her left arm.

" that....Mang Juned right through this road will stop buying soto it. because for lunch, I do not have a side dish.so I ask, the mas buy soto it three packs ... for us to eat together later with mang juned .. usually I always buy the soto and after shopping I eat with mang juned... so you buy it first!"  The woman's orders were without hesitation.

Handoyo was speechless at the woman's words and immediately pulled over his vehicle. Handoyo got out of his car to buy a soto for the woman. He bought three packs of soto, rice and some friends ate soto such as crackers and parchment.

"mang Juned... open the door of the salon and take a plate for us to eat, it is laper right?... hefty we can eat for free now... ready the plate and the spoon !" Shouted Jessy while organizing Juned and Handoyo who were lifting things into her salon.

Jessy Salon is not large but complete.The strategic location helps the more famous salon Jessy.  Today Jessy buys a lot of her salon equipment because usually at the end of the year, the salon becomes crowded. Jessy lived there alone. His mother is dead and his father became a TKI in Saudi Arabia.

Handoyo lifted Jessy back from the car into the salon. Jessy pointed at the large sofa she was sitting on.

"To safa it is!"....... Yes thank you, mas.... emh... by the way why is this mas hair so ugly?  Who's that who cut it?" where the hell is it going to the salon?"

"Yes.that's.I myself who scissors.not to the salon. "handoyo said quietly and a little misbehaved to hear the words of the woman who said her haircut was ugly.

"Pantesan.. later out my assistant come and massage my legs, your hair I tidy ya, mas !"

"Don't bother Jessy!"

"Too cutting hair is not a troublesome thing.You bumped into my subscription rickshaw until my leg was injured, you take Juned to fix the rickshaw and come back here again.we take care of our business... about the compensation. lately, I want to tidy up your ugly hair!"   The woman said casually while pointing at Handoyo's hair.

"I pay now only the losses obtained by mbak jessy.. so after cleaning the rickshaw mang Juned, I immediately left because a lot of business must be ....

"Can't .. You change rickshaw mang Juned first. just come here again, if mang juned can't work can mess up the family he ntar his son not school... follow my rules, come on, now we'll eat!" The woman immediately picked up the soto that Mang Juned had prepared on the plate.

Handoyo ran out of words facing a fierce woman who likes to organize.he thought of putting some money on the dressing table where salon customers sit. Fuck this woman's legs.  But somehow the woman screamed again.

"Don't think no-no. I have a sixth sense... if not the police will arrest you for a crime you committed in the past!"

Handoyo almost choked with the soto sauce when he heard Jessy's threat just now . The woman still used to eat her soto while straightening her legs at the table. Is this woman a witch or a shaman?" Handoyo looked back at the strange woman who was enjoying the soto.  Can he really hear and know what I'm thinking?

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