The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
One hundred and fifty thousand

"You, who?" ask Nilam on the tall figure strapping in front of him.

"Surely I'm not a bad person," he replied smiling lightly. "May I sit next to you?"

Nilam only nodded slightly, then shifted his body slightly to the side, giving a place for the person.

"Why are you crying here?" ask the man after he lands his butt next to Nilam who looks uncomfortable with his presence. "Don't be afraid" he continued.

Nilam lowered his head, his fingers were clinging to each other and squeezing each other - squeezed. Showing clearly his agitated attitude. "That's right, A-You're not a bad guy?" ask without looking.

The man chuckled. "Do you think I look like a bad guy? Very funny," he said. "What about my question, why are you crying here?"

"A-i...."

"Hmm, what? Continue in. I'm ready to listen" said the man, who turned out to be a young man.

"I...." Nilam's tears fell free on both sides of his cheeks.

"Don't hesitate. Just tell. Who knew I could help ease your grief" the man said reassuringly.

Nilam glanced towards the man beside him. Staring at his face for a moment before turning his gaze back in another direction.

Oh, my God, those eyes. Inner man it is.

"I lost all the groceries of the tavern owner's aunt. He must be disappointed, because I've made him lose. I have no money to replace it" Nilam said between sobs.

"What's? Just because of that, you cried sobbing - sobs?" asked the man in wonder.

Nilam. "If only I had money, I wouldn't be this sad."

"I'm sorry, can I know.. How much total of the groceries you lost?"

"150 grand."

"Just 150 grand?!! Yeah, God.... Why in this country there are still people who cry just because of the money 150 thousand only," said the man was not out of thought.

Nilam changed his face water, then looked at the cynical man sitting next to him. "That amount of money may be nothing to you, sir. Even just a blink, you might be able to get more than that. But for a little guy like me, it's a burden. Very heavy load. Because right now I don't have a penny...."

Nilam got up and left the man stunned and stunned to hear the words.

"Wait!" The man ran after Nilam who had started to move away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you" he continued regretfully.

Nilam turned to look at the man, who was now right in front of him.

"Are all the rich like that, always looking down on us poor and weak?"

"No, it's not like that. I really don't mean to put you down."

Nilam smiled wryly.

"I know very well about rich people like you, sir. Your life is about money. Even you have been slaving yourself into money. Until you look and measure this life also from money !" nilam.

"Where did you get such a view from, Miss?" ask the man who does not know his name.

"From all the heavy points of life I've experienced. From the start I sold my own aunt only for the sake of the treasure she wanted. From a rich old man who wanted to marry me by luring - my lure with all the wealth he had. Then how can I trust you, Mister?!"

The guy was amazing.

That story.... Patchouli.... Is this woman Nilam? ask the young man's heart which is none other than Gavin Pradana, the man who had been missed by Nilam.

"Why are you quiet, sir? Right, right, everything I said?" ask Nilam.

"Sorry, may I know your name?" ask Gavin without saying Nilam.

"What do you know my name for?"

"I'm sorry, if my words offended you. But really, I'm not who you think I am. I am a workaholic. But now I'm getting tired. Because of that, now I'm here. And leave my job."

Nilam stared at the man before him.

He can't say anything.

"Then can I know your name?" gavin's heavy voice was a little inquisitive.

May he be true Nilamku.

Nilam was silent for a moment. Trying to win - nimang decision. A moment later he looked up with confidence. "my name... Nuri," said Nilam at last. He chose to remain Nuri, and kept his identity hidden as the real Nilam.

"What's? Nuri?!" gavin asked reflex, clearly looking disappointed sirat on his handsome face.

Nilam frowned in astonishment. "Yes, Nuri. Is there something wrong with my name, sir?"

Gavin. "Oh, no. It's okay - what... Nuri."

It turns out he's not Nilam. In Gavin's heart was full of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, sir, then" said Nilam without asking him what the name of the man before him was.

"Wait." Gavin grabbed Nilam's palm that was about to leave. "Don't you want to know my name?"

"Call me, Gavin. I'll take you home" Gavin said without caring about Nilam's words. He pulled Nilam's arm which was still in disbelief. Lead him into his luxury car parked not far from the place.

"Why silence?" ask Gavin who is now behind the wheel of his car to Nilam who sits beside him.

Nilam glanced at Gavin who started to turn on and drove his car slowly. "I'm just scared."

"Fear of what?" tanya Gavin stayed focused on the wheel.

"Fear to see the disappointed faces of the mother and father of the tavern."

"Because you lost the shopping, did you?"

Nilam just nodded.

"Just relax, I'll replace it" said Gavin casually.

"No! It's not your business and your responsibility."

Gavin smiled glancing at Nilam at a glance.

"I'm the one who drove you home. That means I'll be responsible for the loss."

"But-"

"Already, let's just say I loan you. You can replace it anytime, Nuri."

For a moment Nilam was silent in the rhythm of his doubt.

"All right, I'll borrow your money. And I'll replace it...." Nilam. "Although I don't know when I can replace it."

"No problem. Don't feel burdened."

"Thank you" Nilam said sincerely.

Gavin smiled happily. "Same - same. Oiya, that shop.... Do you work there?"

Nilam. "No, I'm just helping out the shop mama and daddy. Because they have been so good to me. Want to feed me, and keep me in their house."

"Abtained?" gavin asked confusedly. Nilam just nodded. "Did they have any blood relation to you?" ask Gavin again.

Nilam. "Nothing" he answered. "Stop right here. That's the shop," point the Patchouli on a small building made of neatly arranged wood.

Gavin forgot about the myriad of questions he was about to throw, because Nilam had already gotten out of his car. "The girl is enigmatic" muttered Gavin.

He was looking for the right place to park his car without disturbing other road users. Because the road in front of the store is too small and only fit for one four-wheeled vehicle. After parking the car perfectly, he went down to Nilam who stood down in fear.

"You left a long time ago and went home empty-handed! Why did it go away, Nuri?!" ask the shop owner's mother a little in a high tone.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was bullied by the market thugs. Until I accidentally dropped the groceries. When I wanted to take it back, it was all gone. I'm sorry, Mom...." Again, the droplets of sadness fell without excuse.

"Then how can we sell today, Nuri?"

"I will replace him" cut off Gavin who was already standing behind Nilam.

Nilam and the shop owner's mother turned to him.

"You who?" ask the Store Mother.

"I? Didn't I just say, I'll pay for all your losses, ma'am," Gavin said. He took some money out of his wallet. Which is much more than the amount of money that Nilam lost. "Here, take it."

The shop owner's mother gaped in disbelief, not least Nilam.

"It's too much, sir," said Ms. Kedai.

"It's okay - what. Just accept. That's all for you." Gavin said casually while putting one of his palms into his pants pocket.

Nilam looked at him in amazement.

"I can even add more money as capital to enlarge your shop, Madam."

"Be-really?"

"Yes.... But on one condition," said Gavin cunningly.

"What are the conditions, sir. Do I have to be in a monthly installments?" ask the shop mom.

"Oh, no. That's not necessary. All that money, I'll give it to you with just - just."

"really? What are the conditions, sir?"

Gavin smiled obliquely. Staring sharply at the mother of the owner of the store then turned to look at Nilam.

"I'll take Nuri with me."

Seriate.....