The Temptation of the Actor
First day of selling

Zayyan brought a wagon filled with meatballs to his rented. Today he plans to sell mobile meatballs. Thanks to the instructions given by his rented neighbor, Zayyan came to the house of the famous meatballs. Zayyan could breathe a sigh of relief as the meatballs trusted him and allowed him to trade.

Armed with a KTP, Zayyan managed to make the meatball boss believe in him. Zayyan walked with a new spirit. The man who had never lived hard was then bathing so that his cleanliness as a merchant was awake. He does not want the buyers who run away because of the appearance I have. Not to forget Zayyan also wears a hat typical meatballs. Zayyan did not want the public to see his face and remember the viral video with Shella.

Zayyan didn't want the video to ruin his life again. Zayyan had to wake up from his slump. After taking a shower, Zayyan dressed in a t-shirt and training pants. His hair was neatly combed. Zayyan then pushed his wagon towards the field that is usually filled by the market week.

Zayyan exhaled softly when he realized that there were only a few visitors to the market this week. Maybe the effect of the PSBB, there is no crowd there. Everyone was afraid to come in the crowd. Finally he stopped his wagon under a fairly shady banyan tree. Zayyan's skin was not exposed to the hot sun.

"That's one piece!" Ominously, Zayyan's heart melted when no one had ordered the meatballs. But Zayyan must not be discouraged, Zayyan still faithfully sat there waiting.

Zayyan's eyes squinted, he saw a large red tent. Apparently there's a meatball there too. It is worth the meat to be a buyer. Zayyan could only be patient, the first day of selling was full of exams.

"Mass? Mas?" exclaiming a stocky man who came to Zayyan, Zayyan smiled excitedly at the sight of the man. He thought he would be his first customer.

"Please meatballs, Mas!" Barat Zayyan was friendly. A merchant should be friendly, right?

"I don't want to buy meatballs there! I remind you not to sell here! Sells are prohibited here! This area is megan. Mas, see that tent selling meatballs? It's mine! Please leave here!" The man said loudly, there was no hospitality on his face.

"Indeed this land is yours, sir? What do you rent? Is it forbidden to sell here?" Tanya Zayyan argued.

"It's not mine, but I've already paid security money to thugs around here. Don't stick to dong! Go there, don't sell here! Appreciate other sellers dong!" The grumpy man did not want to lose, he then wagged his hand. Typical of expelling someone.

Zayyan. Apparently selling meatballs is not as easy as he thought. Zayyan stared at his cart which had not sold a portion.

"Heh, instead of going, daydream! There go!" Get rid of the man who broke Zayyan's daydream.

Zayyan finally gave up. He pushed his wagon to leave the market that Sunday. As if burning his body, Zayyan wiped his sweat with a small towel that he hung around his neck.

"It's okay, count the sports!" Entertain Zayyan to herself.

Zayyan then turned his wagon towards a fairly luxurious housing. Zayyan stopped his cart in front of a mosque. He took his place under a shady tree.

"Mang, the meatball is one! Don't use noodles with vegetables, Mang!" A man approached her, ordering a serving of meatballs.

"Well, Bang," Zayyan smiled happily, this was his first customer. With a friendly smile, he served the buyer wholeheartedly.

Zayyan served a serving of meatballs with the requested menu and gave it to the buyer. In his heart he was very grateful that someone was buying. Zayyan hopes to sell out today.

After the customer left, Zayyan rushed towards the ablution. He will perform the Dzuhur prayer. Zayyan worshipped fervently, hoping that Allah would forgive his past sins. After he finished praying, Zayyan returned to his carriage which he had kept under the tree. Four teenage girls were waiting for him.

"What's a long time?" Ask one of the buyers who wears a pink pashmina veil.

"Sorry, Neng. Mang prayed first" replied Zayyan kindly.

"Oh that, Mang. I ordered four servings of meatballs?" Answer the woman with shoulder-length hair.

"Please, Neng sit down first!" Zayyan said kindly.

"Nuhun, Mang," the four girls answered in unison, then took the plastic chair and occupied it.

Zayyan nodded, as soon as he prepared the meatballs according to what they asked for. Zayyan then delivered it to the four customers who were waiting for him.

"Please, Neng!" Zayyan smiled.

"Thank you, Mang," replied the girl wearing a brown pashmina veil.

"Together, Neng."

Zayyan then tidied up the place of celery and onions while waiting for four customers to spend meatballs. Opening his phone, Zayyan let out a heavy sigh as no one contacted him. Zayyan put his phone back in his pocket.

"Which?" A woman holding a baby who is still red. The woman was wearing a negligee and a dull veil blouse. He approached Zayyan's cart.

"Yes, Neng? Want to order how many servings?" Zayyan asked enthusiastically. Inwardly, Zayyan unceasingly thanked him because there was already a new buyer approaching him.

"One time. How much is the separation, Mang?" The woman wiped the sweat on her forehead. Sometimes his hand stroked the head of the baby in his carrier.

"Twelve thousand, Neng," Zayyan replied politely.

The woman took out the money, she counted. His forehead wrinkled. It seemed that the woman was thinking hard.

"May be half a serving, Neng. Six thousand only," said Zayyan as if reading the turmoil of the chocolate-painted woman.

"Alhamdulillah if it is, it means the money is six thousand. Here, Mang!" The brown-painted lady extended money towards Zayyan, the handsome man immediately accepted her.

"Wrapped up, Mang?" Tell the lady earlier, Zayyan just nodded. He immediately made an order for the woman who was carrying the baby. When she finished, the woman said a word of thanks and hurried away.

"Eh, that was Nadia, right? Miris is her life so?" Suddenly a girl in a pink pashmina hood who was eating meatballs said with a slick expression. While Zayyan only listened to the chat to the four girls who were enjoying the meatballs. Not kepo, but indeed their voice was so loud when gossiping about the woman who had just bought a half-serving meatball.

"Yes, she used to be very pretty. Didn't expect to have married the Chairul of his life so much!" A girl's shoulder-length hair.

"Say the hell he likes to be tortured for his legs! Just now, he had been told this work. The game doesn't want to work!" The brown hooded woman added.

"Pity him, got such a man. If so I'm getting a divorce or running away!"

"It's hard, it's so loud! Ah, continue to eat us. Why talk about others?" The lady wearing shoulder-length hair closed the conversation.

They did not realize that Zayyan was listening to the chat with the four women. In his heart he felt very sorry for the woman. Is there a life that suffers more than his own? And the answer is many. This instant Zayyan was grateful for something that had happened in his life. At least now he has a livelihood even though it is not always there every day.