This night was very quiet all .., mosques are usually filled with people praying tarawih with enthusiasm seemed diminished, whether because of their many have started going home to their villages or are too busy with activity ahead of this adha idhul. after we finished praying tarawih.
GRANDMA SELLER CORN
This night was very quiet all .., mosques are usually filled with people praying tarawih with enthusiasm seemed diminished, whether because of their many have started going home to their villages or are too busy with activity ahead of this adha idhul . after we finished praying tarawih
Feels sorry for these eyes to look at him, his old man on a cold night, the voice sounded softly peddling his wares to people who pass this way intersection, “Corn fuel, Corn, Grill, Mr, roasted corn, Mother,” as tirelessly though he kept trying, the spirit that never goes out like live embers in the stove where his corn roasting. Every now and then he wiped his brow, tired removing implicit in his face.
I also approached and pulled both my arms, my smile give the code to them both that we would buy roasted corn which is right in front of us, it is a lot of road intersection merchants are selling, pedestrians never quiet down this road. Intersections that are close to the town square Kraksaan probolinggo, crowded visitors who take the time to unwind their night either with family, friends or their sweetheart.
eyes glaze ere looking at us and offered us a “corn, non, mas-mas, let’s burn the corn.” then the three of us sitting up he had provided, pedestal mats that lay stretched, his smile seemed to bring forth, then swiftly he took a fan made of woven bamboo and corn we choose to be burned. “Grandma, we each two grilled corn messages” I said as he approached his grandmother near the burning furnace, I saw baskets of corn or where his grandmother still fully occupied the corn is still new, in my grandmother’s merchandise might say no the behavior.
“May I help you burn corn grandmother ” I said to my grandmother, because this heart can not bear to look at the age old grandmother, cut corn, prepare the coals and fanned let ripening corn-corn is perfect. “Do not non, non taxable later smoke and heat of this furnace” said the grandmother, “nothing Grandma, I’m used to” I replied, looking at the corn-corn grandmother fanning burn, eventually I will try to burn the corn-corn of our order, after saw a few minutes how techniques used by the grandmother, while the setting up our drink orders, two cups of coffee and a glass of hot tea favorite.
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