I'M (Not) A Spy

4. Delivered by Jihan

"Get used to it, sir."  Such is  the interaction of the two people. Damian just smiled inline and nodded his head, a sign of respect for the person.  The two had come to a  big road after  traveling a few meters through the narrow alleys.

"Hi taxi, taxi...." The taxi stopped right in front of them. However, Jihan lowered his head and apologized  begging for  the taxi driver to  leave.

***Meyyis***

"How come, you let it go? We want to walk?"   Damian asked the  yellow-skinned woman, but looked bad because she was exposed to the sun.

"He said he didn't have any money?"   Jihan said.

"Don't have any money, just stop a taxi,"  the  taxi driver grumbled.

"Why did you let the taxi go?" Damian walked closer to  Jihan who was walking quickly. The woman is indeed no  tiredness.  His movements were swift and agile.

"Do you have money to pay for a  taxi? Think about it with your brain!"  Jihan grumbled. "You know no, how much does a taxi cost? We will take an angkot to go to  grandma's house.   Pohan's grandmother's  house  is very far from  here.  If we take a taxi, it will probably run out of one hundred thousand dollars, even more."  Jihan glanced  sharply at Damian.  The man, just fell silent at the scolding from Jihan. Not  long after,   the woman stopped a light blue  angkot.  They boarded the angkot.

Damian took the angkot for the first time.  It's hot, crowded and smelly.  He felt dizzy, but was restrained.

"Jihan, don't you  go to work today?"  asked the angkot driver.  Thin man, thin mustache.  The man rolled a small towel around the  neck.

"Nope, Bang. I  have something  to do."  The angkot  driver  nodded.  Meanwhile, one of the passenger scalpers  who found passengers for  the angkot, shouted at the direction of the destination. Not  long after,  the angkot was full.  For those who  don't know, angkot stands for  city transport, a mini passenger bus, which specifically carries passengers within the city.  The angkot is prevalent in  the city of Jakarta.  A big city in the country of Indonesia.

"So you don't narik (narik is a term for  angkot drivers who are working) today?  Whose angkot are  you carrying?"  asked the angkot driver  who looked familiar  with Jihan.

"It seems that Bang Aldo brought it earlier. I saw him flashing." Damian frowned.  For some reason, there was a different feeling when Jihan mentioned Aldo's  name. He blew that thought,  maybe Aldo  was just a friend. Damian closed his eyes, why care?  Jihan was nothing to him.  It's just a  woman who happens to be in  the same place, with  the wrong situation.

"Oh I see. Where is this going  ?"  asked the angkot  driver.  The man, who can be estimated to be around  his forties, looked  back.

"This...." Jihan pointed  at Aldo who  was already uncomfortable.  The man wagged his shirt because he  felt sultry.  Jihan just glanced, looking at the man's act  . "Here, deliver this person, go to Grandma Pohan's house."  Jihan glanced at   Damian.

"What's the business about   finding grandma?  Can't it be tomorrow in the market?"   The angkot driver leaned his back, with  his  left hand leaning on the back of the car seat.

"You know, he's asking for it right now."  Jihan looked very upset, while Damian just said nothing.

"Oh, that's it. Yes I have, I've been deliver to the alley."  Actually,  the shuttle did not enter the area  of  Grandma Pohan's house.  It's just getting to the  big road. However  , because Jihan is his workmate,  the angkot driver was  kind enough  to  deliver to  the  nearest destination.

"Thank you, Bang."  Jihan thanked   the woman.

"You're welcome."  Damian just fell silent at the interaction between the two of them.  He just noticed, it turned out that the  woman named Jihan was liked by many people. There is indeed no doubt anymore, that Jihan is actually kind-hearted. In fact, he wants to take care of his five younger siblings even though the situation is very difficult.

Damian suddenly felt bound by  the woman. "Bang, we're down here. This is the fare."  Jihan stretched out five thousand bills, which was indeed the only money he had. For  whatever reason, Damian wants to participate and says, that he alone pays. However,  it  will  definitely hurt Jihan's  self-esteem.   He chose to just hold it back.

"No need, Jihan. Just for your younger siblings. To buy dinner. You don't have angkot (work) today."  Jihan shook his head.

"Don't, Bang.  Abang also seeks fortune for the wife's children. This is  just accept it, Bang."  Jihan insisted, so that  the angkot driver  accepted it.

"Well, if you insist. Can never win your  opponent's debate."  Demian let it go, seeing Jihan pay the angkot fare.  They got off in a narrow alley, Jihan waved  goodbye to the angkot driver.

"Go home let me pay." Damian is ahead of Jihan, although he doesn't know exactly what Grandma Pohan's house is.

"No, I told you I wanted to help you. Willing to pay for your kindness. This is nothing  more than you saved me from Mr. Jupri. He's an old bangka who doesn't know himself." Damian fell silent at Jihan's words.  The man  stopped, so that Jihan walked ahead.

"That guy  can chase you,  what do you have  to do with that person named Jupri?"  Damian asked.  Jihan seems to be aware that he has told  his personal life to people  he just knew,  not even knowing his name.

"Who do you want to know my affairs?" Damian scrambled waist.  Just now,  the woman was sweet and kind but a flash, turning back into an annoying woman.  Surprisingly, Damian didn't get tired of making  the woman feel  annoyed too.

"Who wants to know? I don't want to know your affairs." Damian who is now ahead of Jihan.  He went up to  the steps, to reach the  roof   of the flat, which  was actually old and shabby.

"Then what did he mean to ask?"  Jihan asked. Damian paused, did not turn his head then said.

"Yes, if you don't want to answer it's okay, I really don't want to answer you so  how fussy guy  is really jihan stomping his feet leaving behind

  Damian the man was silent for a moment, then realized that he had been abandoned by  the woman.

"Wait!  Of course it  can quickly catch up with Jihan. "Why did you leave me?"  Damian asked.

"You're such a bad guy!"  Jihan is  still at  his walking speed, even though they have already walked  some distance away.

"It's not me who is melting, it's you who is too fast."  Jihan paused.  He waited for Damian, who was a little  troubled to wear flip-flops  because he never  wore them.

"Those legs of yours are longer than  mine.  It should be, you also walk faster than   me."

Damian felt challenged by the woman's said. Damian walked faster  than Jihan.  Jihan smiled, he let Damian go  first.

"Heh, do you know grandma's house? You left me so."  Jihan shouted, telling  Damian.  The man paused, so that Jihan smiled. He was happy to be playing with Damian.

"You  weird woman!"  Grumbled Damian.

"It's not me who is weird, you are the super weird one."  They go hand in hand. Not much different from Jihan's house,  grandma's house is also  in  a shabby environment.  Flats  that are intended  for the  poor.  It's just  that the house is better than Jihan's house,  grandma's house is made of permanent bricks, even if it is  worn out.

"Excuse me grandma." Damian knocked on the door of the house.

Came the  tree grandma, out of her house. "Oh Jihan, it just so happens that  there are a lot of broken fruits  now."  Pohan's grandmother  opened  her house wide. "Well that's it."   Pohan's grandmother  showed the damaged fruits.

"Nek, I'm sorry we destroyed  grandma's merchandise just now.  Yes, this guy who is ngancurin, he said he wants responsibility  ." Damian gaped, pointing  towards his own face.

"How is it just me?  Aren't you, too?"  avoid Damian