I have a pretty good habit of getting up early even on holidays. Sometimes, I love to see women sweeping — I mean, I sometimes like to pass women sweeping because I'm jogging. Sometimes too, I see mothers are busy gossiping with each other, I like to interfere with them. What are they talking about, I usually listen to it.
"Jeng, you know what. Yuni is pregnant, even though she doesn't have a husband yet."
"Really, Jeng? It could be bad if you haven't married yet."
"Eh? Really?" I am surprised. "Yuni is pregnant? Ah, that's bad. Yuni is Mr. Markus' son, right?"
"Yes, mas Daylon."
"As I thought, there must be something with him."
"Mas Daylon, do you know something about him?"
"I don't know, though. It's just that, I often see Yuni's level, sometimes it's weird."
Of the 6 people around me, only me and the vegetable seller are men.
"How strange, mas Daylon?"
"That, that. We doesn't know, anyway?"
