NIGHT MARKET

This is a story that you cannot meet every day.

Playing here does not require a refill card like playing a boom car boom at the Mall.

With 30 thousand, children can play to their heart's content until they fall asleep.

There is no fan, especially AC.

Mothers can buy bra bra at low prices, 20 thousand can get three units.

The price of Ma'am Emak (negligee) clothes for sale is 100 thousand and three.

Low quality plates, a dozen only 20 thousand.

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5 thousand meatball noodles, one thousand meatballs can even be bought a thousand, confectionery and ice cream that taste like ice cream with ads on TV are special menus here.

Mr. father came home from work, sweat still left, carrying children, buying crocodile shoes.

Teenagers try their luck playing throwing bracelets, hoping to be lucky to get a gift of a pack of cigarettes or a T-shirt.

Mother is looking for socks for children, clothes, kitchen utensils, at the cheapest prices possible, as discounted as possible.

Some young women are buying makeup equipment, Kelly powder, Fanbo and her friends.

The sound of the electric generator was clearly heard near the giant balloon where the children were jumping and jumping.

These night market managers, they come from far away, travel around the island of Sumatra, once a year returning to their hometown.

They came with truck trucks filled with toys. Set up camp, presenting various evening entertainment.

Everyone is amazed; giant Ferris wheel that can be climbed by a new pedekate pair, a boat-shaped swing, to a comedy called a demon tong with its invaluable player skills, already complete level. There is a little madness and a lot of courage in this demon barrel.

In a world that has lost its appeal to the magic of small miracles; they always get a place in the hearts of small people.

They are true heart entertainers.

Tomorrow they will leave, next year they will return.