FragileBy Sartono Kusumaningrat At 6:30 in the evening, Mbolo and Sayem were busy counting
Rp 100 coins, money they both earned from their hard work as,
respectively, a parking man and a traveling vendor of jamu."How much did you get, Yem?""I have Rp 3,000, Mas. And you?""I've got Rp 3,200.