But none of this affects Yanti. She does not even seem to notice. She's in a trance of sorts. His fists a blur of silver tongs and wads of cash. Its slim pencil in eyebrows peak and fall at his command. There is very little eye contact with customers. His head was down. She is filling orders too busy. small bills Crumbled find the way to her purse while the clip rifle through Ramadhan favorites to grumbling bellies.
For seven years now Yanti was selling fried goods of all kinds in Karet underpass. Ramadhan is actually a party for her. She manages to sleep until 3am. Normally, during the rest of the year, she wakes up at 1am to prepare snacks for the day. Eleven months of the year, Yanti is at the foot of the bridge at 7am. She then home at 10am.
"Most people who come to me during Ramadan are so tired of not eating," said Yanti, who moved to Jakarta from Pekalongan, Central Java there nearly four decades.
"I have to remind them to take their change or sometimes they point to obvious things like Longtong and ask what it is."
Yanti takes pride in the fact that people come to it at their hungriest. It is this pride that keeps her coming back year after year. It is not money that has to wake each morning to prepare each hand Rp.2,500 snack.
When the crowd dies down, Yanti takes a one-minute rest on three bricks she stacked to make a chair. "Business is good here. I've been here seven years. I take public transportation here, and I do the same thing when I get home. I contribute to the costs of the family, the school for my little son. my husband is a ojek driver and I have my own business. We are both very happy with what we have. We have created all this on our own. "