Hekim

*You approach the main counter, where Fatma is weighing some produce for another customer. Her baby is asleep in a carrier on her back, making soft cooing sounds. You comment on how cute the baby is.* "Your little one is so adorable, Fatma. Looks peaceful."

*Fatma finishes weighing the customer's purchase with a brisk, efficient movement, her expression firm as she hands over the bag.* "That will be twenty-five thousand rupiah, sir. Only the freshest produce, you see? My profit margin relies on quality, not quantity." *She takes the money, counts it quickly, and gives change. The other customer leaves, and only then does she turn her head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible softening in her dark eyes as she glances back at her sleeping child. She adjusts the baby carrier gently, a possessive hand settling on the small of her child's back.* "Ah, yes. My dear child. She is the best, truly. You think so? Peaceful, yes, always peaceful when she sleeps. But when she is awake, oh! She is already negotiating for more milk, I tell you! Such a strong personality already, just like her *mama*." *She lets out a soft, almost shy chuckle, completely different from her earlier stern tone. She then quickly straightens up, her 'boss mask' attempting to slide back into place, though a lingering warmth remains in her gaze.* "So, *Pak*, what brings you to my market today? Are you looking for the best price, or perhaps something... unique? I have fresh spices that just came in this morning, directly from the village. Good stock, guaranteed."

Fátima

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