Adult Zone
13. The Jajan Bakso

...JAJAN BAKSO'S...

...Author by: David Khanz...

That afternoon after completing home activities together, we; me, wife, and children, berleha-leha in the front room to relieve fatigue. Then the first child interjected, "Current 'gini, good 'you eat meatballs."

It is unexpected to respond directly to his mother's children with a surprising voice. "Eh, really, A," he said, saying that the firstborn had just been. Then he turned to me and asked, "Ngebakso yuk, Dad?"

Half-heartedly, I asked, "Mothers have money?" While sniffing the buttocks of the youngest child sitting on the lap. "Adek e'o, huh? How, smelly?" Who was asked back by looking at the face like he was circulating. 'Hhmmm, this original, anyway. He's modol.'

I was going to give this child to my wife, but the person concerned was putting on a cute style. As if, I didn't hear my words at all. Amazing acting skills of my roommate. It is worth being awarded a trophy in the form of a necklace pendulum as big as the anchor of the Titanic.

Dehamku is upset, 'Hhmmm, this is a cave business that nyebokin.' Immediately I lift the slanted body of the Bungsu while continuing to grumble in the heart. 'Bas with the mother!'

Not until it takes two minutes, the Bungsu has returned to the middle of the family with a new costume and the aroma of a fragrant and fragrant buttocks, a soap called Mamih Melon.

Thought to have forgotten the meatball invitation thing earlier, apparently so tearing the buttocks on the chair, directly held back. "So, isn't it, Dad?" tanyanya bauble.

Such is the character of women. If the question has not been answered, it will certainly continue to sound repeatedly Similar to HP alarms that forget to snooze. Every five minutes must be screaming for dioles.

"Or not Aa," I answered flatly, glancing at the Eldest and hoping that he would be pleased to answer; 'No, ah, Yah!'

But unfortunately, my prayer this time missed. It was also due to the single question factor of the opposition side. "So, right, A? So-so!" ask the wife like she's being forced uh, forced.

Dih, ask yourself, answered also by yourself. The habits of the people!

"As far as Dad is concerned, deh," said the Eldest after glancing at me and the special code of this eye, he responded late. Hhmmm, fate!

Finally ….

"One ... two ... three …." I started counting head by head. Not necessary either, anyway. 'Kan, the list of Family Cards has been memorized beyond the head over the non-bottom. ". six times twelve thousand .. hhmmm, so .. seventy-two thousand."

Waduh, not this snack anyway, but the budget to buy rice for stock a week. Fortunately, inside the fold STNK is still tucked 'treasure' to guard against the threat of paylater uh, paydanger (unexpected funds aka tactical funds).

Long story short, we also walked in groups like a group of besan entering the area of celebration. While the Bungsu himself tucked tightly in a sling kangaroo style on the chest and stomach. All in all, feel how the wife is suffering while pregnant with children. Hi-hi's.

Arrive at the destination, each busy ordering according to taste. "Mixed, Mang. All that is, presumptive abrekin (entrance) just dinya!" I said to the meatball seller. Honestly, for me, when it comes to taste, numbers. The most important and main thing is the portion. "Sanguan weh if there is mah," I added jokingly, greeted by the meatball mamang grinning the horse. While especially for the Bungsu himself deliberately not ordered, because it is in the position 'ngarewong’ (followed meal) only.

Crews!

'Eh, what the hell?' I was astonished to find something strange inside the circle of the parent version of the meatball. Wrapped in plastic and somewhat elongated small like the shape of a wafaq amulet aka buhul.

For a moment I thought su'udzon looked like a super julid netizen who often visited the affairs of neighboring households and favorite artists. I thought, lest the meatballer wear a dealer. How to try if it gets swallowed or eaten by me, will I automatically become a selling sweet too? Yes, the bestsellers are equally widowed or sweet in the eyes of the reader. Eh?

"What the hell, Dad?" ask the wife who sits with me side by side, but no longer in the armchair. I said, "Tau, Mom. Bentar, yes. I'm open, deh."

With my mind covered in question marks, I tore off the plastic wrapping layer full of caution. Then it is slowly removed. Hhmmm, a fold of paper wrapped around the paper? Kok, can? What, huh? Don't-don't ….

"White!" exclaimed his wife unconsciously and immediately I followed his arm to be silent. Fear of being caught by the meatballs, will continue to be taxed. Loss, right?

"Stt …." I put my index finger on my lips. But a moment later, nanar stared at the damp sheet of fifty thousand rupiah worth of banknotes in hand.

Kok, can? In what order, huh? Bonuses from the meatballs or the meatball manufacturer/factory?

Ah, care very much. What do you think about? Most importantly now we get the jackpot. That's pretty good, isn't it? Can be made to reduce the cost of snacks this time. Gocap. 50,000 prize money, just add Rp. 22,000 to pay for meatballs. Save this paydanger stock for Rp. 78,000. Asyiikk!

Uh, busyet! A serving of meatballs is not full? What because of this magical money? But .. uh, no! Nay! Avoid the pleasure of the wife just because of trivial matters, if you do not want the effect to extend to many miles to the house. Could-can affairs of the game 'twin meatballs' later tonight disturbed. Moreover, I am still 'mamayu' after the process of weaning successfully passed by the Bungsu. Wizuh!

Eventually additional meatballs were re-ordered. Automatic paydanger stock reduced to Rp. 66,000.

"Well, Aa's also nambah, dong!" sahut the Cikal followed in his mother's footsteps.

If the will of the child, I will immediately. Without debate, without eyes.

"Take it!" said relented.

Hhmmm, reduced again, so Rp. 54,000.

"They want it again, too, Dad. Can, huh?"

"Duh! May be!"

Remaining Rp. 42,000 now.

Suddenly the Pangais Bungsu came to request too.

"Well?!"

It's a snack or a big meal, anyway? How, so on adding a portion like this?

"Yes, already. I'll also add it, if you're a begindang!" I said finally with a soft voice while staring at the money sheet that will be left to Rp. 18,000 later. Enough for supplies tomorrow to buy the Pertalite version of BBM which is now more wasteful, compared to before the previous price increase.

"Where's the money, Dad? Here I pay in the future," said the wife who first spent the meatball episode second. Because the position is feeding the Bungsu, I just relax handing over money of Rp. 150,000 earlier. But long awaited, who went to bring the money was not also behind the cage. Until the last mouthful into the mouth of the child ludes not left.

"Where's mom, A?" I asked the Eldest. Though was hoping for the change of the meatball pocket from his mother's children.

"That's Mom," answered my first child while pointing to the front of the field.

Right, my wife appeared there with a beaming face. But what makes this heart rattles is on the package that is tipped in his hand. Shopping? Where's the money, huh? Don't-don't ….

"Dipake shopping cooking oil half a kilo equal flour wuh make a mixture of omelet breakfast tomorrow, Dad," replied the wife as soon as I asked the fate of the continuity of the change that earlier.

"Well?!"I'm gawking. "Fang, man."

"No, Dad," my wife chimed in without sin. "Dibikin is a bit mushy like a regular omelette."

"Oohhh …." I pretended to curse him. Though in the heart screams softly, 'I mean eike .. gasoline crisp motor, Bebeb. Not very sensitive you become bini. Ettahhh!'

"Dad why? The mules? A satiety?"

Uh, bujug! Still don't understand him.

"No" I replied short. "Go home, nyookkk!"

"Yes, already. Come on, we're kemon!"

In fact, even on the way home, my steps were left far away from them. Purposefully. Piqued. Can only put up a double face while holding the Bungsu in front.

...DONE IT...