Analaa
soup cook

It was not felt when Anala interned at the hospital where she studied stayed another week. Many knowledge that he can take and practice there that was not previously obtained in the campus world. There is an inda and also sad story that Anala also got there saw a lot of patients who entered the hospital with various health problems and treatment, he said, and also gratitude when seeing patients out of the hospital with a healthy condition than before, and also a sense of sadness when the patient came home only accompanied by the sobs of his family.

“Doctor Anala” calls one of the nurses who is trying to compensate for the steps of Anala who has moved away from the hospital exit.

“ya, what's up?” replied Anala who stopped her steps while looking back.

“dok, there happened to be counseling at Brilliant hotel, actually from our hospital doctor Rangga and doctor Fani who left, happened to be a mortal doctor again dok, can the doctor go tomorrow?”, so do doctors, please nurse to Anala.

“i only as an intern here sis, can you?”, ask anala like reassuring nurses.

“this is actually a recommendation from doctor Rangga dok, he is sure doctor Anala can really follow this extension well”, explained the nurse and make Anala's forehead sweat increase and wonder

why should he, like there is no one else in this hospital other than to take me.

“owh yes already sister, insyaallah I can, tomorrow leave at what time kak?”, asked Anala.

“hours 8 dok”, replied the nurse.

“ok sip, I permission to go home first well ”, Anala permission to go home first because there are important things for him to finish.

After solving her problems and returning home while picking up Maryam from her mother's house, Anala throws her white car from the yard of her mother's house before Maghrib.

“umma” asks maryam while licking the chocolate ice cream in her hand with her focus undivided for anything other than her chocolate ice cream.

“iya, what is it, want more ice cream?”, asked Anala while smiling and pinching the cheek of her daughter's bully.

Maryam is a very adorable child for Anala, a little girl with yellow skin, long hair decomposed with round cheeks of tomato red and nose pointed, many people think she is a child of arab descent.

“no umma, want it, umma tired not today?”, one sweet sentence and attention escaped from the little girl's mouth.

“owh no really, happy even umma today, especially with you dear”, replied Anala after taking a long breath to prepare the answer of the genius child.

“today we cook ya umma”, continued Maryam to give a new challenge to his uma after passing fatigue today.

“ok, we want to cook what today princess?”, replied Anala with a fixed eye position leading to a busy highway with activities in the twilight.

“cooked chicken soup yes umma, it looks good yah” timpal Maryam.

Btw Maryam is a child who is always presented with the science of cooking by Anala every day and she loves it. “ya have cooked soup yes we today”, , anala answered with a smile on her lips for Maryam.

”yee”, Maryam gladly answered her mother.

Upon their arrival in the garage of the house whose front door is made of typical wood carved jepara a pair of pigeons who are combining love complete with a cream-colored ceramic floor that soothes the eyes. Maryam immediately rushed to her room to change clothes, because she and Anala wanted to cook her favorite food.

“umma, let's cook umma” scream Maryam who has sat at the dinner table holding a spoon and fork on the right and left of her hands.

“iya, be patient first”, replied Anala while cleaning up the contents of her room which was like filled with her needs.

Behind the two-door refrigerator there are materials that Maryam wants to take out and process on her own, if the uma does not come in the next five minutes.

“Take the chicken dear”, tell Anala to Maryam who can't wait to open the refrigerator.

“ya umma, let alone umma?”, answered Maryam who looked painstakingly reaching the chicken in her refrigerator.

“red beef, garlic, celery leaves, chives and other spices do not forget”, continued Anala with a fairly quick word that made Maryam rather upset.

“umma, slowly umma”, timpal Maryam by wrinkling her forehead, Anala repeated the ingredients she needed.

“already nih umma all ingredients”, start Maryam with spirit.

“first we puree these onions”, Anala while putting onions into the blender and blend it until smooth, “to two we saute the ingredients that have been mashed earlier”, continued Anala, continued Anala, and Mary was ready with sodet in her right hand.

“ok umma”, he replied with a smile, the seasoning smoothed by Anala had been sauteed until it gave off a fragrant smell.

“next we enter the chicken that has been cleaned earlier ya”, Anala's order for Maryam to put the chicken in a pot containing spices that were previously included, and then put, and then Anala put water and spices commonly used to make soup, “we close first well, wait until boiling”, said Anala.

“ini carrot same potatoes when to enter umma?”, asked Maryam while holding a carrot that has been cut in her hand.

“oh yes umma forgot, here umma enterin”, replied Anala who pretended not to put carrots and potatoes and it turns out maryam knew that.

After a long dialogue with the kitchen they will finally eat the food impatiently. Before eating they perform maghrib prayer after feeling the fresh water splashing from the bathroom. Seen Maryam standing behind Anala complete with a unicorn prayer mat and pink baby that she wears, Maryam follows every prayer movement that Anala does well until it is finished.

“assalamaicum”,

Anala turned to the right and also to the left and ended with praying, not forgetting Anala swept both palms to her face and her daughter's face.

The food on the table seemed impatient to eat, Maryam who was sitting at the dinner table and the beloved spoon that was in her right hand, marked is ready to eat the soup made and umma greedily, he said, Anala took the plate and filled the plate Maryam with a few pieces of chicken soup complete with carrots and potatoes and equipped with a few spoons of freshly picked white rice from a rice cooker machine.

Without saying much Anala and Maryam ate the chicken soup with greed and occasionally Maryam wagged her head which means the food she ate was very tasty and delicious.

“enak no?”, asked Anala when she saw Maryam had stroked her stomach which had begun to contain by the food she had just eaten very tastefully, “enak very umma”, , answered Maryam who ended with a burp and made the child and mother laugh together to witness the incident