CEO of Gondrong That, My Husband.
The Cimol Tragedy

Already six months of age Dara content, the more whiny it looks Dara every time the road. Bagas also became extra attention with his wife. Tonight, Dara wants to travel around Jakarta. Bagas also wish his wife who only that. If you do not cilok, ketoprak and a series of other roadside foods Dara's other request is to be invited to get bored until you get bored.

"Which, stop first." Dara who likes to make surprises, now make Bagas ngerem suddenly.

"Okay, Yang. This I can hang you if you like the surprises like gini." said Bagas to Dara who did not feel guilty at all. His gaze even focused on the trader who was again selling the cimol.

"Cimoles. Let's go buy some cimols, Mas." Dara immediately got out of the car with Bagas who was still adjusting his breath and shock saw Dara running excitedly carrying his big belly towards the mas cimol who was wearing a cowboy hat.

Bagas shook his head, tomorrow it seems that he must go to a heart specialist to check the health of his heart that likes to beat hard every time Dara act.

"Mas, here." Dara called, waved his hands exactly mbak kunti again nakut-nakutin bikers who passed midnight.

"Yes, sweetie." Bagas immediately pulled over the car before he became the moons of the car behind him that had the sound of a horn making ears dizzy Bagas want to break.

"Here, you have to try cimol delicious idol a million people." Dara immediately gave a pack of cimol, which looks like tuyul's head only has color because it has been given balado seasoning with cowboy hats.

"Where's it sitting, Yang?" tanya Bagas was confused.

"Here-here." Dara patted the sidewalk and tried to sit down. Almost Dara recumbed because it was not strong to land his ass to the edge of the sidewalk if not held by Bagas.

"Geez, we eat in the car only Yang." take Bagas who is still standing.

"Here's why, Mas. There's no art to eating a cimol in a car."

"Yes, Yang. Eating tuyul's head like this I have art."

"Oh, I'm already. Don't protest too much. Cepetan here."

And for the sake of obeying the wishes of his mother duo gondrong who is not sure will be long or not soon after birth, Bagas finally sat cross-legged on the sidewalk.

After a few cimols that said Bagas like the tuyul head landed in his mouth and felt good he became addicted. In fact, ask the cowboy to immediately make again with a different taste.

"It's really good. You are an expensive food. Sometimes eat something like this, it's delicious. Merakyat." said Dara spirit. Bagas just nodding to agree while spending his cimol.

"Next time we try to make at home only Yang. You are a cook." proposed Bagas who seems to have been addicted to eating tuyul heads.

"Cowboy's skin makes what's the recipe for cimol?" ask Dara without embarrassment.

"Oh, easy Mama. Pake tapioca flour mix wheat dikit aja continue to add salt flavoring dikit pakein jug pepper powder. Bullet forms are new to fry." explained the cowboy relaxed.

Dara and Bagas become the spirit of four and five. While finishing their meal, the two chatted while laughing.

"Today we go to the supermarket, Yang, buy ingredients to make cimol" said Bagas eagerly who immediately embraced Dara quickly.

He was enthusiastic about choosing ingredients according to the recipe from the cowboy mas just now. Dara also bought another snack to stock the refrigerator he already wanted empty.

After the two of them immediately changed clothes. Dara already make a home-made dress of flowers that if the wind blows will grow making Bagas become on instantly. Puyeng Bagas head if it is. Bagas himself has made a tight black shirt and his subordinates color in matching color, a little tight and make something look a little protruding from there. Um, there is a standout but not a talent.

Both of them are very busy in the kitchen, Dara has used an apron that does not cover her stomach, but still maksa make. The bagas was stained with flour on the face. Dara ngulen flour while moving make something else so follow swinging. Udah Bagas not focus on playing flour want to play another one just taste.

"Well, it's already Mas. Bullet right?" .

"It looks like a tuyul head. Let's cook. I poured the oil out first."

Bagas ala-ala professional chef already nuangin enough oil.

"Don't enter the cimol, it's not hot Mas oilnya." Dara who saw Bagas already want nyemplungin cimol impatiently.

"Well, yang." Bagas directly insert cimol by cimol.

half mateng already, the color is very beautiful. Golden chocolate if said chef Juna, Bagas was already very excited but fit to lift suddenly a cimol-cimolnya on the jump and exploded in all directions.

"Revelation Yang! run! this is the pimol on why?! all the trance!" Bagas immediately brought Dara who was in trouble to run out of the kitchen. The sound of the pimols created explosions that made Dara and Bagas scared to death.

"Why is the cimol on the mosquito? why did it explode?" dara asked while taking cover behind Bagas's ass.

"I don't know who. Why did it explode like that?" Bagas who was still in shock because the Cimol exploded was still trying to catch his breath.

After the sound of the cimol exploding stopped. Bagas immediately looked at the kitchen door. He was shocked to death to see his kitchen was like the end of the cooking oil war. Carefully he turned off the stove fire. Dara did not Bagas allow to get closer afraid his wife slipped.

"Well, don't eat the cimoles first. They were already dead. It's not round anymore, it doesn't look like a tuyul head anymore." Bagas stared at the nano at the cimoles that had been lying on the floor. There is also a spoiled nangkring on top of the kitchen set.

Bagas took one cimol lying on top of the seasoning place.

"Enak. Even if it's not clear yet." He immediately gave half his bite to Dara who immediately bit him.

"Enak ya Mas's. But why is the cimol on the mosquito?" mooed Dara while staring at the cimols that lay on the floor.

"Udah Honey. I don't want to make any more cimoles. We'll buy it later. One wagon I buy later rather than make my own but explode like this." muttered Bagas with a mouth full of cimols. Just about to walk again Bagas even slipped to make the color so badly torn.

Bagas flailed the floor in annoyance. Regretting her pretentious cimol. Dara looked at her husband pity with her mouth still chewing the pimol. Because the cimol exploded their kitchen was full of cooking oil also resulted Bagas had to slip and the color so torn. Where her waist feels like it's going to break, poke all the flavors of her body. Failed the noble ritual of malem later.

Don't ask the jordi, he's been the choir from earlier. Hahaahahaha.