Creepy Stories Of Eszed
MOM'S SPECIAL RECIPE

“It looks like I want to go home.”

“What are these problems? You think the cost of going back to your house is not expensive?”

“Today Mom humiliated me in front of your family. He said I didn't need to be fed. As long as we're married, have I ever asked you for this money? I even told her to give her your salary, because I knew we were still hitchhiking at her house. I'm tired, Dad. I'd like to go home if this keeps.”

“Go home? Go home as your weapon. Then we'll just go home. Let me temper Mom now. That want you?”

“It just makes things worse. I invite you to talk to find solutions, not add things.”

“Saballah. Who doesn't want to have their own place? Just calm down. Help me to be patient a little more. No need to listen to what you complain about every day. Not to you alone, he is like that.”

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This morning a lot of families are visiting the house, right when my work is busy. This condition makes me unable to get out of the room to join them. Let alone have time to join the conversation there, time to sleep enough I do not have because of this work.

The sound of the clanking of the dishes and laughter from outside. It looks like they will eat together. There was a faint conversation from them from outside.

“Where's Firda? She was invisible from earlier.”

“Bias. He was very busy, either busy or lazy.”

“It's time for lunch. Just call out. He must have been hungry, it seems that from this morning has not eaten.”

“No need to take her out to eat. Just help no, why eat?”

It was so bad to hear you talk like that. If our lives are enough, I also do not want to work like this as a freelance Admin online store at home just to help the family finances. I also never asked for money to shop from Mas Abdi, even always asked Mas Abdi to give wages for freelance drivers for Mommy only, because he cooked. I can live off my own income and help with other expenses.

Every morning my mother screams in a loud voice in front of our window, this is, that is, just a little thing that is always complained to me. Yes .. only for me. That doesn't apply to Mas Abdi, because he's already immune. She was already immune to mother's hoarse screams that did not sound melodious at all in my ears.

God ....

Why did my life become like this?

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After that, I rarely spoke. Maybe Mas Abdi saw a little change from me. He took the envelope out of his pants pocket and gave it to me.

“It's for snack, Bun. I have more windfall than boss today.”

“Give Mom only, Dad. Later he is angry if his spending money decreases.”

“Mother I gave you earlier. Here's toyou. Shopping, sightseeing, to the salon, whatever. Do whatever you want to do.”

“What can?”

“Bby dong, babe. Whatever it is, it's up.”

I keep the envelope my husband gave me in our closet drawer.

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“Yah's... Cepet home yes. I made your favorite meat rendang.”

“Wah, tumblr. You're not cooking today?”

“So morning mom picked up Uncle. Looks like he's staying as usual.”

“Yeee…. It's good.”

After work, Mas Abdi ate my homemade rendang greedily. Maybe I should cook for him often.

The departure of my mother made me calmer and more often sit in the front yard of the house. I feel healthier from being exposed to the sun for five days. The house becomes cleaner and more organized, because all this time I only focus on the kitchen and do not care about the contents of the house that are not well arranged. Even Mas Abdi also said that there is a new atmosphere of fun here, Yes .. because I am the type of person who likes regularity.

"What cooking is today, baby?" Abdi called this afternoon.

"Goat soup, Dad."

"That's so good."

"Yes, the recipe from my mother. You must miss Mom's cooking, right?"

"Ah can you. I came home a little late. Today there's a task."

"It's okay, just let me know before you go home."

I cleaned up and waited for nightfall. After getting word from Mas Abdi that he would be home soon, I immediately prepared a dining table to welcome his arrival. She must love the food I made special tonight.

"Where, Dad? Not delicious?"

"Great son. Pray that my fortune will be smooth yes, let us move and Mother does not need to work anymore. More comfortable like this when Mother often takes care of the house."

"No problem, Dad. I'll get used to living here."

"Thank God. I'm glad to hear that. I think I'll be weaker if I talk to you often."

"Yes, Dad. I'm tired of having trouble with Mom."

"By the way, lately you've always been cooking good. All of this is expensive and luxurious. A lot of jobs, huh?"

"Not really, Dad. Just for the two of us."

"Oh yes already. So remember Mom's cooking."

"Why, Dad?"

"Tasting you today is very similar to the taste of Mother's handmade Goat Soup."

"That's from Mom's hand, Dad."

"Oh yes. This is my recipe."

"It's not just that, Dad. That was Mom's hand. Left hand. The right one I gave to the front neighbor of the house, but take it easy, Dad. The ring finger I still keep for mementos in the fridge."

"You're not funny ah, Bun"

"No, Dad. The money you gave me the other day, I used to shop for condiments and complements. I'll say whatever the time is. I thought it would taste good if the seasoning I bought, paired with the best meat."

"What do you mean, Bun?!" His voice is a little loud."

Suddenly Mas Abdi stood up from his seat to the refrigerator, then opened it. And he suddenly sat down limp after seeing the ring that you used to use still embedded in his ring finger in the refrigerator.

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➖ Sarah Eszed ➖