Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD231B. Sudden hunch

"Here, Papah." He showed me the ongoing call. 

"It could have been Ajeng who used the phone number papah, the cake this afternoon using the number Givan bang." I don't understand why Canda used her husband's phone number. 

What he was thinking, so that I wouldn't suspect a phone call going into my husband's call log. I got a lot of negative thinking, because Ajeng was there. 

"Hallo, Pah." Gavin touched another icon on his phone. 

"Yes, Vin. Later there, Mr. Waluyonya, Papah used to throw in him. Papah rarely follow the price, because it is complicated to take care of coffee here too." Papah Adi's voice was clear. 

Oh, did Gavin touch the speaker icon? 

"believe it?" He looked at me and took a long breath. 

I nodded weakly and was about to return to the kitchen. Kirei fell asleep again, taking his nap three times for a short time. Only in his sleep after the morning shower, he slept long enough. 

Ajeng problem, can not be allowed to continue. It must be quickly resolved, then Ajeng returned to his original place without disturbing my household again. Besides I was jealous, I was afraid my husband would turn away from me. At the beginning of our marriage alone, he often pulled the name Ajeng. 

"Yes." He hugged me from behind, I was finishing work in front of the stove. 

"Yes." Yeah." I try to look back. 

But instead, it stuck with his lips. 

"Father ask us to go home, tell it to be resolved so Ajeng goes home." 

There it wants, friendly pantes. But I also want to suggest this, so that Ajeng does not disturb our household. I don't care if he comes to see Cali, but I don't understand why he needs to talk directly to my husband. Ajeng still has something to do with Cali, not with my husband. 

"What's the problem?" I turned off the stove. 

I let go of his embrace, then walked in search of a bowl to move my cooking. 

"She panicked and said papah, papah did not know what the problem was." He leaned against the wall, with his hands closed watching my activities. 

"Oh, jude. Book a ticket." I showed him a bowl of my cooking. 

"Okay sip." He showed me two fingers. 

"It's delicious, take the rice, ma'am." He took over my cooking. 

I saw him eating the tomatoes like he was eating a sweet wine. His eyes closed, then he shook his head. 

"Dine, Mom. Cobain." He sucked into my mouth. 

"It was cut, Yang. That's huge." The thing is, I'm afraid the tomato is sour when it breaks in the mouth. 

"Ah, nye**** legacy weapons only login all the way to p*****nya." He forced me to devour his feed. 

"But this is delicious, Bang?" I hesitated to devour that half-withered tomato. 

"Boyou, cobain. Don't***, but chewed. The seasoning, the tomato flavor, the steady times." 

Finally, I got smitten. About the taste, not so bad as starfruit wuluh and tauco. Processed leatherback wuluh that I often eat is an asem vegetable with sour taste of leatherback wuluh, a substitute of Javanese asem. Only one or two grains are used, it does not feel like a burning starfruit. Vegetable asem belimbing wuluh, often cooked by mamah Dinda. He said, in Cirebon it was commonplace. 

"Enak sauteed kale anyway." I finished my chew. 

I don't intend to taste it anymore. 

He laughed amusedly, then put the stir-fry on warm rice. I went to the kitchen, to get him some water. 

"How do you do it? Is it doyan?" I cooked on request from him. 

"Doyan, I'm an all-eater. But do not like vegetable chicken, chicken village doyan. Eating chicken is also processed, but less tasteful so eat it. If the cornet knows, usually cut the onion, the same garlic chili. Then, the year is crushed and sauteed with the spice. But the seasoning entered first, the difference is do not love water because it even become a vegetable later." He put the rice and side dishes back in his mouth. 

"It's cool that his name, just say the scrambles know it anyway." Uh, he laughed off. 

"There is the name of cornet, sometimes the variety of presentation is rolled using spring rolls, but there often use tortillas. Do you know tortillas? Kebab leather tuh." 

It was so slow he ate. I'm glad to see him eating my cooking. 

"Look! Long live in Brazil. You don't know this, you know that." I imitated his voice. 

He laughed and then scooped my face. 

"Well to yuk, Mom? I'm helping you." The call is unfortunately uncertain. 

Many of which we use, probably all driven by us. 

"May, let alone the new recipe?" This can be a reference to your cooking menu at home. 

"Casskin skin made urab, ever not? I used to be at the boarding school to be given that meal, Mom." He laughed with embarrassment. 

"The black one, that dirty cake." I remember the look of cassava. 

"Not that, the whites. If you peel cassava, it's a thick cake, right? Well, that black skin was scraped. Later it looks white skin, continuously peeled from the flesh of the cassava. The initial shape after peeled it looks like a pebble that has not been cut into small pieces, but thinner he. It's delicious, Mom." He showed his thumb back. 

It seems, the children of mamah Dinda are born vegetarians. According to Canda, herbivores, he said. 

"Later in Aceh try to cook it. There's still more processing?" I'm propped up by my chin watching him eat. 

"Jengkol, Mum. Call Safa, order two kilos."

Finally, back to the menu. Honestly, the jengkol cook was lazy to boil it. Spending gas, because it has to take hours to make the jengkol soft. I once processed it here, in fact the hunt was shaking because of hunger, impatient wait, finally fried chicken also finally. 

It was late afternoon to buy tickets. At night Gavin hesitated again because in fact Kirei was not fit. Kirei woke up in the middle of the night, bathed in sweat and crying coughing. 

"Fear of Adek getting sicker, fear of fussing also on the plane." Gavin was always on standby at night when Kirei was fussy. 

"Kok I'm thinking about going everywhere?" I rubbed my neck. 

"What's wrong? Has Kirei fallen before?" Gavin approached me who was sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"It wasn't a fall, but I suddenly thought about the blood tie between Kirei and his biological father. There's still something like that, because Kirei keeps worrying." Suddenly I thought so. Because there was no fever, but Kirei was crying all the time. Okay when the flux, but before Kirei had been sick and not this fussy. 

"I'm sorry, Bang? No offence. I'm just talking, I don't mean anything else," I added later. 

"But why Ken? I mean, what's that cake in the soap opera? There was an accident, kept the one at home fell in a glass or a plate. If there was an accident, from yesterday there would have been news. Kan Kirei is sick three nights from now." Gavin was still swinging Kirei, with Kirei's head on his shoulder. 

He did just that, he said to let Kirei breathe a sigh of relief. 

The ringing of my phone is bothering me. I glanced at the clock, before receiving this phone call. It's not natural why families call in the middle of the night like this. Just imagine, one o'clock at night. 

"Duh, the mind is more chaotic. Try to pick up quickly, Mom." Gavin watched my phone screen turn on. 

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