FORCED CHEATING
207SAVED RICE (PART 2)

Until late in the afternoon Mirza had not received the rice as coveted by his wife. Mirza has asked all friends and family, even to go around the complex to find out if there are complex residents who will be kendurian. Nil result! Last he contacted Riri, the sister-in-law even told Mirza to make his own kendurian event ngundang near neighbors so that his brother was the sampean cravings.

“Ngaco you, Ri. In what order try this handsome Masmu make kendurian event at home?” Mirza by phone.

“Ya in order Mbak Via pingin nasi kenduri lah Mas.” Riri chuckles across. “Abis how dong, I make also Ma'am Via will not want right? He wants the real pampered rice from the kendurian event. Yes why not make your own kendurian event?”

Mirza grunts. “Try you want-inget again, there is no one catering pesen same you make kendurian event?” Mirza is a bit pushy.

“Yes my God, I have not amnesia. This week I no longer have orders.”

“Heh...., yes deh.” Mirza Pasrah ended the connection. Seeing the wife who was alone with her phone in the room, she still looked sour because Mirza had not managed to fulfill her wish that sounded very simple but not easy.

Mirza pulled back, sitting in the living room thinking who else she was going to call. Firman, Yanti, Riri, Om Jaka, Denaya, Udin, Tia, Arya, even Khusni and Yana who were in Bandung were also asked, he asked, are there any neighbors or relatives who are organizing kendurian events today? Yes, if there is a Mirza who wants to go straight to Bandung to take the sagging rice! Is it really magical if you really like it?

Oh yes, Danar! Cetus Inner Mirza. It's just Danar he hasn't asked. Mirza had reached for her phone almost to Danar, but she was soon undone.

Nope! I can't involve Danar anymore for anything that concerns Via. Reject the inner Mirza firmly. Some time thinking, the day is getting late. Mirza's eyes almost clenched when she heard Via's voice calling out to her.

“Yes, what's up Darling?” Mirza rose to shift her position for Via to be able to sit next to her.

“Udah dapet not sagging rice yet?” Visible Via memelas.

“Not Dear. You ate something else first?” Mirza's rapture showed regret.

“So this morning I have eaten yellow rice, this afternoon rice sit, and Mas want to tell me to eat rice what is it again? Obviously all I want is saggy rice!” Via's getting upset.

“Nasi kebuli how?” Mirza proposed with a smile hoping his wife would agree. “Or cat rice, jamblang rice?”

“Ogah!” Via got up to the back to pick up the crop scissors in the tool cabinet.

“Eh, what do you want to do Dear?” Mirza is following his wife.

“Indeed I thought I'd like to do something with these scissors?” Ketus Via with his jutek gaze.

Mirza was silent, as a bad thing slipped in her mind. “Don't want to cut Mas's because it can't meet your request, right, Darling?” The worried expression was very obvious on Mirza's face.

Via grinning with a sharp gaze, “it seems like a good idea.” Slowly forward.

“Oh, no ….! Don't do it Darling ..., if you have your husband you'll cut off the future we're both grim.” Mirza's voice trembled somewhat with both hands busy protecting her most precious treasure. Via was right in front of him.

“Lebay! Mas's got me to cut, eman-eman!” Said Via with a pat on the left cheek of her husband and then sauntered away towards the exit.

Phew…! I should have known my wife couldn't possibly do such a ridiculous thing! Mirza breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he was about to catch up with Via but his phone in the living room rang.

“Ya, Om?” Greet Mirza after grabbing her dress.

“Eh Za, haven't you loosened rice yet?” Ask Om Jaka.

“Not yet, Via instead tambek tuh nyuekin me all day.”

“Nah really, the neighbor of my matrial store employees there are those who want kendurian tuh ntar malem.” Say Om Jaka.

“Totally? Yes ntar sagging rice for Via ya Om, please sayin. I pay you how much I want.” Mirza was so excited, she finally got some good news as well.

“Iya but the problem…. My employee is now again carrying sand out of town, like a little maleman home.” Om jaka was a little hesitant across.

“Ya no papa Om, if you go home ntar ask directly kendurian aja.”

“The problem is the problem is coming home at what time I also do not know, if the event has finished how?”

“Continue doing Om jaka do not tell me if it?” Annoyed Mirza.

“Yes, you want to go there for kendurian events? Kan quite tuh dapet rice kenduri will Menuhin ngidamnya bini you!”

“Why not Om Jaka who participated in his kendurian event? Kan who has a neighbor event Om Jaka employees?” Mirza even as good as her judat rummaged the Om.

“The problem is I do not know his neighbor, Mirza ....!” Om Jaka's voice also started to get upset across..

“Huh, the problems continue from earlier! Do not know also papa, instead of Om Jaka is usually the person who likes to be pretentious?” Mirza. “For prospective nephew Om Jaka .. yes, want yes?”

“Kok you maksa anyway? You know I won't tell you, my money!” Sewot Om Jaka's.

Mirza was silent, thinking for a moment. Keder also kalo kayak gini. The rice is already in sight but it is still not certain to be taken. “Aha! I have an idea Om.” Mirza said later. “Why do we go there together?” Mirza.

“Udah said I don't have to be the same person ,Za ..!”

“Yes let alone me, Om!”

“Yes, don't do that. Bye!”

“Eeeh..., briefly Om!” Mirza tried to hold back Omnya who wanted to end sambunyan “Do not get angry dong. Two people are equally unfamiliar with who have an event but if you go together it seems not bego-bego very Om. Could we go there for the reason of representing the employee Om who is busy. huh aka? What do you think of Om? Come on...., plis om...!” Cerocos Mirza full application.

Om Jaka took a heavy breath across. “It's up to you that way. The show ran out maghrib.”

“Yes, Om cuss just come home from the store yes, we go together.”

“Gue is home again. Please come to my house!”

“Oke, deal huh? we go together for kenduri rice.”

“Hem!”

CLICK IT!

“Yess!” Mirza cheered with excitement and immediately stepped forward to find his wife. “Sayang ...., Darling ...!” Pangil Mirza circulates pandanagn to the front page. Via wasn't there. There was no side yard vegetables. Mirza continued to the left side courtyard where his wife's mini flower garden belonged. “Honey, you are here ternayta?” Mirza smiled broadly at Via, who was busy pruning the stems of her bougenville flower plants that grew unnaturally. Since from a few days ago he wanted to tidy it up, a new name today sampean.

“What the hell is it, Mas? From earlier screamed his own splash?” Via was still with a stern look without seeing the husband.

“Mas has got sagging rice, Darling.”

Via meneoleh excited. “Truly, Mas?” Suddenly his face turned cheerful.

“Iya. Neighbors Om Jaka store employees who want to kendurian this mala. Mas want to go there with Om Jaka.” Mirza said with a happy look.

“Means Mas want to go to Om Jaka place later?”

“Iya, Darling.”

“I'm coming. I want to see Denaya, miss me as a baby. Can you please Mas?”

“Bby, Darling.”

Via immediately stretched out his hand to throw his arms around her husband, but Mirza first held him back.

“Wait Baby, get rid of your scissors first. Mas horrified.” Mirza Pinta.

“Ah, Yes!” Via throws his scissors at any place. “Still yes Mas, you already want to grant my wish.” Said Via holding her husband spoiled.

“Sama-sama Darling. “Mirza kisses the head of his wife. “Yes, you take a shower first. We are glad again let not kesorean.” Mirza broke off the embrace slowly. “Let this Mas continue while waiting for you to finish bathing.”

Via nodded.

One brief kiss she dived on her husband's right cheek. “I love you, Mas.” Via immediately frowned with a smile framing on her beautiful face.

Geez! My wife is just getting adorable! Pregnant women who one is the mood is very fast changing, a little angry, ngmoel, soon immediately act sweet and romantic. Mirza smiled as she grabbed the crop scissors and began to continue tidying up the stems of bougenville flowers.

At 5:10 pm they went to Om Jaka's house by driving a car. Via was unceasingly smiling at the thought that he would soon be eating his dream rice. Unbeknownst to him, feelings of worry began to tuck in the heart of MIrza. Mirza occasionally stole a glance at his wife who was staring straight into the street with a bright face.

“Eum, Babe.” Call Mirza.

“Ya, why Mas?” Via.

“Saking happy, Mas just thought nih.” Mirza was silent to see his wife's expression.

“Think of what, Mas?” Wonder Via.

“Emh, what if the sagging rice is not as you imagine?” Ask Mirza carefully.

Via was silent for a while making Mirza even more worried. “You know dear, penduri rice in a roll of banana leaves seems difficult to find in this increasingly modern era.” Mirza explained slowly, he tried to focus on his wheel even though his heart began to worry about his wife's response that could have exploded instantly.

“Yes, you really are Mas. But no papa!” It turned out that the response was beyond belief. “What is important is the title of kenduri rice, I have no problem what it looks like.”

Mirza was so glad to hear it. Good luck was on his side. Mirza's car had entered the yard of Om Jaka's house which was very spacious, Eh, the house of Pak Haji Barkah, that is, heheee... Denaya immediately greeted them when Via knocked on the door to say hello.

“Si baby catik my niece where? I miss him.” The first thing Via asked when he saw Denaya.

“There inside, still sleeping. Ayok, Login!” Denaya grabbed Via's arm leading him to his room. “Let's be back again he woke up kok.”

“Iya I want to carry him.”

“Hem, basic women! If you've met, you must have forgotten your own suama!” Mirza's murmur that feels chuckled.

“Eh, why are you mrengut that?” Om Jaka patted Mirza's pudak. “Mending we get ready to pray maghrib first yuk, already want adzan nih. Abis it ntar we immediately leave.” Om Jaka steps ahead of Mirza inside.

After Maghrib Om Jaka and Mirza actually went to the unknown man's kendurian pickle. Denaya laughs in disbelief listening to Via's story, her husband willingly goes with Mirza to fulfill his cravings Via.

“I'm sorry, Dena. So ngerepotin Om Jaka.” Via is rather sorry.

“No papa, Vi. When else can you ask for something strange if you are no longer pregnant?” Denaya smiled.

They then drowned in chatter that was more exciting after the magrib prayer, until the cute baby Denaya named Amara was awakened. Via was immediately happy to see him, baby Amara's team was filled with happiness.

“Happy really is he? Gemes me...” Via unceasingly stroked the soft cheeks of baby Amara.

Denaya smiled to see the happiness of Via. “In the near future you will also feel happy to have a baby, Vi.”

“Yes, hopefully my baby is also beautiful, healthy cute cute cute and adorable like baby Amara yes.”

“Eh, is it baby you girl?” Wonder Denaya.

“Oh yes, I do not know the gender.” Via laughed crisply. “Later I USG if you have entered 7 months aja deh.”

“Yes, the important thing is that you now take care of your health, do not be stressed and exhausted, so that your baby is also healthy and the delivery is smooth.” Denaya's Advice.

“Aamiin...”.

Not long in the sling Via, baby Amara already looks sleepy again. He immediately picked it up and laid it down slowly. From the outside came the sound of Om Jaka and Mirza had arrived. We immediately came out to welcome.

“Mas, have you gone home?”

“Udah, this try to see Dear!” Said Mirza who was very troubled carrying some saggy rice on the left right in her hand.

“Yes, how much is it Mas? I asked for just one.” Wonder Via.

“Craftsmanship Om Jaka tuh!” Mirza leaned her chin at her Om.

Om Jaka smiled broadly. “Gue the same story that has a wish if I pound again cravings penduri rice, uh given a lot, yes I have received aja.”

“But this much rice wants who to eat?” lamented Via.

“Ya taroh aja in the refrigerator, simple make until front.” Sahut Om Jaka.

“Bebeb! Ih, you know the habit of liking ngaco!” Newly appeared Denaya spray. “About dong, if not kemakan ya do not take all. Kan mubadzir too!”

Om Jaka sighed. “So actually earlier I also love the envelope with my neighbor Jamil employees, I said sorry because Jamil can not follow the kendurian again I told the grunt of sand. That's why I came with kendurian to represent him. That's me lakain as nosy as your man, Vi." Om Jaka does not want to be blamed entirely. "Eh his neighbor Jamil was even nagsih sagging rice a lot so, yes already the cave all say this for ponakan me who again craved, eeh. Time I want to refuse. Doesn't Hani Bani Switi feel good?” cerocos Om Jaka on Denaya.

Denaya and Via could only resign.

“Ya already let's eat sagging rice together.” Take Om Jaka to the dining room.

Tadaaa…..! via opened his bag of sagging rice with a wide smile. Although the rice container uses a plastic basket container, but Via is very happy. Even with the slack menu that looks simple and ordinary, Via also does not mind it. He immediately ate with gourmand. His heart was already happy, so he did not give any comments. Mirza, Om jaka and Denaya just look at each other with a smile exchanging to see Via enjoying the sagging rice.

Mirza had not yet finished her sagging rice, her phone suddenly rang.

“Mother?” Gumama Mirza watched the screen of her phone.

“Emak you call tuh!” Said Om jaa who also took a glance at Mirza's phone lying on the dining table.

“Lift Mas, who knows mom there need.” Via carried his used sagging rice basket back.

“Let me go, Vi!” Denaya.

“Lifting hunt! Why is diem aja you? I think your signal is very strong, you know if you are in my house?” Ledek Om Jaka's.

Mirza immediately grabbed her phone despite a bit of hesitation.

“Yes, hello Ma'am. Asalamualaikum ..”

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a. Want to make satay

b. Want to make a gule

c. Want to make a fuss

d. Want to make a fuss while making satay and gule

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