
Mala walked a little staggering, because of the drowsiness that was still left in her eyes. her head was a little dizzy, because her consciousness had not fully accumulated.
when passing through the living room, Mala saw a coffee glass money served to the father this morning, still in his place. but the contents have been reduced. "maybe the father was drinking." muttered Mala, said, then take the remaining black coffee glass.continue its steps towards the kitchen and put it in the sink container.
at that moment, Mala saw, the bones of the chicken he had collected in his breakfast dish, scattered. "what is the cat that smears it? but if it's a cat, it must be something it's eating. But this is not like a cat bite mark. however, this is just scattered.? about who did it" Mala muttered to herself.
Mala headed to the bathroom, cleaned her body.feeling fresh, and the sleepiness that was still attached was gradually gone.
after finishing his bath, Mala came out of the bathroom.when he accidentally saw the chicken bones that had been scattered, now again collected again like this morning.
bitter coffee in a used glass belonging to the father has also been reduced a little than he saw earlier. now the coffee is only half left." who drank it? can't it be dad?" mala was confused.
Mala intended to go to his room, to copy his clothes.at that time, he saw the father and the mbok was in the middle room, enjoying his favorite TV show.
"the father's coffee on the table why did you bring Mala's kitchen?" say to mala.
" yes, mr. Lagian has left a little, and it is cold anyway, later Mala makein again" Mala explained.
"lho? why bersisa? you're the one who drank?" ask me full question.
"wasn't it the father who drank his coffee?" because Mala saw already rested, so Mala brought kedapur" said Mala explained.
"who's drinking? lha, my father fell asleep while watching television.and almost Maghrib just woke up. that's because the mbok who came and woke the father." replied the father explained.
"trus, who's drinking?mala's eyes glanced at the mbok.
"is not the mbok who drinks. the mbok come coffee has been reduced? besides the mbok also do not like to drink bitter coffee, like sweet tea, replied the mbok defend himself.
"if not who's mbok? has anyone else come into this house?" mala said? "or bang Roni maybe, go home for a second, and watch us all fall asleep, she drinks her coffee, and goes to work again" Mala said, ending her speech, and perhi headed for the room, to get maternity clothes.
the mbok remained silent, because he saw who drank the coffee when he entered the house.
"dinner yuk sir, Mala? this is already the mbok readyin. there are leftover fried chicken made by the mbok this morning.there is also oseng tempe." said the mbok, while in the kitchen, arranging dishes at the dinner table.
Father and Mala who were busy watching television, moved from his seat, to the kitchen for dinner. moreover, the father and Mala who fell asleep until the morning of Maghrib, forgot his lunch, making Mala and the father aka mabah Karso very happy.
after finishing dinner, the mbok helped Mala, cleaned the dirty dishes.Wash it in the washbasin.then pile the remains of chicken bones into the garbage basket without a lid.
the mbok do it sincerely, because the child is only wayangnya still in recovery after miscarriage.
after finishing, the mbok following the guest room.
Mala walked carrying a tray containing two cups of hot drinks with different contents.Sago glass contains bitter coffee, one glassmlagi contains sweet tea.
"this is the bitter coffee, sir. Mala makein again.and this is sweet tea for the mbok." then Mala presented it to the Father, and the mbok, who was relaxing in the guest chair.
"thank you, Mala." said the father with a sarcastic smile.
"do not be too forced Nduk, you have not been so recovered" said simbok advising his son, while smiling to receive hot sweet tea given by Mala.
"just make you drink koq mbok, no need to worry" said Mala sincerely.
Father sipped his hot bitter coffee with so delicious.one third of the bitter coffee has entered his reluctance.
they chatted, while waiting for Roni to go home to work, but it was almost late at night, Roni also did not go home. finally the mbok and father say goodbye, to go home. the mbok promised that tomorrow will come again and cook a delicious meal for you tomorrow.
"do you want the masakin mbok what tomorrow nduk?" simbok said, while on the doorstep.
"emmm.know fried turmeric, the same tempe bacem yes mbok. sambalnya make sambal onion pepper, ginger.nahenya a lot of mbok. let warm. do not forget the five acids" said Mala spoiled, expressing his desire.
"yes.iya, tomorrow the mbok makein yes dear. symbok and pamit father go home first, yes. be careful at home. do not forget to lock the door." said Si mbok while peeping his daughter's head, while passing home, followed by the father alias Mbah Karso.