Kuntilanak Fetal Eater
As Ever Feel

Hadi came out of his room, his stomach started to rumble, he wanted to eat, but there was a sense of shame.

"duuuh.gimana Nih..? my stomach was rumbling" Hadi muttered, holding his starving stomach.

Hadi walked back and forth in the corridor of the room. Satria's room was still locked.

"what should I do, neh..? if you don't eat, you can't sleep all night" he said restlessly.

Hadi has an idea, he tries to send Satria a message. He began typing the satire phrase "sister, where is there selling rice padang tonight like this..?" then send.

instead of replying to Hadi's message, Satria night opened the door to her room."hunger ya..?" seductive Satria, with her sweet smile.

Hadi only grinned.but what can be done, if in fact he was hungry again.

"yuuuk.kedapur.kedapur.maybe there are ingredients that we can eat" said Satria while going down the stairs, and Hadi followed.

Satria uncovers saji's hood, but there's nothing there.

"Bi Rumi..? did he go home,..? because mom and dad are going to Japan..?" Satria monologues itself.

"it seems like there's nothing we can eat. At. We just buy yukk outside?" Satria said to Hadi.

Hadi checked the rice cooker, and found the rice there.

"this is kak rice, we just cook the side dish." said Hadi, while closing the lid of the rice cooker.

Hadi headed for the fridge, checking the ingredients. He saw a lot of stuff in the freezer.

"waaah.a lot of raw material.there is chicken, squid, and shrimp."

"it seems like my mother brother Satria deliberately prepared it" said Hadi happily.

Satria only bengong. "trus want to be flanked by materials iti..?" satria

"we cook fried chicken just hot. I know the ingredients and how to cook it". uvap Hadi with sumringah.

Satria raises both of her shoulders.

deftly, Hadi cooks it. mwsalthough a boy, it seems he is very accustomed to the kitchen.it only takes 20 minutes, he is ready to serve auam fried hotasan that is very fragrant and appetizing.

Fried chicken Kalasan, or also often called fried chicken galangal.it tastes very savory and fragrant.

Hadi served it at the dining table. Satria looked at him in amazement. "it looks like you are good at cooking..? why not major in Koki..?" satria.

Hadi smiled flatly. "I want to be a doctor, because I want to save many lives" Hadi said with a sad face.

Satria was silent.

"I have no doctor. There is only a midwife, but I am quite an adult. If no one will replace him, who will help the villagers if they are sick..?" said Hadi with great hope.

Satria was astonished to hear Hadi's reply. "really noble of your ideals may Allah grant all your good intentions. Aamiin" said Satria sincerely.

" wetter.." Hadi.

"Yuuuk kak.kita eat. dah laper terribly.." said Hadi impatient to taste his own cuisine.

Satria nodded, picking up a piece of fried chicken made by Hadi. As he bit and felt every catch of the spice, He fell silent.

"it seems like big brother is no stranger to this cuisine..?"

"where have you ever eaten it..?" satria was confused. He felt like he always tasted the delicious fried chicken made by Hadi. In an instant he was so fond of fried chicken Hadi cuisine.

"maybe mommy sister likes to cook it. "said Hadi.

Satria. He never saw his mother cook this meal."Mama prefers Japanese cuisine." said Satria.

"if my mother really likes this dish" said Hadi, while chewing his fried chicken.

"oh yes.certainly your mother is good at cooking traditional cuisine..?" Satria praised.

Hadi was so happy to hear Satria's praise for her mother. "So, chicken is her favorite food."

"said Mom, every time He was pregnant, He would not eat if not with this Kalasan chicken" said Hadi excited.

[Deeeegh.] Satria's heart was racing at Hadi's words.

"Does a pregnant woman have her favorite menu while pregnant..?" satria was curious.

as a candidate for obgyn, of course Hadi understands things like this. "Yes, if pregnant women like a favorite food when pregnant with her fetus, then later when the child is born, she also likes the favorite food she brought since in the womb" said Hadi explained.

"It's possible that mama kak Satria likes to eat this fried chicken when pregnant with her sister" said Hadi who continued to roam.

Satria was stunned to hear Hadi's speech. "maybe." he said softly

The gentle murmurs continued to greet his heart, for some reason He felt something so deep, yet He himself did not understand it.

Hadi was finished with his chewing and then cleaned his hands, while waiting for Satria to finish eating, he told me about Mother and her village.

"My mother is the most beautiful woman to me.. He has two beautiful eyeballs, pliable eyelashes.a smile that can make me feel shady." said Hadi while looking away.

Satria stopped her mouthful.trying to watch Hadi's every remark. His heart was so longing, no matter who.

Hadi's words were so attached to his memory. He remembered someone, who was always present in his dreams.

"Yet.." Hadi hung his words.

"However..?" satria said impatiently..

Hadi showed a sad face. "But my mother always shed tears.I often saw her crying during night prayers.it seemed like something she had been asking for." said Hadi with a sad face.

"is one day you can meet your mother..?" said Satria just slid away. He was very curious about the figure of Hadi's mother

Hadi rounded his eyes. "can brother. but our house is not as luxurious as the house of my brother. my father is just an ordinary employee."

"what brother is not ashamed of, having a friend like me..?" said Hadi Sad.

Satria shook her head, smiling sarcastically. "God alone does not compare one servant in terms of his wealth, but to his fear and who I should judge you by that." said Satria.

Hadi smiled when he heard the wise words from Satria.

"yes already, brother has finished eating. brother wants to go to the room first, pray isya."

"if you need something, just call" said Satria, moving from the dinner table, while cleaning the dirty dishes.

Hadi nodded, He so greatly admired Satria's figure.

****

Satria sat on her bed. He had just finished praying Isha.

He recalled all Hadi said when he was at the dinner table earlier.

"did Mama like hot fried chicken while she was holding me..?" said Satria lirih.why did I suddenly like the chicken made by Hadi.?" lirih.

"why is Hadi's mother like the one in my dreams.."Satria stared at the wall of her room.His heart was so bitter.

He felt something empty in his heart.Smooth murmurs greeted his body.

[kriiiiiiing.] mobile phone's voice rang.

He saw one incoming call from the country code +81 "Mama". said Satri lirih.

He lifted her up unhurriedly. For some reason, his heart did not feel a strong vibration when he was with his mother.

"Hallo ma." he said weakly.

"Hallo darling...how are you..? already eaten..? don't get late to sleep, don't wander." Jayanti said from across the phone.

"Yes ma." said Satria politely, although he did not have a strong vibe, only a little, but he tried to appreciate his mother.

"You sick, baby..? same miss Mama..?" cecar Jayanti again.

"no koq ma.. Mama's doing fine there..?" satria said calmly.

"Yes dear. Mama is equally papa a week in Umeda, there is important business."

"your friends are staying at home..?" cecar Jayanti's.

Satria sighed, "so Ma.."

"good thing.you have the theme.it's a long time ago, baby.. Love u Darling Mama" said Jayanti ended her phone.

"Love u to ma" said Satri weak.

He put his phone on the bed.."why my love for my mom was just a fingernail." he said, closing his eyes.

the shadow of the beautiful face was present.with her smile that so made her comfortable.two beautiful eyeballs... make her feel shady. "who are you..?" he said, then fell asleep.

****

alram reads. clock indicates 4.55am. Satria rushes up and goes to the bathroom.

He sanctified and took ablution.after that he held his alphabet. He performed the dawn qabliyatan sunnah prayer after that performing fardhunya prayer.

at the end of prayer. He asked the ruler of the universe to pray, in order to bring him together with the woman who is always present in his dreams.

in a different place, someone also increased his prayer, asking to be reunited with the person who had disappeared from him.

the prayers of the two men met in the sky, towards His Rabbi.