Love Coiled Stains
Rendang jengkol

"Don't think of nothing" Riko said with a smile looking at me who was looking at her with a slight wit.

"I mean just want to make sure you're okay" she replied casually.

"I'm sorry if my presence makes you uncomfortable"

"I'm the one who should apologise for thinking nothing"

"This is my business card. If there's anything or need help, you can call me" she said, giving me a business card.

"Okay, thank you"

Riko passed away leaving me who was still astonished by the young man's attitude.

"Suddenly nongol, then go" My mind shook its head.

***

The beginning of my closeness with Riko was when my mother visited the provincial capital of Riau it was indeed usual once a month if I was too busy working and chasing targets, it was very common, my mother always came to visit with my father.

If they come, I get the most delicious food in the world, how not, the most reliable chef about cooking for a child is his mother. Where from he small cuisine the first he tasted is the cuisine of his mother. So too with me. There really are no two dishes of my mother.

I miss my mother's cooking. What else when mom brought me my favorite dishes are jengkol. Though for some people it is a food that is not liked, there are even some people if the smell alone has made her dizzy and nauseous. But for me it was the most delicious meal of all if it was processed by my mother. This time my mother brought me rendang jengkol.

Wow it is very happy to see the food that my mother brought when she arrived at my boarding house was opened and eaten by my mother. The stomach that initially did not want to eat and full immediately became very hungry when smelling a distinctive aroma derived from the food that has the Latin name Archidendron pauciflorum it.

"It can fail my diet" My inner self

Santi had seemed stunned to see me .eating a meal that had that distinctive aroma. Of course he behaved that way because he didn't like eating that.

"Oh yeah, what the hell's good to eat that for?" Ask her astonished.

"I don't know either, but what makes me addicted is that the sensation of biting this food really makes me opiate" said sticking a jengkol in my mouth

Back I saw santi grinning like disgust at seeing me like that.

I admit that when I met that meal, I could forget the land. Even I ate like a person who had been hungry for a month for not finding food back then.

"Rea, this is the rendang he ate". My father said while thrusting a plate of beef shawl in front of me.

"Oh yeah, this jengkol tastes better than anything"

Well of course for food lovers it must know if eating is not stir-fry, then it can be a substitute side dish.

Hearing that my father was so enthusiastic about devouring the meat in his hand. Without thinking of the side effects he would experience later.

"Dad, remember" Mother reminded.

"Calm mom" replied Dad casually.