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" Ah yes, that's. We need to talk a lot more Sholeha, you have time?" sholeha said later, after finishing her laughter.

" Em, it's up to Mas, Sholeha can be at any time" he replied a little calmly.

Sholeh seemed to be thinking, "We'll just talk about your house then"

Sholeha nodded faintly, her ever-active brain surmisingly returning to work. What's the matter ? this is the first question that comes up.

" Okay, I'll see ya !" sholeh said later.

Sholeh stepped away first, while Sholeha was still busy hearing the questions popping out of her head.

***

Just now Sholeha turned off the motorbike engine, the roar of the father's motorbike also arrived behind him. Seen from the uniform of his office that is so shabby and sweaty, Civil Servant was changed office during holidays like this. In his garden, Sulaiman had just returned from there. With a set of bananas that began to turn yellow, his face looked radiant.

" Where are you from Nduk?" Sulaiman also turned off the motor, taking his banana.

"Since interracial mother najai "Sholeha opened the door that was not locked, following the father who continued to walk into the kitchen.

"Tumben Father until this afternoon?" tanya Sholeha offered a glass of water.

" So home, Dzuhur left again" he replied after finishing his drink.

Rest for a while to finish his tired and sweat before he takes a shower. So also with Sholeha who is preparing to clean the house and maybe will cook later. Simple activities that everyone can, and not infrequently that with full of struggle to cut the feeling of laziness that is always ensnaring, such as Sholeha which is relatively a little lazy but still forced. At least realize one thing better to do than leave.

One room that is so sacred to Sholeha, namely the kitchen. A place that always makes him realize his mediocre ability and never increase despite having often tried. His struggle to recognize the ranks of the spices and spatula family are so diverse, making it still continue to be confused. Especially if this place is not the mother who continues to be her companion feels more confusing, too rigid to work alone here. Well that's how Sholeha judged herself, not the slightest ability to be proud of from this place. If only make warm tea with melon slices he is already reliable. Maybe Sholeha just lacks confidence, and does not believe in his ability.

" What cooking is this afternoon?" he said while opening the refrigerator that slightly reduced the stuffing.

His right hand flipped the carrot with a little hesitation finally he took it out of the refrigerator. Sholeha remembered her promise to make Fatih nugget that time. Actually Sholeha said it origin, she had never tried to make it herself. Because he often saw Fatih eating nuggets, so he tried to persuade him at that time. Incidentally there was still a bit of chicken meat, and other ingredients. Sholeha seemed to think, then she looked at the clock. " Are you in a hurry?" he said when he found the number four pointed by a long needle. " Can you?" mumbling again.

After being satisfied to weigh, Sholeha finally took her phone as her trial rescue team this time. On the screen scroll his phone after typing the word nugget as his search keyword. " Duh many steps too, to afternoon ndak ya?" said again. Sholeha took all the ingredients out of the refrigerator, again making sure everything fit the instructions on her phone. Sholeha started by peeling carrots, in the midst of trying this new recipe. Sulaiman came neatly dressed in his clothes. " What cooking is nduk?" tanyanya while looking at Sholeha.

Sholeha smiled slightly embarrassedly, "Try to make a nugget sir, make Fatih" Sulaiman nodded his head, then left.

" Sir, !" call Sholeha then.

" Yes, ?" Sulaiman stopped in his tracks.

" Please pick up mom, I'm afraid Sholeha won't be able to".

"Yes. Just keep cooking!"

Sholeha smiled, seeing her father's very encouraging reaction. If he does not remember his promise to Fatih, he also has not intended to stir the entire kitchen with his own hands. Carrots and chicken meat that has been mixed well with spices and other ingredients ready he steamed according to the instructions of the recipe in his phone, he even turned the vidio to more detail. " Uh, hopefully so" he said excitedly.

While steaming his nugget, Sholeha also tried to prepare the dinner menu later, just that the contents of the refrigerator are not so interesting taste. Sholeha opened the hood, checking that there were no side dishes left. " Well, there's no leftovers. Cook what dong?" he said he was sad and added to the confusion.

Sholeha opened the fridge again, stopping at a fairly full egg shelf. And the choice fell on the egg balado for tonight's menu. It was not why he would try to remember the way his mother cooked as usual. Perhaps the responsibility of being in the kitchen, Sholeha intends to double her work. " Who are the eggs again, tomorrow you must cook another" he murmured, laughing.

His footsteps were so soft and slowly circled the entire kitchen, Sholeha trying to control all of her sacred territory at this time. I don't know what made her so excited this afternoon.Sometimes her rancid lips hummed a little, channeling how excited this time around. " Oh, I have to prepare the panir flour as well. " Soleha opened the storage cabinet. Ensuring carefully, if it is true or not the material he is holding, then he flattened into the container. His eyes looked back at the clock, he was afraid his mother was coming home and he had not yet gone to pick her up. Not yet to call, there was a sound of motor roar from the front of the house. " Oh, it's ready" he said, and resumed cooking. His steamed nugget looks already lifted, he eagerly finished the last step, "Well, his nuggets so pretty savory gini keribo" he laughed with excitement. Sholeha is very entertained by his efforts this time, if only eat artificial Ayu he is not as good as this see nugget. He just kept muttering in excitement, feeling his efforts were successful and impatient to try it. However, it seemed like he had to finish his ballad egg immediately. Store the nuggets in the freezer and continue making seasonings.

For a long time he occupied himself in the kitchen, although there were only two menus that he managed to complete. Sholeha still seemed busy, until her mother returned home. If it is not so proficient it is, everything is done so slowly and carefully.

" Sholeha is busy Buk, from now on has not been exhausted from your kitchen. It may have been a broken ship there" Sulaiman continued when his wife had just got off her bike.

Fatma smiled, "Tumben. He immediately went to the kitchen, confirming what the husband had just said.

Sure enough, the little girl was busy cleaning up the entire kitchen that was so messy. " Have you finished ?" he said while looking at a skillet that has not been lowered from the stove.

Sholeha was a little surprised, then she grimaced feeling caught in rioting in her mother's territory. " Mom, Sholeha does not know how good it is or not, Sholeha has not checked the taste" he explained to the horde of eggs that he has not served. Ms. Fatma took the spoon, feeling her daughter was in need of comment and input from her.

" Em, this is good. Tomorrow rehearsal again to be exactly the same as Mother's!" he took a serving plate and helped finish Sholeha's busy life.

At least he must also add one vegetable menu to complement his dining table. As usual, Sholeha is also deft to help and clean everything there.

***

" Sir, change clothes first ah, fire it too. We wait" said Fatma. " Wong kok grasa grusu it" she said.

According to what the wife said, Sulaiman returned to the room for a while. When he came down from the mosque, he felt so hungry and was a little curious about Sholeha cuisine. Sulaiman returned immediately.

Not yet bribed, there was the sound of greetings from the front door. Instantly Sholeha was surprised, remembering Sholeh's promise to come.

" It seems, son Sholeh it" said Sulaiman when he heard the voice of the guest.

" Just take a meal Buk" he ordered then at Fatma's mother who opened the door.

While Sholeha ran to his room, not to dodge, but he was indeed in a disrespectful state with his negligee and messy hair.

While in the room, Sholeha was confused looking for her instant hijab, not to mention she also had to replace this shabby negligee. " Uh. How can I forget, but it was only this afternoon the agreement." Sholeha grumbled to herself in front of the glass. He sat back down to the bed, adjusting his breathing so hunted because of the rush. " If you don't come out, you must be angry with your mother" he said again.

Choosing to change his clothes with a more polite one, although still the same type, a longer-sleeved negligee that is looser and of course still a little new. Not true negligee namu gamis floral pattern, he used to call it negligee. Sholeha took the time to unpack the contents of his closet and found the stash of clothes. Without delay, Sholeha came out of her room.

Seen Sholeh already sitting neatly next to his father, sure enough he did not refuse his mother's offer earlier. The more somersaults just the heart of Sholeha at this time, added to the case of the egg balado is not convincing. He secretly regretted himself, why not more leverage when cooking earlier.

Sholeha took a breath so subtly, afraid to sound Sholeh and seemed to sigh disliked. Sholeha sat beside her mother, right in front of Sholeh.

Without a special greeting, Sholeh immediately started after Sulaiman also started to enjoy the food and of course Sholeha hoped that no one would mention his cooking this time.

" Keep the rice, don't hesitate. Incidentally Sholeha who cooks her eggs, rarely she wants to go down to the kitchen itself" said Ms Fatma offers.

This time the angel did not accept Sholehah's prayer. Directly sagging his tense shoulders, limp has no grip.

" Yes Ma'am, " answered Sholeh so briefly. Then looked at Sholeha who was still bowed.

After moving from the dining table, to the living room Sholeh again sat with Sulaiman, just a little chat. " Yes Le, I want to go inside first. Sholeha again make tea, just wait" he said goodbye.

Sulaiman also understood that there were many things that Sholeh and her daughter would negotiate. Not to mention they are not likely to make an appointment outside the home, considering they also have different activities, what else Sholeh is so busy. It makes room for both.

The smell of lemon soaked in warm tea so subtly greeted her nose, it felt like she was ready to meet Sholeha, her future husband. Slowly his feet stepped on the tile that somehow felt so cold at his feet, and Sholeh looked very much waiting for him. " In drinking Mas, not too hot" he bargained with Sholeh, he also sat across from the teak chair.

" Thank you, "Sholeh drank it even a little.

Sholeha watched him faintly, while waiting for Sholeh to start his chatter.

" Em, what a characteristic it feels like" said Sholeh suddenly. Without putting his glass on the table, his eyes narrowed trying to store the taste in his memory. Sholeha still seemed silent, "Is it because it was made by the future wife?" sholeh said later. Sholeha to the point of embarrassment, lazy to respond to Sholeh's words.

The two seemed silent for a while, then Sholeh started it first.

" Soleha. Actually I'm still wondering why you don't want to have a reception ?" the first real question Sholeha could also guess. " It's not because of shame to marry me, is it?" added suddenly. Kontan alone Sholeha shook her head. What is this question, so unpleasant to hear, inner Sholeha.

" What do you mean, I don't like that" he replied slightly pressing the end of his sentence, a sign he strongly denied.

Sholeh smiled, "I just thought, you're so young anyway" Sholeh was a little teasing.

Before continuing his reply Sholeha took a breath, she realized her slightly tense attitude and might just cause a misunderstanding. He knew that Sholeh also needed to assess his current answer. Trying to think slowly and try not to offend adult men who are very difficult to guess the contents of his brain.

"In fact Sholeha has no reason to avoid it, only I think the time is so tight. Sholeha can not do many things in a hurry, what else this is an important event" he replied more and more softly at the end of his words.

" Oh, thank God, I think you're ashamed to marry me. And sorry for being in such a hurry to get married"

" No, no, nothing is wrong. The most important thing is the deal first, right? then it can follow. And I think it's a lot of work to put off because of this marriage, so if it's not a lot of preparation it's a little bit of a sholeha rush."

" Sholeha, I'm not that busy. Again, it would be nice if we all just reception, so that all relatives also know if we have become family. "

" Em, Sholeha does not lie if you want a good event after the wedding, but Sholeha can really delay. We can do it after Lebaran alone, after all we marry fasting, right?"

" What can't be thought of anymore, when all the girls always ask for something special on their happy day?" this one question was enough to make Sholeha pause for a moment. Somehow this question made Sholeha think differently, as if Sholeh had asked this question to someone else. Or he misunderstood this question. " We think again yes, I also want you to be like that" Sholeh added later.

" Like that, is there this question also in others before me?" spoken without hesitation from Sholeha.

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