LOVELY LAMINATINGRUM
CHAPTER 184 (THE SHAPE HASN'T CHANGED BLAST)
Our car continued to drive on this road that could not be said to be good, the car continued to go until we met the crossroads.
“Keep it mas Dogel if turn left it to the village said Mr. Tembol lost it mas, but in our time KKN the village exists and many residents also” said Winna
“Iya I remember this road, on our left there will be some kind of lake huh nak Winna?”
“Ada sir, the lake is haunted, no one dared to play there except certain people sir, he said there is a beautiful female demon sir heheheh” said Chandra
“Iya I know son, even the woman had time to come with Dani, she likes Dani hehehe. The woman is the sister of Mak Nyat Mani himself” said Mr. Tembol
The car finally arrived at a village gate. The village gate that still looks good paint, surely this makes the children of KKN.
“The gate of this village every year always changes color and changes shape mr. hehehe, because there are those who do KKN activities in this village heheheh” said Chandra who can now smile beautifully
“We just go straight to the mbok stall Nah son, because it's already this afternoon son, I'm afraid that we are kesorean outside the house mbahnya mas Dogel” said pak Tembol
After following the directions of the three women named Winna, Chandra, and Chinta. Finally we arrived at a food stall in a village some distance from the town settlement.
Food stalls that mugkin arguably not good at all, but do not know from the cuisine, the proof is pak Tembol and these three pelempan until the cold eat here again.
“MBOK NAAAAAAH.....” cried Winna when seen inside the stall there was no one at all.
“Let's go to his house behind Win, who knows he is taking a nap kayak usually it's hihii” take Chandra to Vienna Vvo
Finally the three of them who headed to the back, it turned out that behind it was the owner's house, so the three women headed straight towards the back.
Not long later there were shouts of excitement from inside the house behind the stall, they were met with mbok Nah who was behind the house.
“You guys can get hereiii it lhoooo. How's storyanyyaaaaa?” said the rather fat woman who was wearing the negligee
“Mbo Well, we are together with Tembol kesinya mbok” said Chandra
“Who else is Mr. Tembol mbak, I really do not know” said mbok Nah who apparently did not know Mr. Tembol due to historical changes made by Mr. Tembol and the children of Soetopo
“Ah mbok Nah, anyway we are here just kangen the same mbok Nah and mbok cuisine Nah hehe” said Chinta
“Mbok Well cook what today “ ask sir Tembol suddenly
”Nganu sir, uh I cook not eggplant, fried fish, sambel terasi, same tempe know sir, how pak njenengan want tho pak” tanya mbok Nah
“Wis any mbok Nah, anyway I miss the same cuisine mbok Nah amazing it. let alone sambelnya hehehe” said mr Tembol
“Lho was dad ever here to? Kok I have forgotten the same father” mbok Nah
“It is not necessary to remember again mbok, hehehe” sahut pak Tembol
“Oh yes do Dogel, please mbak Bashi is given fried fish nak” tell mr Tembol
Bashi's mother, who was always in Dogel's arms, was a quiet cat, she wouldn't have asked for food if it wasn't for Dogel, or if she was really hungry.
The cat is different in nature from other cats, he also rarely meows if not necessary, the cat always adorns his fur if exposed to dirt even a little, in contrast to the cantankerous cantaloupe, never had a bath always rotten.
The three women were in the stall , they helped mbok Nah to prepare the dishes and others, and the strange woman named mbok Nah was horrified.
His manner of speaking was strange, snapping, and his voice was always loud and shrill high, until I was confused that he was a human or a railroad follower.
“Heh kids, have you met Totok in town? He would have moved to the city a year ago, he also said that he would look for you, he said he misses you guys hihihihh” said mbok Nah
Instantly, his originally gayeng atmosphere suddenly became stiff. The three women met face to face, the three of them were confused about what to answer with the question.
“We never met mbok” replied Winna suddenly with a brief
“Wah cookingya mbok Well this is indeed amazing ya hehehe, not changed from era to era” praise pak Tembol
“Wah father iki lhoooo, kok can se from era to era iki you know, I will be in this era only sir hehehe by the way I feel like I have seen until yes sir, sir, but I forgot I ever met where pak” is
“Yoweesss, uh mbok well ever know whose name is Pak Haris ndak, he is handsome kayak netherlands so” asked Pak Tembol Suddenly
“Oalah Haris a strange person who likes clean helpers, that person is always everywhere sir, yes here in the cliff, in the village of Br next door too, he said, anyway he always volunteered to clean the house and yard. Kok sampeyan can know the same name Haris pak” tanya mbok Nah
“Meet in Gebang, but reportedly she is from here?” pak Tembol fishing mbok Nah, because no one knows where Haris iu comes from
“He was a strange man sir, suddenly just appeared here, then slummed to sleep in the mushola, then there are residents who tell him to clean the yard, because diligent and handsome, he said, finally many residents here who use his services to clean their homes pak”
“Lho means the case is the same as Rochman eh Totok dong mbok Nah, Totok is also like that, he suddenly came here and dangled too right, right, then he stayed in a house until he met these three students heheheh” pointed Tembol sir to Winna, Chandra, Chinta
“Lhooo sampean kok can know the state of both of them anyway, wah wah medeni ikiiiiiii, until this is actually who is pak” said mbok Nah with his confused face
“Hehehe I've been here mbok. So strange also yes mbok between Haris and Totok can be the same so the fate of” Pak Tembol he seems to have started to find bright spots related to Totok and Haris.
“Oh yes mbok, here there is a named Marwoto no?” ask Mr. Tembol who increasingly makes mbok Nah almost fell unconscious because of the question Mr. Tembol hehehe
“Please, he is our elder, we have great respect for him, call him by Mbah Woto, not just Marwoto's name!”hollering mbok Well suddenly
“Hehehe yes mbok Sorry, I have to meet him is still young and I always call him mas To hehehe” said Mr Tembol again
“Eh can know where his home is mbok?” ask Mr. Tembol to mbok Nah
“Sampeyan this makes me confused sir, I am confused with your order, then I also feel ever know with this father, but I forget where and who this father” said mbok Nah
“You follow this road, later on the right there is a mushola, forward twenty meters, then ask the residents there Woto” house Mbah said Mbok Nah gave an explanation
“We finish eating first the children, only then we visit a good friend of the father in the past named Marwoto, but you three should also know you know, you know, because the three of you had time to find the Woto house with us” said Mr. Tembol
“Waduh, sorry sir, I do not feel familiar and know his name mbah Woto” sahut Chandra
We continue this lunch until the end, and after that we will find the house of this village elder named Mbak Woto
“Mbok Well, we say yes, sometime we will come again to taste the cuisine mbok Well again” said Winna and finally we say to go to the house Mbah Woto.
“In the front there will be a mushola son, later after the mushola stop first, let me ask the residents here To” mas house said Mr. Tembol
“it pak in front of itukan mosque sir, all of us pray dhuhur also pak” said Dogel
Finally before we go to Mbah To house, we do Dhuhur prayer first together in this village mosque, I just come without knowing who Mbah To is, but if it is good and can help us.
“Pak, there are fathers who walk, ask the man first sir, who knows he is his neighbor Mbah To” said Dogel who is always with mbak Bashi.
Mr. Tembol approached the fathers who were walking towards the road that led to the house Mbah To.
After chatting with people who were on the road, finally Mr. Tembol returned to where we were waiting in front of the mosque.
“In front there is about twenty meters there is a house with a bamboo fence that has many ornamental plants, it is a house of mbah To said the man asked it” said Mr. Tembol.
Car in the direction is slowly a few meters ahead …
“Pak, it looks like his house that yes pak” pointed Winna at a permanent house with a bamboo fence and various ornamental flowers around the bamboo fence
“Stop here first nak Agus, I want to ask the owner of the house is it true that the house is the home of Mbah Woto”
Mr. Tembol went into the yard of the house in front of us, after knocking several times, came out an old man, then they both shook hands, laughed, and then hugged.