Mad Boss
What's Wrong with Chicken

Amidst the darkness accompanied by beams of light from the porch lights, Cindekia opened her eyes and wriggled straightened her hands. He was just in a room full of delicious food. But he had not eaten yet, he was already in his room.

Still remaining strawberry sauce flavor imagination in his mouth, he just gulped his saliva permeate how it feels to eat all the food that was in his dream just now.

Although only befriending the faint beam of light that entered through the gaps of the curtains of the bedroom window, he easily found a light switch attached to the doorpost of his room.

Instantly a white light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the room released photons after Cindekia connected it with an electrical voltage.

The girl turned towards the window of the room. He opened both of his bedroom shutters, displaying a dark scene. The sun is still below the eastern horizon at about twenty degrees.

"Are you going to keep it open?" there was an invisible voice coming from behind Cindekia.

The girl was shocked. He forgot that he was not alone in his room.

Smile, he painted on his face to see the figure of a man who last night said kabul in front of the ruler. "Yes, it's noon sir" he said as he walked closer to his bed.

Gamya sat down and stared out the window. The Cindekia family home is located at the very end of the north side of the village. Behind his house is a cliff covered with former rice fields arranged in terraces, but now it has been overgrown with rubber trees. To the east is faced with forest forests that have been touched, but not used as agricultural land.

The afternoon?

"Darling, it's still dark outside. What if an animal comes in?" Gamya got rid of the haircut that was blocking Cindekia's eyes, it was possible that the hair was causing his wife to be unable to distinguish day and night.

"Do you mean tiger or wild boar?" Cindekia, who had been sitting before Gamya, drew closer to him. His eyes were round wide staring closely at the two eyeballs that he had once avoided.

"Is there an animal here?" Gamya pulled her blanket and shifted her seat away from Cindekia.

Cindekia nodded and shifted again towards Gamya, "There are many boars. If you mate, you can meet a tiger in the forest,"

"Dear,"

"Yes?"

"We'll lose dawn if we keep sitting here,"

"Ah yes," the girl immediately got out of bed, "Finally still can't believe there's an idol ajusshi in my room, sir." he said just like that and immediately came out of his room.

Ajusshi idol? Gamya just stared at the astonished departure of the wife who had not yet fully become his wife.

Gamya follows Cindekia to a cubicle with an open roof that sits between the living room and the dining room. I don't know who designed the building.

"Ha.ha. take it easy sir, where there is a prank peeking. In the middle of the forest there are no people" Cindekia said as Gamya questioned the water cubicle that does not have a roof. If the full moon, the moon will be seen clearly while bathing. Of course there is a moon peeping.

Gamya also designed his house with an open concept, but not for private areas.

...π π π...

The short needle of the wall clock points between the numbers six and seven. There was the sound of laughter of chickens pecking at dried corn crumbs in the backyard of the Saladin family home.

Complete like an orchestra, the birds voice narrate to each other. Every now and then, Siamang adds his tone.

The sound of their joking jest is heard coming into the house through the window and between the gaps in the walls of the house made of an arrangement of wooden boards about two and a half cm thick.

The walls and skies of the dining room were filled with yellowed newspaper patches. It is certain that the newspaper was a publication in the eighties. There is a picture of President Soeharto looking at rice in one of the newspapers.

Gamya sat on the dining table chair while looking out the window right next to her. He watched the chickens carefully from behind the window. I wish I could read the chicken's mind.

A cup of hot coffee was still steaming on the table, and next to it was a few pieces of fried wood yam on the plate.

"kriet. diet.."

There was a sound of a crackling of the wooden floor as Cindekia passed in front of Gamya. The Cindekia family home is a wooden-floored stilt house. He served coffee to guests who had been chatting with his father in the morning.

"Daddy wants to eat chicken?" Cindekia had sat down before Gamya with her big smile. They are separated by a dining table that is painted yellow. Cindekia picked fried yams made by her mother who had been called Gamya.

Cindekia's voice distracts Gamya from the chicken, "You're going to cook for me, Sweetie? I'll eat whatever you cook."

"Ok sir," Cindekia passed.

He went down the stairs that were about a meter long next to the dining room, towards the kitchen.

"Darling, who's the guest talking to your dad up front?" cindekia's steps stopped in order to answer her husband's question.

"You mean Mr, Mr Isman?" Cindekia scrunched her forehead. There was no one else in his house besides Isman and Gamya.

"Oh, "Gamya nods his head. He forgot the driver's whereabouts.

His father-in-law still did not accept him as a son-in-law due to the misunderstanding created by him. In fact Gamya has not touched his daughter despite being a legal husband and wife.

"Wait a minute, sir. I cut the chicken first." Cindekia is gone from Gamya's sight.

Chicken chop?

"no!. khok!!"

Gamya put his head out the window to find out the cause of the chicken that was engrossed in a joke suddenly shouted.

Cindekia was under the window with a machete in her right hand and a chicken in her left.

"Darling what are you going to do to him?" gamya asked hysterically from above the window.

"You were slaughtered, sir. Keep cooking."

"Why are you cooking your pet?"

"Lho, to be eaten dong Pak, to be preserved to be cut."

Cut it? Gamya shuddered to see the other side of Cindekia who was known to be cute was slaughtering an innocent chicken.

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"Darling, you really cooked it," muttered Gamya sadly seeing the nameless chicken that had just met its end in a pot filled with boiling water.

Once boiled, the poor chicken is ready to be plucked.

Cindekia occasionally blows embers with bamboo shells to keep the fire burning. Despite having oil stoves, the majority of the population still cooks with wood.

There are also families who have gas stoves, but it is better to use wood obtained only in the forest. Traditional cooking methods are maintained for the sake of true taste.

"Darling, I'll." Gamya took the bamboo shell from Cindekia's hand, his intention wanting to lighten the cooking burden of his wife.

"OK,"

This was the first time the man had seen directly cooking with wood, so he wanted to try something that seemed easy.

However, things that look easy are not necessarily able to do. The fire that was alive became extinguished.

"he.ha. ha.." Cindekia laughed at her husband's failure to make the fire burn perfectly. "Calm down sir, even if the fire goes out, my love for you will not be extinguished." gently rubbed Gamya's cheek with her hand that just touched the dust of the combustion in the furnace next to the chicken stew.

"Baby, you're making me flutter," said Gamya smilingly releasing Cindekia's dirty hands from her cheeks.

"Ehem.. ahem, you two just stay in the room!" nuraini's sudden scream, stopping the movement of Gamya who would stick her lips on Cindekia's lips.