MARANTI (FOOD OF THE DEAD)
EPISODE 32: KOYO CABE

Mr. Herman is holding the Panji in his trunk. The man's eyes actually still look sleepy, but he forced himself to wake up because Panji at such hours it was time to wake up and play with his mother. The banner laughed gigglingly as it was carried by Mr. Herman, but when the man put the tiny baby on the bed to sleep again, the cute baby came back crying. Inevitably Mr. Herman had to hold her back so that the cute baby was calm again. Panji giggled as if he was mocking Mr. Herman when he was again carried by the man.

“Where are you going, Dik, this early in the morning? Not usually you go without saying goodbye early in the morning,” grumbled Mr. Herman when mocked by the cute baby.

“Aaaaaaaa!!” Panji instead laughed adorable when Mr. Herman complained like that.

“How do you even ngetawain father anyway, Le? I actually like to play with you, but especially this morning I want to sleep well because yesterday I was tired in the warehouse,”, Mr. Herman said to the little boy.

“Aaaaa!!” suddenly Panji's small hand punched Mr. Herman in the face and ended with a funny laugh when he saw the reaction of Mr. Herman who was shocked to get a sudden boxing attack from him.

“Ouch! You even hit the father anyway, son?” said Mr. Herman while putting a face melas in front of Panji.

Instead of making Panji stop the action, he instead patted Mr. Herman's face while laughing loosely.

“Ouch! Your father's face aches continue to hit,” protest Mr. Herman while kissing the adorable cheeks of the cute toddler.

Kissed like that, Panji cheered and stopped his act of beating Mr. Herman in the face. He then hugged the head of the adult man in front of him. It was as if the two men the father of the child were just making peace. Such a banner would like to show that he does not care so much about Mr. Herman's work. All he needs is a father's affection for his son from that man.

“Panji .. Sorry I rarely invite you to play. During this time the mother who always loved and accompanied you everyday. You will have to be filial to your mother when you grow up. Even though your mother was not the woman who gave birth to you, but it is very dear and caring for you,”, said Mr. Herman to the sinless Toddler.

“Aaaaa!!” Panji smiled again and made the man feel calm.

Suddenly the front door opened.

“Assalamualaikum ..”ucap someone while entering the house.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Mr. Herman while carrying Panji out of the room.

It turned out that the person who came was the Goddess Mother.

“Where are you, Dik? Tumben is out early in the morning?” ask Mr. Herman.

“Hm .. Anu, Mas. I was just from Mr. Ade's house,” replied Miss Dewi lying.

“Ngapain this early you to the house of Mr Ade?” ask Mr. Herman again.

“Pak Ade had an accident, Mas. She fell off her kitchen shelf,” replied Miss Dewi as she walked into the kitchen.

Mr. Herman watched as his wife walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife's footprints on the floor leaving the muddy ground. Curious, he turned to the sandals his wife had left at the door. Apparently the sandals worn by Bu Dewi are indeed a lot of mud. The man chased his wife backwards. Once there, he found his wife had just come out of the bathroom. Surely his feet that originally contained a little mud, now are clean and smooth.

“Why Mr Ade until the fall of the kitchen shelf, Dik?” ask Mr. Herman full of probes.

“Come, Mas. Maybe he was sleepy or was lacking concentration so he accidentally nudged the kitchen shelf. Sorry, but I didn't leave just yet. Fussy banner, huh? Surely Mas can not sleep well,” replied Bu Dewi while taking Panji from the sling Mr. Herman.

A banner like mrengut to Bu Dewi because it was taken from Mr. Herman's sling.

“Heleh-Heleh, you little ones can protest, Panji. Potang-Mentang keenakan gedong pak. Pity you so you can rest again,” said Bu Dewi to the tiny baby in his arms.

“Aside from Mr Ade's home, where did you go, Dik?” ask Mr. Ade again in an interrogative tone.

“Not there, Mas. I went straight home. It's there, just rest again. It's still six o'clock. Ntar, my delapanan clock is awake. Or Mas want breakfast first, it's done everything,” replied Miss Dewi diverted the conversation.

The woman began to be uncomfortable with her husband's questions that seemed to suspect something he was hiding. Miss Dewi certainly did not want Mr. Herman to know that he had just been angry at the tomb of Laras.

The woman also regretted why not wash her sandals and feet in front of the house before entering the house and meeting her super smart and meticulous husband. Madam Dewi almost told me the truth about what she did just now. However, the woman was still trying to cover up her lie despite being at the end of the abyss.

“Anu, Mas. Earlier, when I arrived in front of Mr. Ade's house, my feet accidentally went into the sewer because it was crowded with other residents who wanted to watch,” replied Ms. Dewi by trying to put on a plain face.

“Is that how many people are watching, Dik? Until you're mired in the gutter?” ask Mr. Herman.

“Banyak, Mas,” replied Bu Dewi again lying when he did not know for sure the situation at the house of Mr. Ade at that time. She tried to cover up her lies in front of her husband.

“Certain, Mr Ade was rushed to the hospital or how?” asked Mr. Herman again makes Miss Dewi more confused.

“I-iya, Mas. Brought,” replied Bu Dewi stammered because he did not know the true condition of Mr. Ade and did not know also whether Bu Nisa's husband was brought to treatment where.

“Ooo .. Was there an ambulance in front of Mr Ade's house?” ask her husband again.

“Aduh, Mom. My leg hurts all of a sudden, huh? Please carry the Panji first, will you? I want to take a koyo in the room,” replied Miss Dewi while pretending to endure pain because she had run out of sense to serve the question Mr. Herman who was getting more detailed.

“Iya, Dik's. Here I carry Panji,” replied Mr. Herman while taking Panji from his wife's arms.

After handing the Panji to Bu Dewi, the woman pretended to walk a bit limp into the room to further convince her husband. After arriving at the room, the woman also heaved a sigh of relief because she felt free from the questions launched by her husband.

“Mas ... Mas .. You are asking me in detail?” rutuk Bu Dewi in the room while observing his face in front of an ornamental mirror in the room. The woman did not rush to look for koyo because her leg was not sick.

While engrossed in enjoying freedom in the room, suddenly Miss Dewi was surprised by the presence of Mr. Herman behind the door that was visible from the glass in the room.

“Have you installed the koyo, Dik?” reprimand Mr. Herman.

“This is still alive, Mas,” replied Bu Dewi while opening one by one the drawers on the ornamental table.

“If koyo cabe is there, Dik, in the top drawer,” said Mr. Herman.

“Koyo cabe? I'm looking for the usual koyo,” replied Miss Dewi while continuing to open the other drawers.

“If your feet really hurt, better koyo chili, Dik. The heat is more pervasive,” replied Mr. Herman.

Miss Dewi noticed her husband's words. He remembers the last time he wore hot coyo chilies to make the woman couldn't stand it. He is the most sensitive skin when faced with koyo chilli. But, if she does not obey her husband, she is afraid that her husband suspects that he does not really feel pain in his legs.

“I-iya, Mas, I want to use koyo chilli only,” replied Ms. Dewi while opening the top drawer where koyo chilli is made.

With a heavy heart, Miss Dewi took a koyocabe from the drawer and took out one sheet of the most hated thing. Mr. Herman was still behind it and observed the woman who tore off a sheet of coyo chili and taped it to her leg which he said was sick.

Nyes!!!

A sense of heat began to attack the legs of Bu Dewi when the koyo chilli he attached to his calf yellow langsat.

“Ouch! It's so hot! Why did I just play foot pain in front of Mas Herman. Ow hell! Very hot koyo fucking this!” rutuk Bu Dewi on himself.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ade has left his original position. The man chose to hold Panji to leave the living room and take the little boy outside the house to enjoy the warmth of the sun. There was a triumphant smile on her lips as she left the hot-tempered Lady in front of the dresser. Sure enough, Miss Dewi is currently suffering from heat due to her own actions. The beautiful woman's face grimaced in the room. He was busy waiting for the hot effect of the koyo chilli to disappear. Had Mr. Herman been there at the time, he would have laughed out loud at his wife's amusing expression holding the heat at her feet.

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