Nackal Duda
Making War More Heated

Utari

While cooking, Madam Inah accompanied me. He was already cleaning vegetables during the course so I just sliced onions and chilies and sauteed them.

"Non what cooking dance?" ask Mama Inah to know.

"Kale stir-fry cooking use tauco. Recipe from my late mother. Ma'am Inah calls him not Non Tari ah. I'm shy. Before getting married to Om Agas I was just a delivery girl soto, Mbak." I said while sauteing the duo onion until fragrant.

Ma'am Inah washed the kale that he had touched and gave it to me. "What does Mom have to call? Dance Mom? Fits tuh! Mr. Agas and Mother Dance."

I smile. I took the kale that Mbak Inah gave me and put it in the stir-fry. I poured the tauco and added oyster sauce. Do not forget to add a little water so that the kale is easily withered.

"If Mom is old, huh Ma'am? I was young though! What is suitable?" I seasoned my stir-fry until it felt right on the tongue.

"Not old. Would you like to be called Madam?" mbak Inah's.

"No! Nay! I'm not Madam. Shame I was called that! How did Yaudah call you Ma'am?"

"So the same as Mbak Inah? The call time is the same? Yes, I am mother."

"Neng if so. Fitting better."

"That's good. Neng Dance. It corresponds to the face of Geulis. Suit. Ma'am agrees!"

I smiled as I received the plate that Mama Inah gave me. I didn't pour all the kale into the dish. I took the tupperware and poured it for Mama Inah at home. "Make It Mother."

"Well why be Mama Haha who cooked Neng?" Ma'am Inah brought a plate filled with sauteed kale to the dining table. "It's supposed to be Mommy who's cooking."

"I cooked a lot, Ma'am. Just calm. Enough for everything. I'm going to cook Padang shrimp sausage. Wasn't she washed?" my many.

"Udah dong! Anyway Neng Tari just stay cooked. I've washed it clean and put it in the container. Just order!"

I smile. Back I sliced a lot of onions and cayenne pepper. Do not forget to add onions to the mixture.

"It looks like it's going to be really good Nih Neng. How does Neng Tari really cook?" ask Mama Inah. "Kalo Mbak mah Masakkin Om Agas who Mbak know. Warteg menu. Yes stir-fry chickpeas or eggplant dipedesin. This Neng Dance her menu varies."

I smiled while continuing my cooking. "Actually I can only gulp if I see this guy at the restaurant where I work. I've memorized how to make it but never tried."

"Loh isn't Neng Tari her job at the soto stall?" ask Mama Inah.

"That's noon, Ma'am. If it's a night in roadside seafood. Help serve and wash dishes as well. Even I work to take the laundry as well." I said while remembering my work before marrying Om Agas.

"What true? So much of his work. What about Neng's time?"

I put the shrimp in the stir-fry that I had thrown the hot sauce. "I'm his grandson after dawn prayers. I ironed it after coming home from the soto stall. I went to a seafood stall tonight. If there's no laundry I work at a stall near where I live. Do I work, Ma'am, as long as it's halal."

I smile. I poured my cooked dishes on the plate that Mama Inah had already brought. "Because my life is so cruel, Ma'am. If I don't work, Mom's house will be sold. But it turns out the edges are sold also the same Father. It was in vain actually my hard work all this time. But because of working to deliver Soto anyway I can know Om Agas and be his wife kayak now."

"What the hell is your heart made of? Okay, patience, never giving up. Mbak Inah pray that the Neng household will last and be given a baby. Aamiin!"

I put the cooked shrimp on the dinner table. Finish the dinner menu. I gave the shrimp side dish to Mbak Inah. Let a little important try.

"Thank you a lot Neng. Mama came home first. Dirty dishes and old cooks have already washed Mommy."

"Yes, Mother. Thanks!"

I took a bath and prayed Ashar. Dress up and be ready to welcome my husband home.

I cut the banana and fried it with flour which I added melted butter and salt. Snacks for Om Agas home. The cup contains tea bags and sugar I have prepared just pour hot water and then settle.

I decided to sit on the front porch. Bring my HP and read the message from my group chat.

I smile. This time I had a group chat. All this time I like to be envious to see my friends say, "Lo see not who is shared in gc?"

Where do I have any? My old school couldn't have an app. Every phone call just sometimes like to die because the battery has soared.

I saw the clock on my phone. It's almost 6 in the afternoon. Om Agas has not come home yet. An emergency arose within me. Didn't Om Agas come home today? Does Om Agas still like his bad habits before marriage?

"Wow! What else is on the porch? Waiting for her husband to come home from work? What wife is the security guard?" sindir Tara who deliberately approached the house of Om Agas in order to insinuate me.

I didn't reply. Just let him get upset himself!

"Tuh if you are restrained by that kayak, you can even go. People like something free. Kind of like Agas who likes a night world full of fun." he quipped.

What Tara said is not entirely wrong. Om Agas is so. My father-in-law also said it was like that. That was my hardest job as his wife. Straighten the life of Om Agas who is a mess because of the actions of Ms. Tara.

"Try calling! Your husband must be ready to have fun! Don't cry if there is a beautiful girl he invited home. You are nothing compared to that beautiful girl. The game in bed must be hot! You know what that is!" Tara's mom laughed at me.

Time to reply. If I keep quiet I think I'm afraid. Look at my revenge!

"Who else did Tara herself do it? Waiting for her husband to come home too? Be careful Maak, the husband was not too restrained later can go nyari another. If I'm not here just waiting for Om Agas. I read the chat from GC. If Om Agas comes home thank you, if you want to overtime also does not matter. Money to make me happy too! And the Om Agas problem brings another girl, I think Om Agas still has a conscience. He knows that he is married now. A married person is not good to bring the opposite sex to his home, as Maak Tara used to do. That's not good, Ma'am. Don't repeat at the wedding this time!" sharp, razor sharp. I don't know if my life makes my tongue sharper if I want to.

"You! Don't be so rude! Don't be proud of you! Agas still loves me! Until whenever Agas will never love your kayak village girl! Don't dream!" she said with a red face hueing with anger.

"Oh yeah?" I showed you my neck with the kissmark that Om Agas did last night and this morning. "This is a sign of love, Mother. I'm worth it to be given the same love sign Om Agas. That's why I got this." I rubbed my stomach in love. "May the seeds in my womb develop. So that I have junior Agas in my womb."

Ma'am Tara clenched her hand in annoyance. I know I'm making the war between us even hotter. It'sit's okay. Just so he stops bothering my new family I'm ready!

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