Pariwanya Si Boru Panggoaran
not about food

"Maybe it's new or still in clothes" said Dira.

Finally, Dira immediately said goodbye to the room, checking her husband's condition. Apparently, the husband had just finished wearing clothes, Dira hugged her husband from behind, giving a warm hug that morning.

"That's the habit of ngagetin!" said Defan, while reaching for Dira's hand, bringing Dira's body in front of Defan.

"Lunch in, huh?" tanya Defan, looking closely at his wife, while asking to wear a tie.

Dira nodded, his hands cleverly pairing a tie that was the same color as her husband's shirt. "Get in at 10 am, Bang!"

"Oh, yaudah means I'll go alone!" defan said, then snatched the wife's thin lips for a moment, after the tie was neatly attached.

Both of them stepped towards the dining table, Defan immediately smiled when he saw his two in-laws were already sitting casually. In fact, Defan's gaze focused on seeing so many dishes on the dining table.

"Well .. so much breakfast!" defan said, staring in amazement as he circulated his gaze, then turned his head towards Dira.

"That's Mamak cooking, Bang not me. How could I cook that much in the morning." Dira chuckles because Defan has hinted and believes that the cuisine is not the cuisine of his wife.

How could it be, Dira wanted to bother early in the morning to cook that much. Moreover, every morning, he prefers a simple breakfast rather than having to bother cooking good food with various menus.

"You're so guessed!" racau Defan softly, then got one blow from his wife.

"Come, eat!" rosmah's Word.

Defan pulled a chair for his wife and he also sat down next to Dira. Before long, they dissolved in breakfast food that morning, the breakfast menu is stir-fried meat and stir-fry vegetables and some companion menus that were prepared by Rosma according to the stock in the refrigerator.

There were some potatoes and crackers, Rosmah turned them into potato balls and fried crackers for their breakfast friend this morning.

"Repot this time, the host prepared this breakfast. Though let Dira cook it," joked Defan, chuckling to melt the silent atmosphere.

"No papa, Hela we only stay here once! It's nice to cook breakfast for you!" beber Rosma, pinning a wide arch at both corners of the lips.

"Often ajalah, Host and Amang stay here, let our friends!" defan timpal.

"Where you can, Hela has a lot of lae-laemu to take care of at home!" answer Rosmah for what she is.

"Yes, I almost forgot!" call Defan:

Then they all eat the food with pleasure, Dira also just this time to taste the cuisine of the mamak after a long time missed the results of the cuisine. In fact, she thinks her mom's cooking is the best she's ever eaten.

"How, Dir can you cook?" asked Rosmah, after finishing her meal.

"Hehehe .. not yet, the most simple cook is!" reply Dira.

"Must learn, Boru! If the woman must be smart to cook and can serve her husband so her husband is not busy looking for food outside. But it's not about food!" sergeant Rosmah, pinned a signal in the conversation.

Dira seemed to think the meaning of the words of the mother. However, little did he catch that a wife should be able to cook so that her husband would not look for another woman who was good at doing that. "Depart me to learn!"

Then, Dira also waved at her husband. Likewise with Rosmah just smiled when she saw the departure of her husband.

"Be careful, sir," said Rosmah.

Defan and Sahat stepped together towards the elevator, and the handsome man asked his father-in-law something. "Amang, would you like to be delivered?"

"No, Hela! Amang, just take the train so it gets to the factory faster!" sahat.

"Judah, Amang then I say goodbye!" defan said, kissing the back of his in-laws' hands to say goodbye after they arrived at the parking lot.

"Be careful ... don't forget to find the con!" evil Message.

"Calm down, Amang! Today I've ordered my men to look for the perpetrator" Defan said, smiling, and the two parted ways in their vehicles.

Defan gets into the car, while Sahat rides the bike. They were busy with their respective activities and soon passed away from the basement floor of the district.

***

"Sir, just calm down, do not worry about the fraudster, maybe later can be found Bang Defan!" said Dira, while tidying up the dirty dishes on the dining table.

"Hopefully, Boru will quickly resolve this issue, let our money back!" please Rosmah.

Dira immediately washed all the dirty dishes and the remnants of the equipment used by Rosmah for cooking. While Rosmah helps to sweep the house and tidy up all the equipment in the room including the room they sleep in.

"Boru, was your husband angry, when Mamak asked for the money?" chirps Rosma, the two are talking while each is busy doing their activities.

"No need to worry about it, 10 million means nothing to Bang Defan. He will not be angry for the needs of his wife's family anyway" Dira said, smiling at his mother.

"Thank God, you're not feeling good about asking you for money but because of the urgent situation you're forced to do it!" regret Rosmah, bow down in shame.

"I understand, Mom! The problem is that you do not have to think, if it is necessary, just ask for me, do not hesitate. As long as there's a certainty I'll send it!" tukas Dira's.

"Yes, Boru! Mamak apologized for not being able to make you happy can only be troublesome!" racau Rosmah's.

"No papa, my mother is still a makakak. As long as it can help why not?" hardik Dira, chuckles small so that his mama does not continue to grieve.

After completing their respective tasks, the two of them sat in the living room and relaxed while watching the flaming television. The beans still continue to shine the balls of potatoes that have been cooked by Rosmah because at breakfast, no one touched the food

"This potato ball what's the recipe, Mom?" tanya Dira, looking at the mother waiting for an answer.

"So usually make the peddle only smaller-only made round shape. The flavor is also the most easily garlic, red onions are mashed with the love of chives so that the more fragrant," said Rosma.

"Oh .. That's why, I'll try to make my own snacks. If Bang Defan likes him a snack like this!" reply Dira, staring at the bead stick of the mother.

"Yes, make it if there's time. Don't be lazy at home!" firmly Rosmah.