Reyhan, My husband
Memories of Fried Eggs

Time shows at four in the afternoon. Nayla walks to the kitchen. The activity that she has done for a few days while staying at her husband's house is to help Ma'am Nana cook. Although he was not very proficient, still amateurs, at least Nayla had tried. All familiarize themselves.

"What do you want Nana to cook?"

Ask while looking at the prepared materials. There are eggplants that have been cut into pieces, there are tomatoes that have been finely chopped, some chili grains, There are also garlic onions that have been peeled.

"Let me guess, cook eggplant sambal tomato, right ?"

"Haha, you know mbak, yes kemaaren Rista said again want to eat my eggplant oseng..

He said he was kangen, had not made eggplant for a long time. Just finished today.."

"Ooh, but I helped you... Besides eggplant oseng cook what else mbak? let me handle the other menu"

Nayla asked enthusiastically.

Silly indeed. In her own home, Nayla rarely even entered the kitchen area. Now at her husband's house, her hands itch when she smells food while her hands don't move.

"There are four menus anyway mbak for later tonight, there are eggplant stir fry, kale oseng, egg fried chicken ungkep same egg. How about if eggplant stir-fry same to his chicken let my business.." Ma'am Nana replied trying to find a middle ground. "You fried an egg, huh mbak? There the eggs are all the same as the chives.."

Nayla turned to follow the direction of Nana's hand. Right, there are already eggs and chives that have been finely chopped. Nayla's eyes sparkled at him.

Why is he so excited about being in this house?

Fried eggs, right? Easy, Nayla can really if only fried eggs.

Then Nana continued her sentence.

"Well, can you not stir-fry?"

It's a hard one...

Nayla is riding a horse. "Haha, I'm trying to, I don't think you're learning, but make the spice yes,"

"Okay Ma'am..." Canda Mbak Nana accompanied by her broken laugh.

Cooking begins.

Eitsa. Don't forget to add the leeks before frying.!

Speaking of eggs, Nayla remembers when she was a child. Still Primary School. Almost every morning the sarapanya is a fried egg with a lot of chives, and added sweet soy sauce on top of the rice. And strangely, Nayla's lips never get bored with that food at all. Almost every day..

Especially when eaten with hot rice. My God, it's like beating the cuisine of a restaurant in a five-star hotel. I feel like wanting again and again.

Including food that is common, actually, all Indonesian people would also like. Except for the anti-egg....

Not only that, but it used to be

When Nayla was a child, Mama Riana very painstakingly fed her every morning before Nayla left for school. While nagging the unclear style of mothers, because the confused little Nayla looking for a pair of socks.

It's a little kid forgets...

Therefore, every time the school came home the socks were placed in his place...

Anyway, if the breakfast does not run out do not love your pocket money

Nayla smiled wryly remembering it.

Ahh, Nayla is kangen Mama..

Left daydreaming, the same spanulanya wok was his own work gaes. tuh see, do not feel the eggs are perfectly cooked. Very satisfied with the results of his own fritters.

"Well, where's the kale.?" Nayla asked while looking for the next material to be executed.

"That's not cooking.. Mbak Nayla later daydreamed...

Almost an hour ago you fried the eggs.."

"Book?" Nayla said she did not believe it. Then he saw the clock on the wall. "Gosh..how long can I cook it...?"

Mbak Nana chuckles mockingly. Nayla's hand reflex rubbed her nape. Embarrassed.