Sacred In Stain
Trowel

Chapters 121. Trowel

Do’a-do’a is solemnized. Led ustadz who used to fill the study of science at the house of Ghaisan. Continued cultum completes the joint do’a event which is closed with congregational Isya prayers.

After Isha, everyone gathered together to eat together full of familiarity. Full dishes arranged neatly ala lesehan in the middle room, Yudhis who asked to eat this lesehan style, said he wanted a meal together more felt family.

Decak amazed the compliments on the menu served sliding from many mouths. Unless Syafa who did not praise, continue to be surly, taking a little food under the pretext of dieting.

Proudly Yudhis said that some of the dinner menu this time was handmade by his wife. Praising Khalisa's cuisine is heartfelt.

“Ayam grilled spices it is special made by Khalisa, it tastes delicious, has a characteristic. And the most delicious cuisine is sambalnya. Whatever sambal Khalisa made is all very good, there is no similar taste in even expensive restaurants,” said Yudhis excitedly, so some people, especially the men, finished eating.

Aloisa chimed with excitement as usual, admitting Khalisa's sambal is indeed as good as that. The beautiful doctor even began to issue his mainstay seduce, ask for a prescription, want to make the same sambal in his house later.

“Simple cuisine. Thank goodness if it fits everyone's tongue,” said Khalisa who sat on the left of Yudhis, look relieved also happy to be praised so blatantly.

This was the first time a compliment was made to her in front of a crowd. Because in the past there was only ridicule and insinuation without anyone defending whenever Dion and his family brought him to gather with many people, whether it was an event with friends, neighbors, and relatives.

Syafa is getting windy. The sparkle of love from Yudhis gaze and sentence to Khalisa emanated a real glow around. He clasped the thigh of the grilled chicken that had been eaten in half with fury. Although in his little heart admitted, that the grilled chicken that had partly been swallowed was indeed very delicious, fitting spicy, pas savory.

Khalisa went to the kitchen, about to take a dessert dish that was being prepared Bi Dijah as well as Ceu Wati. Shafa who saw it pulled away from the living room, followed to the kitchen for nothing.

“Bi, the pudding is cut?” ask Khalisa on Bi Sejah.

“The pudding has a sense of pandangan? I knew that Bang Yudhis did not like any food that tasted pandanus. Last year I made a pandan birthday cake for Bang Yudhis, and he apologized for not being able to accept it, he said he did not like the taste of pandan.” Syafa appears in the kitchen, smugly, ignorant, interrupts the conversation uninvited. “Aren't you his wife? But the taste of her husband does not know,” nyinyirnya cynical on Khalisa.

Bi Dijah who was pouring hot tub tea into kettle teapots stopped his activities. The corner of his eyes tapered sharply at Syafa. “Cant not kruwes it's his mouth. Mayu face and hijaban but the same attitude naudzubillah talk!” muttered Bu Sejah slowly despite growling, kamit kamat grumbled.

Khalisa who intended to lift one of the dishes containing the pudding, put back the large plate. Since then he tried to be friendly as a host even though Syafa continued to ketus on him. Keep the attitude in front of many people, because his attitude and ethics as a wife must have an impact on the image of the husband.

“Oh, yes? You see, Bang Yudhis never protested with whatever menu I made or served for him, everything was eaten and said delicious. Even yesterday the Bika Ambon pandan cake that I bought and served was eaten voraciously. Thanks a lot, you already know. Understandably, I have not long known Bang Yudhis, not like you who may know more about the food that my husband likes and does not,” said Khalisa emphasized the word 'my husband.’

Khalisa's tone despite low boisterousness, clearly patented ownership, while strengthening his confidence. Although to be honest he is also an ordinary human who at times can be ignited emotions if constantly provoked.

“Times anyway?” Shafa nodded in disbelief. His eyes are accusing. “Not to brag!”

“All that is because Den Yudhis love heavy same Neng Khalisa. So, even foods that are not liked as long as Neng Khalisa presented certainly feels good for Den Yudhis. Such is love,” Bik Sejah who had been itching to reply to Syafa's sentence, join nimbrung while giggling baper. The delivery does sound sweet, light, joked, but certainly piercing for Syafa.

“Again also nothin if Neng Khalisa not really know what food is liked and not by Den Yudhis as well as Neng Syafa knows. A person's appetite is not always absolute raw all the time. But clearly, the size of the cell*na d*lam Den Yudhis is only Neng Khalisa who knows best. And of course Den Yudhis told me things like that only his wife, will not be the same as other people,” continued Bi Dijah deliberately, wanted to touch Syafa a little.

“Ish, Aunt.” Khalisa said while blushing in shame, inversely proportional to Syafa whose face was red was not accepted to lose.

Seriate.