Sam
Lousy

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Sam actually made a submission to the Bank. He used Wulan to help him. Because wulan's husband heads a bank. He thought it would ease the process.

"Yes, I can, I can, Sam! But how about the process, if tomorrow my husband is on leave."

"Some, you are this. There's just

The submission yes do not take this day. The pinjem money is one hundred thousand. Can be waited by the clock. Sepenacne dewe!"

This time, only Sam realized it was true what his cousin said. Make Sam finally, delay the overly coercive desire.

Maybe it's not time yet. Until there are many obstacles like this. Sam thought disappointedly. The shoulders had dropped like they were losing their spirits.

No matter how hard we try, if God has not willed, there will be no way. Like it's true.

...*...

While in other parts of the city, Nada is still busy with some orders that are increasing only.

Wanna refuse. However, the windfall does not come twice. Tone is just afraid of disappointing customers.

Even yesterday Nada has made a story' "close order". However, orders continue to come. Alhamdulillahot.

"Healthy, healthy, body. Yuk spirit," said Nada encouraging yourself.

"Mbak Nada, I want a chocohip." The new kalista immediately sparkled as soon as Nada was adding chocochip grains on top of the dough that had been lined up neatly on the baking sheet.

"No way, yeah. Not fasting?" noda Nada to her cousin's little girl.

"Anyways, Kalis wants this."

"Okay, means buy dong. Where's money?" Tone increasingly became tempting the little girl.

Make Marnie remind.

"Don't make people's children fussy, Na."

"You chocohip? There's conditions!" Tone wiggling index finger while glaring ignorant.

Kalista nodded in spirit.

"Bantuin Mbak loves his topping, dong."

"Can, can. Can dong," answered Kalista steady, make Nada review smile win. I got an assistant.

Today is the last day of fasting. This means that later in the evening after praying Isya, all people who are observing fasting in the month of Ramadan will meet with the echoes of takbir that reverberate throughout the world.

Even so, Nada is still busy with making orders that live several jars.

[Many orders, nih,]

One message from Sam made Nada comment on a smile. He put back his phone after repressing a laughing emogy on Sam's message.

It is very desirable he expressed his happiness by sending emogi sparkling eyes with love sign. However, he broke it.

He's ge-er again.

Yep. That's just the communication that Nada and Sam do. No serious talk. Just follow each other's activities from the SW they upload.

By late afternoon Nada was still struggling with solatives and scissors. He's packing the last order kuker.

Not to forget, he made sure if the kuker yamg in the pack had really been cold. Tips from a variety of sources, make the Tone follow that way well. The goal is clear, because if the kuker is packed in hot conditions, eating will be able to make it emit steam. Until, the steam that cannot come out makes it moist and can make the cake not crispy.

While Marni busy herself with special dishes ahead of the holiday. Hardi also has his own busyness with painting the front wall of the house. Wall paint that has been peeling age, it is time to change.

"I'm busy still remembering Uti's message," asked Nada after she gave a quick glance at her mother who was making apems.

Apem is a food made from rice flour that is left over overnight by mixing eggs, coconut milk, sugar and tape and a little salt and then burned or steamed.

Some also make other versions. Foods made from a mixture of starch, rice flour, young coconut and other ingredients are not only delicious. However, this cake also holds interesting cultural and historical values.

"Yes ... Wellingane wong tuwo. Yes kudu remembered, same done, to, Nduk. Yes, it's called a parent's message. Yes it must be remembered and done, Nduk."

"Some people don't wear it, but, Buk." Tone said as far as he knew.

"If you're later, yeah whatever. If ibuk, yes still still can not ninggalin which has become customary. Habits. Afraid that something is lacking and then the feeling will be bad."

"Listen to the meaning of daleeem, really, yeah, Buk." Tone is done packing the order hampers. And now quietly watching his mother who prepared the side dishes.

"Where are you going to get it or cod? Street, real race, you know, Na. Be careful if it's cod." Not bored Marni reminds her child of her puppets.

Tone checked his gawai for a while then he put it down again after fiddling for a while. "You're taken he said, Mom."

"Apem means forgiveness." Marni continued frying Apem. The woman glimpsed at the watching tone.

" The word apem comes from the Arabic language that is “afuum” or “affuwun” which means forgiveness. In Javanese tradition, the apem cake has a philosophy that is 'please forgive the creator'."

"Emang cannot be equated, really, Buk. Between customs, traditions are the same as the laws of their religion. Everyone has their own weights." Nada began to understand the traditions of her mother.

" It depends on us to use it. Some say weird. Yeah ... That means they don't know what it means." Marnie gave an easy explanation.

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Takbir who echoes into a beautiful tone during Sam's trip to Paklik Kusno's house.

"Sam is normal, Ma. Don't worry." Sam said as his mother called saying her apology. Because again and again, the mother did not have the opportunity to celebrate the feast together.

"May you get a mate soon, yes, Sam. Let's have a friend."

"Aamiin," said Sam solemnly. I heard the voice of my mother trembling.

Once at Kusno's house, Sam immediately parked the matic motorbike in the garage. The Avanza belongs to his father as well as two other motorcycles owned by Revi and Ilham.

Although Kusno had reminded Sam to bring home his papa car, he was still very comfortable riding a motorcycle rather than riding a car.

"This is the one in the obrolin coming." Siti's voice greeted Sam's arrival as soon as he entered the kitchen space. Because the crowd came from that place.

"Wihh, age panjanngg," said Reva.

"Bakal rame, nih, home."

"Lik Kus, where's Bulik?" sam asked as soon as he took Bulik's hand for him to kiss the back of his hand. Ignoring his cousin-cousin.

"Still in the mosque" replied Siti.

"What's this?" ask Siti as soon as Sam puts a large tote on the kitchen table.

"Second to tea, Bulik." Earlier Sam took the time to give parcels in the minimarket.

Siti flicked her hand. "You're this bothering. Sugar is the same tea that you brought early fasting still."

Sam smiled. "Yes different, Bulik. It's a feast day."

"Hampers is funny. It's not possible to make it yourself, is it?" Revi checked the details of the hampers Sam brought.

"Learn to do it, Rev. Lebaran bouquet, birthday. Rame again, now."

"That's a good idea, Mas. Too bad yesterday I haven't thought." Reva's in the chat.

"This is why we talk. Let's eat first." Siti has interrupted her son, daughter-in-law and nephew.

"I'm waiting for Paklik, aja, Bulik."

"Hunter will be hungry if you wait for your lik!"

"Ono opo, tho." Kusno's heavy voice from the middle room made their attention diverted.

"Nahh, finally ... Eat too." Reva is speaking.

"Lho on the wait, tho!" Without guilt Kusno laughed and sat in his chair. "Let's eat first, trus takbir in the mosque."

"It's still takmir to, Paklik?" ask Sam who has now scooped chicken opor.

"Yes, just finished." Kusno scanned the whole table.

"Lho buk, this is already opor, where are the ketupatnya?" Kusno turned his head full at Siti who was pacing back and forth. Preparing the dishes less.

"Not ripe yet, sir. Wes, how it used to be." Siti dipped a plate filled with rice complete with chicken opor and tomato chili on Kusno.

Occasional small talk is still there when one family has eaten his fast which is delayed quite a long time.

"Where's the grab list?" Sam finally came to the business of Ilham.

"Udah mas, this morning has been activated."

"Don't let the account forget or die. Because login is hard."

"Yes, Mum." The conversation is no longer awkward between Sam and Ilham. Especially since Ilham took the initiative to help paint his workshop. There's Reva behind it all. The two-bodied girl persuaded her husband to take Sam's heart. He just wants all the ingredients. One of them with the relationship between his family can communicate well. That'sthat's all.

At the same time, in a different place.

Atar was so clumsy that she was forced to drive her mother to take a kuker order at Nada's house.

"For a long time no see, yes, ma'am," said Atar's mother so shook hands with Marni.

"Yes. I rarely go to the market. Prefer shopping at a mobile vegetable handyman. "

"Yes, same. Wes lazy jostling. Only if you want to need a lot, yes, wes live cring. Orders are coming." Atar's mother's voice sounded carefree while her son was already scratching his head. Lousy.

"You ngicip kuker's a wedok boy. It's lhoo..." Selorohan Atar's mother this time very disturbing in the ears of Nada. However, Tone could be anything other than just a stiff smile.

Nada had already brought her mother Atar's order on the table. Hope there won't be much chatter at length anymore.

"It's all wong ayu." Atar's mother held Nada's shoulder slowly.

"Already Mom. All six jars, nggih." The tone raised the fist that he had formed in such a way. He then handed it to his mother Atar.

"Bakery business, handbag business, fashion trus. Trus .. what else?" Atar's mother looked intensely at Nada with admiration. "See Ma'am, ubet anyway wes. Fits, wes, I." Atar's mother now even grabbed Nada's shoulder.

This time made Nada's chest was ripe ketir hear flattery from his mother Atar. The more uncomfortable it was Nada when Atar's mother was still nerocos telling of kitchen spices that plowed on holidays. Duhh, when to go home, anyway.

"Yet, buk. Atar has been searched for the same mosque teenager. Come on, anyway, Buk. When else to talk," Atar ventured to reason. Intentionally make the mother stop berghibah in the house of people. Atar's voice made Nada exhale a sigh of relief.

"Sek. You are, mbok ya Sik joking. Wait, to. You are, please be hard."

"This is my mother, I have long since not met the prospective ghost. Kangen you know this manise,"

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