SANTRIKU STREET
part 9 CHEF NAWIR

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"The chain of the rich does not like salted fish" Heru said with a chuckle.

Shortly afterwards Nawir's father came home from the rice fields, seen a sweat wet his face, with Sigap Nawir poured water, then brought closer to his parents who were sitting at the door, mr. Nawir did not enter because his feet were dirty by the mud.

"Eh there are guests" he said kindly while staring at the three of us, we got up and kissed the back of his hand.

"Why are you chatting in Wir's kitchen, just shy" said Mr. Nawir while wiping the sweat that splashed on his face with clothes that he was wearing.

"Tanggung again to cook rice sir, Poor Mother will bother if not cook now" said Nawir.

"Oh, sorry well not dsuguhin anything" said Mr. Nawir felt bad because there were guests they could not entertain.

"It's also a banana sir, don't bother, I'm just happy" I said with a smile, making us all laugh.

"Oh yes sir Later in the afternoon, After Friday, I want to pass with them" said Nawir asking permission from his parents.

"That's through, it's a lot of rice, just a side dish we don't have anything Wir" replied Mr. Nawir look sad face, because maybe at this time they have no money, because maybe at this time they have no money, just like my parents, holding money is the least common thing, because as passive farmers, they usually only have food, because access to the city is very difficult so the crops cannot be money, they grow crops only for their own consumption.

"It's okay sir, we will buy the side dish said" Nasrul dismissed the concerns of Mr. Nawir.

"Yes already then, I want to go to the water first, want to clean the body, you who feel at home here" he said while taking a towel hanging beside the house, usually the farmers do that, because after coming home from the paddy fields their bodies will be very dirty, so it is not possible to enter the house.

"You want to take a shower, or swim in the river" said Nawir.

"Wah cool, Yes have a bath later, while cooking while swimming also" Heru timpal said with enthusiasm.

"I can borrow a sarong not Wir, because my pants are dirty if used for friday" I asked while staring at him.

"Later to take it, you will not wear it either" Nawir replied as he asked staring at Nasrul and Heru.

Asked, they only shook their heads, because they felt that their pants were still newly washed, so no stools would be exposed to their pants.even though they felt that the pants were clean, they were not, but when we wear it, we do not know what unclean will stick in the pants that Fiqh scholars recommend caution in worship is more important.

"When we go to the mosque" asked Nawir.

"But wait for the mother to come, let the fire take care" said Nawir while confirming the position of the firewood.

Before long, Ibu Nawir finally came, while carrying a bucket of water, so the people in the village when they bathe, then they will all while taking water to drink.

After meeting the four of us went to the mosque, to perform Friday prayers, as a duty of a Muslim man. After finishing Friday prayers, before going home we stopped by the stall first, to buy side dishes to chew.

"What salt fish you want" asked Fitri as a shop keeper.

"Well, well, you two are very suitable, your parents are both engaged in the war business" led Heru with a smile, making Fitri's cheeks flushed blushing, but different from Nasrul's, he even grinned as if pleased when Heru mocked him like that.

"Mang Brush" said Nawir led Heru.

"Kok you take care of your own shop, where your parents go" asked Nasrul while picky salty, when it was very smelly, but as if unconsciously fascinated by the beauty of a Fitri.

"Mother's praying again, you haven't come home from the mosque, so I'm waiting" said Fitri's soft voice.

"Udah do not be chosen continuously, salty remains the same as that, will not turn into a bargain" ledek Heru again.

"Not most of them are Rul, but only one month is enough" said Nawir who felt objected.

"Nothing, I love fish coke" Nasrul replied as if to show that he is not an extraordinary person, he likes salted fish.

"Look tuh Fitri, very deft to serve customers, if you are a match, the chemistry is already there" ledeku while looking at fitri.

"Udah pay! don't be fanciful, like someone who is less alone" led Heru disperse Nasrul Daydream, hereu give the money he has and I also give the money as a joint venture.

"Udah pocket your money, use my money only" Nasrul replied as if again showing his fangs in front of Fitri.

He still refused, even though we both forced, eventually Heru and I relented, returning the money to each other's pockets.

Nasrul issued a Rp10,000 note and then gave it the same Fitri as payment for his shopping.

"The total is 7,000 change 3,000" said Fitri.

"There are still three thousand, you want to snack" asked Nasrul while taking some corn snacks.

"That's good" Nawir advised.

Finally Nasrul followed Nawir's advice, he took some snacks according to Nominal change.

"It's for you" said Nasrul while giving some snacks as fitri.

"Cie, cie" ledek The three of us made Fitri's cheeks turn red again, timidly he took a gift from Nasrul.

After all was done, finally the four of us went home to Nawir, while walking we enjoyed the rest of the snack that Nasrul bought.

"Rul, I'm sorry before, if you have a lot of money, we are nothing afraid of it" I stopped talking about being afraid to offend Nasrul.

"Hahaha you think the money can be helped from my parents yes, just calm the money is halal, I was given a day of pocket money Rp10,000, and if I help them I like the bonus, I like the bonus, so just calm down I'm not an old man's treasure wringer" replied Nasrul who knew the direction of my conversation he said with a laugh.

"Thank God, then, what I'm afraid of, not because of friendship or friendship, to the detriment of others, we should" I replied feeling calm when hearing the explanation.

"Oh yes you buy a lot of salted fish for what" asked Nawir because he thought the half-kilo salty fish is not a little salted fish.

"We swallow wear on aja, even if not all 4 tails just taste enough, the rest for your parents, pity them, when we eat the same side dish while our parents just look" clearly Nasrul made the three of us stop immediately touched by his words, especially Nawir to the point of hugging Nasrul's body.

"Thank you very much Rul, Thank you for all your kindness, may your parents' efforts continue smoothly and you remain a good person" nawir said that his voice was very raucous, perhaps holding back the turmoil of happiness that was held in his throat.

"What the heck, so much you wir" replied Nasrul while pushing Nawir's body to escape from his embrace.

"Amin" Me and Heru compactly guaranteed the nawir prayer, and the four of us continued on our way home.

Arriving at home, Nawir's parents were very grateful for Nasrul's kindness, for giving a side dish to eat, after saying goodbye the four of us left the house of Nawir with a casstrol that had been filled with rice, and carrying the equipment needed to swallow, the four of us walked to the river that was told by Nawir.

Ten minutes drive, we finally arrived at the edge of the river, seen the water flowing very clear, decorated with large stones adorned the river area, without thinking long We four divided the task, Nawir lit a fire, I washed the rice, while Nasrul and Heru because they did not have the basic to do that, so just watch.

After the rice was washed, Nawir also stored the castrol on the stone stove he just made, deftly He put spices so that the rice is delicious, starting from lemongrass, bay leaves, and so on, salt, cooking oil and other spices. Nawir is very deft to do that like a famous culinary chef.

After all the spices entered he covered the castrol with the lid, and he kept the fire burning, fifteen minutes already, finally the water in the castrol began to dry, Nawir turned off the fire, so that the rice is not burnt, because when the water has dried to ripen the rice liwet enough with the fire embers.