The Heart of Old Menjakaka
147. Find a widow
"Yes, I don't want to lose competitiveness, Doc. I also want to have a wife of two. But unfortunately Sindi certainly did not allow. Yesterday I was jealous of Citra, she said my bur wanted to mate. It's sadistic." Angga grimaced as he touched the bird behind his pants.
Doctor Ikbal chuckles. "That's sad, then don't, sir."
"Doctor himself why single? What age is the doctor? I think Steven's the same age, huh?"
"My next month is 34, sir."
"One year is the same as Steven. The doctor married quickly. Later in the case of old virgins, you know. I'm like Steven first."
Doctor Ikbal smiled. "I'll get married when it's time, I'm still looking for the right fit, sir."
"What kind of girl does a doctor look like? What are Korean artists? The india? Or models that have a body like a Spanish guitar?" ask Angga who suddenly kepo.
"Ah ha ha ha." Instead of answering, Doctor Ikbal laughed.
"If the Doctor wants to, I can introduce the Doctor to Nissa, my son. She was a widow not long ago. Uh, but his age is not much different from Steven. The doctor won't, will he?"
"We'll forget about my combo, sir. Now try to continue the story of the Father."
"Which one?" Angga's forehead flinched.The chatter has widened everywhere. And that made his senile illness recur.
"Which he said Mr. Bejo's story about wanting to have two wives, what else is it?"
Angga was silent for a while and remembered. But still he doesn't remember anything. "I forgot, Doc. Ah but it doesn't matter either, anyway."
"Will it disturb your mind or not?"
"No, no, no." Angga. "Eemm .. Now we'll talk about Steven. So the point is Steven's not crazy and there's nothing to worry about, Doc?"
"Nothing, sir. All safe." The doctor smiled.
"How medicine? Steven was taking drugs. Is it still drunk?"
"No need."
"But if suppose he did something as silly as I mentioned it how?"
"Just be reprimanded, sir. But all right, yeah."
"OK deh. Yes, that's it then." Angga stood up and allowed his folded coat. "Thank you for the consultation, Doc."
"Together, Sir. May you and your family be healthy and happy." Doctor Ikbal smiled.
"Amin, Doc." Angga stepped out of the Doctor's room. Doctor Ikbal also escorted him.
"How long is it, anyway? So Papa's crazy, huh, actually?" accuse Steven with a sour face. He stared fiercely at Angga. It's so saturated it feels. Counseling sessions compared to Angga counseling sessions, much longer Angga.
Steven wants to go home quickly, wants to meet Citra.
"Just boy. Papa Mah can not be crazy, it is you who are crazy. Crazy with Dedek Gemes."
Steven's face immediately blushed. Though Angga's intention is not to tease him. Just to talk. But it looks very if the handsome man is wrong and messem-mesem.
"Yes already ayok. I want to go home and see Citra. He said he misses me." Steven left first, followed by Jarwo and Bejo. Angga also followed him.
*
They also now boarded the car and shortly afterwards Angga's stomach rang. He immediately remembered Padang rice.
"Oh yeah, where's my rice, Jo?" asked Angga to Bejo who was sitting in the front seat. Next to Jarwo who drives.
"Get Steven, sir."
"There's laper. Anyway, buy rice Padang kok only for three? Why am I not buying it?"
"And you're in the same doctor." Angga looked straight ahead. "Wo, it will stop to be carved by Padang rice."
"Well, sir," replied Jarwo.
"Don't stop by, long time. Magrib's rush to the house, Pa," Steven's impatient protest.
"If Magrib is what? We can stop praying in the mosque."
"It's better at home. I also want to invite Citra to pray together again."
"There is still time, dawn and more. No need to protest!"
***
"How, Cit? Are you full? Is Oma's grandson full too?" tanya Sindi stroked Citra's stomach. The girl was also petting him, feeling pompous from the satiety.
They both just got home from the restaurant. Citra almost tasted all the most popular and best-selling menus there. From heavy to light. Sweet and salty.
"Yes, it's full, Ma." The image nodded quickly.
"What do you like about some of the menus you've tasted?"
"What, huh?" The image paused for a moment, recalling the taste in his tongue. "The chips are the same as the strawberry pancakes. Ah same sweet asem squid, black pepper chicken, much, Ma, I guess. Can't choose."
"That means the hornbill is good, huh?" Sindi opened the door of Citra's room. Both went straight inside. "That's all the recipes from Mama you know, Nissa who asked to be taught first when opening the restaurant."
"Great mom means, yeah. I'm proud." The image clapped and stared in admiration at Sindi. It was unexpected that he was surrounded by perfect people now. Besides Steven, he thinks.
"But I'm sorry, Ma. I can only cook omelet. That's also said Om Ganteng pieces of the roof is big-gede," complained Citra with a sad face. "I've been on a course, but only for a little while. But starting tomorrow I will start the course again. Anyway until you can, so you can cook like Mama, Om Ganteng and Mbak Nissa. Uh, Papa too."
"Papa. He can only eat, not cook." Sindi sat next to Citra who had just sat on the sofa. Then he dyed the top of his hair.
Suddenly, Citra's heart was racing. It seems like this was the first time Sindi kissed him. Although only from the hair—akan but Citra happy not kepalang. Both of his cheeks were instantly red.
"You don't need to take a course, then let Mama teach. We cook together until you can" Sindi added. Shortly thereafter, the voice of the Maghrib echoed.
"Ah, coincidentally. So fit. We pray together, yuk! Mama also has a new face and prayer mat for you, Cit."
Citra nodded with excitement. "Corn, Ma. I also want to pray together with Mama. But where is the prayer? Here or in your room?"
"Here you go. Moment ... Mama took the gear. You just take the water first." Sindi stood up then stepped towards the door. The image nodded its head, then went inside the bathroom.
***
At night around 9. Steven and Angga just arrived home. The faces of both of them looked very lethargic, let alone Steven. He was even so gloomy as to be uninspired.
"How long are you guys? Until the night you just got home?" sindi asked who was sitting in the living room while watching television. The question of success brought the man's second steps to a halt.
"It's all because of Papa!" steven protested angrily as he turned to Angga fiercely.
"Cok being Papa? You know, there was an accident. Plus it's jammed."
Right, there was a traffic accident at the time of the traffic jam. Jarwo's car was so crammed. Cannot go forward and back.
Steven had wanted to go down and go home first looking for ojek. But Angga was forbidden. He wants to, go and go they have to be together. Can't leave. That's called unfaithful, man.
"Yes, the important thing is that you're okay. But where are you guys going, anyway? Don't tell me to find a widow?!" accuse Sindi with squeaking eyes. Staring suspiciously at the two men in front of him. He himself doesn't know why Angga went with Steven, he just said there was business. So it is also natural that Sindi originally spoke like that. "Don't flirt with you, Stev! Young pregnant wife you are looking for a widow! Mama cut the Eagle to know your taste! I can't make love anymore when I see the stars!" he's angry while melolot.
...Still want to, Ma, same request his son used to 😆...