Triplets' Last Mission.
Sniff Eggs Quail
"really? Is Tama coming?" Gwen is so excited.
"Yes, your Mas Tama is coming. But, he said it will be a little late because there is still delivery," replied Agam.
"Asha!"
Gwen's smile, immediately made Agam's annoyance collapse. Agam hugs very loving wife. So is Gwen who is happy that Tama is coming.
After lunch, Agam went back to work. There is still a lot of work waiting for him. Agam told Gwen not to pay attention to Syifa when she came again.
"Listen to what I said, right?" ask Agam.
"Yes, Mas. It's me" replied Gwen.
"What try?"
"If the caterpillar comes again, it is expected that I will not be provoked by emotions and do not let him know that I am pregnant" said Gwen.
"Then?" connect Agam.
"Don't be ignored, because basically, believing in the couple is much better than believing in other people's words that are not necessarily true" Gwen continued
"Alhamdulillah, you go first, yes. Assalamu'alaikum," said Agam.
"Wa'alaikumsallam, careful!" gwen kissed her husband's hand.
However, Gwen also asked inwardly. Other people who are good will certainly provide good information. Likewise with relationships that sometimes no longer have trust. It would only hurt each other.
"Huh, I thought what the fuck! A load! Mending to make a design, mayan get money," he murmured, into his house.
Since she became pregnant, Chen asked Gwen to focus on the design she would be launching for the exhibition. That would keep Gwen busy with her world, rather than being busy with Syifa coming back without any clarity.
"What should I draw, huh? The theme was spring, so it had to be a picture between flowers or animals that way," Gwen began to think.
Soon enough, Gwen wanted something that suddenly came to her mind. He immediately called Agam who might have just arrived at his place of work.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas, has it arrived?" ask Gwen.
"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Yes, the new ones arrived. What's up, Deck?"
"Um, I want angkringan quail egg satay. You can buy it, right? Now but-" said Gwen.
"Huh? Now then? Where there is an angkringan stall that is open at 1 pm, dear," said Agam astonished.
"Yes .. I want that. Anyway buy in angkringan, can not buy in the market or in ordinary stalls. Must be angkringan! Assalamu'alaikum!" Gwen hung up on me. "Huh, I told you now, still ngeyel!. Mas Agam!" objurgation.
On Agam's side, he was confused about where to find the food his wife meant. Around Jogja, angkringan will be open around four in the afternoon.
"Astaghfirullah hal'dzim" said Agam, patting his own forehead.
"Where to look? Which one is open at this hour?" he murmured with his head that was starting to get dizzy.
Before looking for what his wife wanted, Agam asked some of his employees to keep the shop that day until it closed.
"Where's Ustadz going?" ask one of the students.
"I want to find an angkringan that has been opened," replied Agam, looking depressed.
"Huh? Allahu Akbar, where is the angkringan at this hour open, Ustadz?"
Some santri there helped find out which angkringan was open. I'll leave before Gwen starts calling again. Starting from the usual places he visited, to various places, Agam still did not find what he was looking for.
"It's almost ashar, I'd better get ready to pray first. Don't look for a mosque or a mosque just yet" he murmured.
In Jogja, ashar at half-four. There's still time until Angkringan opens. He continues to search through social media, where he must find angkringan that has been opened.
"Assalamu'alaikum, sorry Mas. I want to grab my slippers" a teenager surprised Agam who was busy with his cell phone.
"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. Oh, aye. Sorry, ngggeh Mas," said Agam nervous. How not to be nervous if Gwen has texted 50 times and missed calls 20 times.
The teenager suspected that Agam was in a bad state. He asked, "What's wrong, Mom? Like there is such a problem. Sorry if I interfered,"
Agam just smiled. Then think for a moment, get the idea to ask where the angkringan seller's house near the mosque is usually held in front of the mosque.
"Loh, Mas nanyain angkringan at this hour. Where no one has opened yet, Mas," said the teenager.
"My wife craves quail egg satay. My wife also asked if I should buy in angkringan, not in the market or ordinary stalls," explained Agam.
"Hoah, nuruti wife cravings to? That's easy, Mas. Come on, come with me home. Incidentally, who often sells in front of this mosque, yes my father, hahaha," said the teenager, laughing crisply.
"really? His father sold to?" agam asked, slightly glowing his face, as it found the divine light.
"Of course, Mas. It just so happens that my house is also not far from here. Just behind this mosque!" that teenager.
At a glance, the face that had just been illuminated by that divine light returned dim. Remembering the warning money Gwen gave to buy it in angkringan.
"God, I just remembered!"
"What is that, Mom?" ask the teenager.
"My wife advised, if I can not buy something that is not from angkringan. How's dong? Mas' father, open from what time, anyway?" agam.
"Mas, don't tell me. I bought in my father, by buying in angkringan it is the same. Both buy from angkringan sellers. It's still true!" obviously the teenager.
"Kuy, go home!" take the teenager with passion.
No more reason to refuse. What the teenager said has a point. Instead of waiting for an hour, Agam will buy in the same person. Agam also complied and followed the steps of teenagers who invited him to his home.
It is not far from the mosque that was previously Agam for prayer. The teenager's house was just behind the mosque and there was an angkringan cart in front of his house.
"Well, that's my old man's hut, Mas. Then, it's his angkringan cart. Not lying to me? Come on, let's go see mom and dad. He must be someone doing the trade later."
The teenager said his greetings before getting close to the door of the house. Greetings from men and women from inside.
"Wa'alaikumsallam, wes bali koe, Nang?" shouted a woman. (Have you come home, son. (nang, that's a lanang boy, a boy)
"Already, Buk. Buk, come here to. There are guests who want to talk important!" said the teenager while he was clamoring.
"Important opo?" sahut Mother.
"Wes, the tree is important! Come here for a minute!"
Shortly after, both parents of the teenager came out. It still looks messy because it has not taken a shower, after cooking to trade later.
Agam met the parents of the teenager and told him what he was going through. The wife who craved and ngeyel continued to buy quail egg satay until sending a message as much as 70 times that time.
In addition to getting free quail eggs, Agam also got new knowledge from the parents of the teenager to glorify his wife when she was pregnant. (My partner who used to be pregnant is spoiled for her husband)