When Love Should Determine
Chapter 86

Hamzah increasingly shows his attention to Larissa upon their arrival at home. He did not let Larissa do any homework and chose to intervene alone. It's turning overprotective now.

Various ways he did to speed up the recovery of Larissa, including following the advice of people to find him kuthuk fish. This type of fish is believed to be able to accelerate postoperative recovery.

"I'm trying to find kuthuk fish in the next village, huh? He said it was very good to speed up recovery" Hamzah said the next morning.

"But isn't that fish very expensive, Entik? do we have enough money to buy it?."

"No, what. No matter how expensive the fish is, I will still buy it for you. The important thing is that you can recover quickly."

"But...."

"Oh, it's okay. Don't think too much. Money can be sought again. What matters now is your health."

Larissa did not dispute Hamzahl's words anymore and chose to obey, after all, for her own good.

Armed with a piece of red money in the pocket Hamzah went to the opposite village. The main goal is to go to the main market of the village. Because most of the things that are hard to find are there.

Almost all corners of the market have been Hamzah itari, but he did not get the fish. Because the fish only exists in certain seasons and coincidentally this is not the season.

Hamzah sighed languidly. Tired and almost desperate, that's what he feels now. "How's this? Should I go home empty handed? But poor Larissa."

On the verge of despair suddenly the shadow of losing the wife reappeared. Until making the spirit of Hamzah reappear. "No! I can't just give up. Yesterday my wife fought on the operating table, now it's time for me to fight. Compared to him, what I did today was nothing."

"There are still a few more corners that I haven't been to. Maybe one of them sells kuthuk fish. Yeah, I should try it now!."

Hamzah got up and went back to look for a corner of the market that he had not yet gone to. But the results are still nil, no one sells it. "Oh my God, how is this? among the many fish sellers in this market, cook not one of them sell this fish?."

Hamzah resigned, but he did not lose hope. That shadow of fear was the source of his spirit. "I can't just give up. If not here, somewhere else there must be" he said with confidence. He also drove his bike back to try to find somewhere else.

Hamzah walked down the village streets slowly. Every now and then the eyes turned to the right and left, hoping he could find the fish that step. But the result remains the same. He never got the kuthuk fish. Until finally the speed of the motor took him to a small market.

Hamzah stopped his motorbike right in front of the market entrance. He looked at that simple building. "Is there anyone in this market who sells kuthuk fish, huh? but this is only a small market," he murmured doubtfully.

"Ah, I can't be pessimistic. If I don't see it, then I won't know the result." Hamza stepped into the market. Doubt that had fallen.

The market atmosphere is very high. Only a few doors were open. Even the visitors can also be counted fingers. Until the doubts that had appeared again. "If the main market does not exist, then how can the fish be in a market that is this quiet" he said." Ah, it feels free I go even deeper. I'd better find it somewhere else."

Hamzah was about to leave the market but suddenly the corner of his eye caught a fish with the same characteristics as the fish he was looking for. "Did my eyes not see wrong? That's like a kuthuk fish?."

Hamzah rushed to the fishmonger who he believed had sold the fish he was looking for.

The shell belonged to an old woman. The building looks shabby. There are even a lot of flies out there. While the owner himself looks sleepy while waiting for his merchandise. But it all did not dampen Hamzah's desire to approach him. Because the most important thing for him is the presence or absence of kuthuk fish, not the building or who sells.

"Excuse me, ma'am, is this really a kuthuk fish?" asked Hamzah as he arrived in front of the field. The fish in question.

The fishmonger's old woman was absorbed in hearing Hamzah's voice. He yawned widely while rubbing his eyes that still felt a little sleepy. "What's up, kid? What did you ask?." Apparently the seller did not hear Hamzah's question earlier

Hamzah breathed a slow sigh. 'It's just appropriate that the market here is so quiet. Lha wong the seller is like this!', he murmured inwardly.

"Oh, this?" he re-appointed the fish that Hamzah meant.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, right! What was? Do you want to buy it?."

Hamzah felt that the fish in front of him was too small. He wanted to buy a rather large size. "There's something a little big again, isn't it, ma'am?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, son. It's just this" replied the seller. "If you may know what it is for, then look for the big one?."

"I bought it for my wife, ma'am. He just finished surgery yesterday" replied Hamzah. "Say people, this kuthuk fish can speed up postoperative recovery."

"Oh, that's right, son. But if you make a postoperative recovery is not a big fish, but rather a fish that is this size."

Hamzah hesitated, it could be that the seller said that because he wanted his trade to sell.

As if understanding Hamzah's doubts, the seller also gave an explanation. "I don't talk like that because I want my trades to sell. But because the fish with this size that has more fish oil content. Well this oil is what will be able to speed up the recovery after surgery."

"Oh, that's it," Mangosteen after hearing the mother's explanation earlier. "How much is the price, ma'am?."

"Sekilo costs one hundred and fifty thousand rupiah, son."

Hamzah's eyes were perfectly rounded hearing the price the seller mentioned. "Easy too, ma'am the price. Can't it be less, ma'am the price?."

"No way, son, the price is right." replied the seller. "Usually the price is under one hundred thousand rupiah. But since it's not the season so it's a bit expensive."

"Please, ma'am, cut down on the price." For some people that money means nothing. But for people with lower middle economies like Hamzah, that kind of money is a lot.

So there was a bargain between them. And finally they agreed with the price of one hundred and forty thousand per kilo. But because Hamzah only brought a hundred thousand money, he only bought half of it.

"This is the change, and this is the item" said the seller.

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"Oh, yes, later the cooking method is boiled as usual, but do not give salt or flavoring. Just add a little ginger slices to remove the fishy smell."

"But isn't it bland later, ma'am?."

"Indeed bland, son! but if you want to get good results, it has to be that way."

"Oh, that. I will cook as I suggested. Again, thank you!."

"Together! may his wife soon recover and be able to move like before."

"Amen. Then excuse me, ma'am."

Hamzah went home with the fish in his hand. A happy smile flashed on his face.