You're My Antidote
Chicken Porridge

The king was still sitting on his big bike. Right in front of the merchant tent five times the chicken porridge seller that Rani directed on their trip earlier.

The king was still hesitant to go down and eat there. Although from what he saw, the place was quite clean. And almost all the benches that are there, filled. Enough to explain if the food there is good.

But for the King, the flying dust that might perch on the food they eat, shrinking his courage to follow the wife who had gone down and take off the helmet. Stand next to him and wait.

"Ayoo. Rani's hungry." Rani looks impatient.

"Are you sure you want to eat here?"

Rani nodded patiently.

"Don't want to be in a Star restaurant?"

Rani nodded patiently. Unseen was the annoyed expression he saw at home when offering other options.

"Or just wrapped. We're eating at the parlour." The King tried his luck last. At least if it's wrapped, they don't need to eat by the roadside like that right?

"It's better to eat here, mas. It's still warm." Rani still looks impatient. Instead, the woman grabbed his hand and pulled slowly down. "The food is good, clean. Mas won't regret it." Rani added in a whisper. Perhaps afraid the shop owner heard and felt offended by the reluctance the King gave.

To appreciate the owner of the stall because he had arrived there, also to please the wife, the King came down and followed his wife into the tent.

"Mas just sit there. Let Rani order." Rani pointed at the two empty seats in the corner of the tent. "Buruan, um. Later there will be a nquatin." pushed his back in the direction that Rani had pointed before. While the woman again approached the seller's cart to order their order.

The king gave permission to some people to reach the empty seat in the corner. He sat on the second bench and left the most aside for his wife.

From where he sat, the King could still hear the voice of his wife and the merchant.

"How are you? old meni just look."

"Yes mang. Now it's far from here."

From the interaction of the two, King can see familiarity. Rani often eats there. It's also not too far from the home.

"This is the usual order, isn't it, neng?"

"Yes mang. Ordinary without leeks. Many sambelnya nikit. The same one does not use peanuts and sambalnya sedikiiit mang."

"Make the usual ones, neng? usually, I like it spicy."

The King's forehead shrinks. The akang? Akang who? so Rani also often comes with other men to this place? so he's not the first guy to eat there?

There is a dislike of hearing that one fact. It might sound childish. But that's what the king felt.

Rani is seen laughing and denying. "No, mang. I came with my husband. He doesn't like it too much."

King grunts. Who says he doesn't like it. If forced, the King can really eat spicy. Usually he also eats spicy for certain foods.

Huh.. The mood was messy early in the morning just because of eating on the side of the road where Rani had eaten with other men.

The king turned his gaze away from his wife as the sound of the chair next to her creaked from being danced by someone. When she turned her head, the woman in her early twenties was sitting there without permission already complete with a bowl of porridge and warm tea placed on the table.

The king scratched his head in confusion. How does he say that the chair that the woman had just occupied was actually already occupied by someone.

He never eats in a place like this. The king usually eats in restaurants and often chooses a private room. So he had never experienced a situation like this. He never grappled a bench with other visitors.

"Sorry, Brother. That's my chair."

"It was empty. There's no mbaknya bag here either. Is it not mas?" the woman looked at the King. The king looked at his wife and the woman took turns.

"Yes, there's no bag-"

"No." interrupted the woman next to him before the King could finish what he was going to say. "Bak just find another seat. There was still an empty one there." the woman pointed at the chair far enough away from her and in the middle of the men.

"There's a handsome guy on it." The king heard the woman who had gone back to devour the porridge was grumbling softly.

"We will eat at home, dear." invite the King who is about to move. It was uncomfortable eating there. What's more considering Rani often eats with other men.

The woman who had refocused on eating looked in disbelief when she heard what she said.

"But the porridge is finished, maas." Rani pointed to someone carrying a tray containing two bowls of porridge and warm tea.

The king sighed. "Sorry mbak. My wife's bag wasn't there. But that does not mean the place is empty and can not sit without permission" said the King in the end.

After all, where does the King know that you have to put a bag there so that people know that there is already a place that has.

The woman next to him looks wrong. "Eh sorry mas. He didn't say it was his wife."

The king looked at the woman who carried her food to another table with a frown on her forehead complete with a grumbling heart. "Despite introducing Rani to all visitors? what's for?"

"Conscious enough." the insinuation from his wife made the King chuckle and sit back after the wife sat down and food was served on the table. "Still less beautiful his wife? until I glanced at another woman?"

The king laughed more and more at his wife who looked jealous. "Mas looked at him out of surprise, why was it that mas was the woman who blamed him."

They immediately devoured the porridge without the need to stir. It turns out that he and Rani have the same taste in how to eat porridge. And it tastes pretty good. Put aside the flying dust that the King had imagined before.

"Yes, it's wrong. I should have put my bag here."

"But you don't have a bag, baby." He just needs to bring a motorbike key, a handpone and a wallet. Never felt the need to carry a bag.

"Oh yes."

The king only shook his head to see his wife whine.

"So... Who's the guy who likes to eat porridge with that much sambal?"

"Eh? mr denger?"

"It sounds good."

Rani laughed and continued eating. "Who else if not Haikal. Rani's only friend is her. Rani's school or college buddy, no one's near here either."

King nodded. He should have guessed that the man was Haikal. Who else would a man stick to his wife like a postage stamp if not his ex-friend.

They continued eating before it got any more noon. Because they need to hunt for gifts for the orphanage children.

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