A Friend from Malaysia

Fuselage

Yola and Ilham walked hand in hand down to the hotel lobby. It felt like there was a magnet on their respective bodies that made the two instinctively want to attach themselves to each other. Just like their hands that always hold hands as if afraid to release each other.

In the hotel lobby has been waiting for Mr. Abbas.

"Have you waited a long time, Miss?" tanya Ilham was stale.

"Ah not really," replied Mr. Abbas.

Whereas from earlier Mr. Abbas grumbled and cursed in his heart because he had waited for more than an hour in the hotel lobby, calling Ilham many times but not also lifted because the two lovebirds were cleaning themselves and praying after finishing their activities as a married couple.

"It's a motorcycle cone, it's ready to use. Mr. Ilham put it on" Abbas said, giving Ilham a motor key after they were outside the hotel.

"Where are you, Mr. Cik back at home?" ask Ilham.

Mr. Abbas patted Ilham on the shoulder.

"That's a worry. Ade Saye's son brought saye here. He was waiting for me in the parking area" said Mr. Abbas.

"Okay, if that's the case, Mr. Cik. Saye and wife saye want to dizzy first in Penang ni while looking for food," said Ilham while patting his stomach.

"Ah, yes. If macem's gonna go first. If there is ape-ape that wants Mr. Ilham to need, may Mr. Talipon only saye," said Mr. Abbas.

"Yes, please Miss. Thank you for sending me a motorcycle here" said Ilham.

"Same-same. Saye go first. Assalamualaikum" said Abbas.

"Waalaikumsalam," Yola and Ilham answered together.

"So we didn't get in this car?" yola asked while pointing at the big motorcycle that was now in front of them.

"No. Kite ride the bike alone," replied Ilham while riding on a motorcycle. " Yum!"

Not long wait Yola immediately ride to the Japanese production motorcycle.

"Babang's embrace, Darling .." said Ilham as he pulled Yola's hand to circle her in her stomach.

After putting the helmet on Yola and on himself, the three-headed man began to turn on the motorbike and carried the motorcycle on the streets of Penang.

"The site eats only on Gurney Drive, yes." asked Ilham half-screaming amid the noisy pace of the vehicle on the road.

Ilham's hand moved one of Yola's hands into her jacket pocket, while the other held the steering wheel, and Yola's hand held her belly.

"Whatever you have, the important thing is delicious!" yola replied half-screaming anyway.

"Yola wants to eat something? If there's anything Yola wants, let her know. Brother will find it for Yola," said Ilham.

"I eat whatever you want, I'm hungry. I ate just this lunch before I left here" whined Yola.

"Okey, then we eat at Gurney Drive only," said Ilham.

Then, without a second thought, Ilham immediately took Yola to Gurney Drive.

Gurney Drive is a very hits and popular place in Penang as a culinary place at night. It is located in the northern seafront area of George Town, Penang City. In this place it is very easy to find food and adjust to the contents of the visitor's wallet. Starting from street vendors, restaurants, to bars are here.

After parking his motorcycle, Ilham then put his hand on Yola's shoulder.

"So where will Yola eat? A restaurant? or where?" ask Ilham while clutching the girl's neck until it gets closer to her.

"Aaa- Brother ... " Yola felt suffocated by the large arm of Ilham that was embracing her neck. "We ate there, yes!"

Yola pointed to a row of five-foot stalls crowded by visitors.

Ilham again grabbed Yola and led her to walk towards the stall. It felt so happy to be able to walk hand in hand and even embrace his wife in a crowd like this.

"What did he eat?" tanya Ilham as soon as they were right in front of the wagon a street stall five.

Yola read the writing in the shop. "PASSEMBUR, ROJAK, SHRIMP GRANDSON".

"Yola wants to eat pasembur?" ilham asked when she saw Yola's attention on the wagon.

"What's a pecker, brother?"

"Pasembur tu blend of Malaysian cuisine got with Indian. This is a typical Penang food. If you have been to Penang ni must try to enjoy pasembur first. If it does not mean not complete the journey of people who travel here. Jom come with brother," take Ilham.

Inspiration pulled Yola's hand and approached the seller at the stall.

"Sir, we want two pasemburnye. If I ask you to wear this, this, this , and this, Uncle!" pinta Ilham while pointing to several types of mixed materials for pasembur.

Yola finally understood what was meant by pasembur. Pasembur is a mixture of various types of foods such as vegetables, tofu, boiled potatoes, bakwan, and, squid and some types of food are cut into pieces in a container and then watered with sweet spicy bean sauce. This is one of the types of salad.

"So where?" tanya Ilham asked Yola's response, who seemed to enjoy her food.

"This is actually if in Indonesia it looks like a hodgepodge anyway, Brother. Usually I don't like it very much. But it's really good, I swear!" yola said with her mouth still full of food.

Inspiration was happy to see Yola eating so voraciously. Then somehow he had the initiative to give the pieces of seafood on his plate to Yola's plate.

"Abang!! I don't want squid. And this is what? There's also the air, the calories are high seafood, tau! Yola can get fat later," Yola protested.

"Let's. Brother look at you're so skinny. Like never fed. When else can you give Yola a lot to eat? Mrs Marketing Director there is a lot of very money now, so feel no need to be blessed by Abang," said Ilham.

"Isss, Brother .... What are you trying to mean? Yes, I ate!"

Yola ate the pieces of seafood that Ilham had transferred to her plate. But, just as he had eaten a few pieces, his expression suddenly changed.

"Abang, I don't like seafood. Not delicious. It feels like the squid and the shrimp smell a bit strange," Yola complained as she whispered.

Yola felt bad until the merchant heard her words just now.

"Yes to?" tanya Ilham could not believe it.

Then the man tried to take a piece of squid and taste it back. Inspiration feels good. Is it possible because the seasoning in seafood does not match the tongue of the Indonesian? But isn't the seafood just fried? Or is this woman lying to her not to be forced to eat high-calorie foods? Ilham knew Yola was very attentive to her appearance, let alone her weight problems.

"Hows it? It smells kind of weird, doesn't it?" ask Yola.

Not to mention Ilham answered suddenly Yola's phone rang. Yola opened her bag and picked up the phone. The woman did not answer him immediately, but instead looked at Ilham as if hesitating between wanting to lift him or ignore him.

"Siape?" ask Ilham.

Yola bit her lips in agitation.

"Hafiz," he replied.

Ilham then pulled the phone out of Yola's hand and confirmed who was calling. And once seeing the contacts on the phone was indeed Hafiz, the middle-aged man directly referred to it and deactivated the phone.

"Don't give her any more hope, Yola. You and brother have been re-referenced. That means you and Hafiz have become brothers-in-law again" Ilham said.

Yola could only nod in resignation and continue to finish the rest of her meal.

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