ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXIX: Food Hunting

A red Honda Civic drove by, splitting Surabaya's busy arteries that night. The weather was clear, with many stars strewn across the dark sky. Our hearts are also bright. We become part of a night community that is scattered looking for a piece of world enjoyment. Along the way, Dahlia chants a little following the song played from her car radio. Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy the sound. If he follows the event talent search on television will certainly be told to go home before he could sing!

Me and Darwis don't dare to rebuke. She was the queen in her own car. Dahlia is free to do anything here. If you intend to shake kayang in this car, we will not reprimand. This is his territory. In the African savannas, lions usually mark territory with urine. But in this car, Dahlia doesn't have to do that.

It was just one wish at the time. Arrive soon.

That'sthat's all.

After wrestling in a snaking traffic jam, we arrived at the ‘Rawon Satan’ restaurant that has been famous throughout Surabaya. Its location is quite strategic in the Embong Malang area which is easily accessible by visitors. Lots of cars parked in the parking lot. Apparently this place of eating is in demand among the upper-class as well. Unfortunately when we arrived, this place was packed with many customers. There are no seats left. Though there are some other customers who have entered the waiting list.

“Full, Mas ...” a female servant told us. He looked downstream and served the orders of the customers who never ended.

“Wait a long time yes, Mbak?” my many.

“Tuh see the queue, Mas!” answer again.

I cast my gaze towards the line of people who were already restless waiting for their turn to eat. Just incredible! They are willing to wait in line to enjoy these rawon ideals. Most of them brought families, although some were couples.

Dahlia looks disappointed. On the way we had imagined the warmth of rawon soup combined with the delicious beef entering our esophagus. Meanwhile, the worms in our stomach were already screaming from hunger.

“Where? Want to wait?” bargained.

“Keburu starved to death if we wait to be quiet ...” timpal Darwis.

“Continue eating where? Time to go home again?” my lament.

“There are no good warung recommendations, Dahlia,” asked Darwis.

“Many anyway. But I'm afraid your pockets won't be able to reach him, his paltry”.

This time I did not protest. Dahlia's right. The budget for this celebration is not much. So I just kept quiet to hear the word Dahlia.

“Or we go around aja first while running around ...” I give a solution.

Duh, do not let this Dervish ask to eat in a strange place. The price of food in Surabaya is relatively cheap, but it applies to street food stalls. As for resto classes and restaurants, the price of food is quite choking the neck. No wonder, only the thick marsupials can laugh in these expensive restos.

What do people like me mean?

Apparently my proposal was approved immediately. We returned to explore all corners of Surabaya to satisfy our culinary desires. Different heads, of course different contents. Everyone has different tastes when it comes to food.

“You really want to eat what the hell?” my many.

“I want the fruitful. That's why I'm glad we're going to eat rawon. Looks good to eat at night like gini. Turns out full ...” Dahlia was disappointed.

“Soto madura right? I have a good recommendation in Gubeng area,” tawar Darwis.

“No! Too much fat. I again tried the diet program nih ...” reject Dahlia.

I don't believe Dahlia's words. A diet? Just be right. If diet alone appetite like that, what if the condition is normal?

“Ya was soon surein. Almost an hour loh we are not clear muters like this,” I am getting bored.

The hunger began to grip the stomach. Worried, the mag will rebel in times like these.

“Lah, keep eating what dong?” ask Darwis again.

“Just I give you guys!” reply resigned.

“We look for stalls near Campus A UNAIR only huh? There are many delicious stalls, the price is also right in the bag,” word Dahlia.

“Ya just got there!”

Hi Dahlia!

Our cars are creeping, mingling in Surabaya density. Time also continues to move towards the night. Kulirik Seiko. It's almost nine o'clock in the night. Suddenly the appetite is gone. Too much wind goes into the stomach, so I feel a little bloated stomach. It felt like throwing the wind, but I just held back. Worried, air pollution in the car will make them lose their appetite. Kulirik. The sneak also seemed almost dead drowning in boredom.

“Not what-do you come home tonight, Dahlia?” my many.

“Ya can't be too if it's too late. Especially if you frequently. But the reason this time is correct. Mama won't be angry if you step on, Bi. I've permission if you'll buy me a meal.”

Deg.

My face flushed for a moment. How special I am in the eyes of Mamah Dahlia. Though I feel just an ordinary person who does not have a little privilege when compared to other guys.

My face is also mediocre, there is no popular look like Andre. Physical is also ordinary, not well-bodied and athletic. Especially the bag business, I mah what?

“Ehem ...” Darwis.

I know what's on his mind!

Ten minutes passed, we arrived at UNAIR. Campus area, definitely crowded with the student community. But visiting UNAIR is a boon for engineering students like us. Compared to the engineering campus, students at UNAIR campus are much more beautiful and fashionable. If in our campus, the appearance of students is not too attractive. Looking at the female student here, as if getting a vitamin intake that night.

“Eham ...” replace Dehydrated Dahlia.

He understood that men like us were like cats offered fresh fish. It will be out of control.

After our eyes combed along the way, all the stalls and cafes also seemed to be filled with students. They formed groups, with full of laughter coloring the night. Wonder how much their pocket money? Somewhat less sometimes when gathered with students with thick pockets. Moreover, they seemed to have no burden as students. There is no mountain duty. Every night at the cafe. Huh!

We're desperate.

“Go home yuk!” Darwis is getting irritated.

“Yeah, not so dong tractnya ..” lamented Dahlia.

“Lain days. Want?” bargain again.

“No! Must be today. I've lost my energy and time,” protest Dahlia.

If Dahlia had spoken, none of us would dare to deny. Because there was no debate, we were forced to park the car near Bungkul Park. In the end, we did not force ourselves to eat at the cafe or at the restaurant. The fried rice seller with the wheelbarrow we finally chose to satisfy our culinary cravings.

How is this different from the daily food in the rented? My inner.

We ate with tuma’ninah, without saying a word. Under the dim street lights, with the atmosphere of lesehan and accompanied by the sound of Iis Dahlia, we enjoyed bribes for the sake of fried rice bribes.

Failed the celebration tonight.

Hikmahan, I do not need to go out a lot of money because the price of fried rice is quite cheap. So, when Dahlia would pay for the portion of Darwis, with a gentle pretentious I prevented her.

“No need, Dahlia. Let me pay for everything,” reject me.

“Yakin?” ask Dahlia.

“Iya. It's okay ...” sure.

“Tau that I added!” dahlia said again.

“Yes, plus it's okay!”

Dahlia ordered a serving of fried rice to be executed again. I just stroked the chest. In my heart I thought, what model diet is Dahlia going through?

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