Asiyah End Times

The Tragedy of Kuah Rendang

Standing in front of the restaurant.

They were lined up looking at the two-story dining building covered in thick clear glass. Quite spacious place.

There was a bright yellow light on the outside of the restaurant. Many of the lights are cherry blossom shaped in it which emits an orange-yellow glow. Very luxurious, maa shaa Allah.

This is the second restaurant of Indonesian cuisine that they will enter in this South Korean country.

Asiyah and Umi read the writing in front of the restaurant. "Makasa Indonesia Terbukmat and Terbikmat," in two languages, namely Indonesian and Korean.

While Aisyah with a small bag of Mickey Mouse on her back clenched Umi's left hand and Ali also clenched Umi's right hand with a small bag of Ultraman on her back.

Caca was busy photographing their surroundings with his flagship camera, as well as the small bag that Asiyah was carrying everywhere.

Let's just be relaxed. He brought Caca's bag, this time the two of them were not as comfortable as usual. Goods bring Cita and Caca put together only, so not too many items he took with him everywhere.

"Bismillah ya Mi, we try the food here, hopefully the cuisine is good," Asiyah told Umi.

"Yes son, in shaa Allah is good, whatever the food is in shaa Allah is good, the important thing is clean and healthy, son, yes Ayesha, Ali.." umi replied while teaching her twins to be grateful for whatever food they found.

Their footsteps one by one began to set their footprints at the entrance of the restaurant.

Two steps, three steps.

"Good God," Cita immediately entered the middle room of the restaurant and spoke spontaneously when staring around the interior design of this restaurant.

"Again Cit, it's very good, yes, yes, yes Allah, feel in the building what it is, the cherry blossom lamp sparkles, where the flower petals are very large," so Caca said what he thought of this dining room.

Cekreekkk.. cekreekk. Caca's camera does not stop at snapping the beauty he meets.

Like Caca, Asiyah also did not want to lose since the beginning of the holiday here. Asiyah's camera is like tireless in carrying out its duties satisfying the desires of its master. The camera also like has found the most comfortable place on the female body part beraras shady, which is hanging on the neck of Asiyah.

The luxury presented also seemed not to forget the birthplace of the owner, West Sumatra Province. That is what they usually call Minangkabau people.

The interior design of the restaurant is designed in such a way that it unites two cultures. Culture of Indonesia and culture of Korea.

Many ornaments describe the hometown of the restaurant owner. Gadang Clock. Gadang House. Even the statue of Malin Kundang which has a controversial story until now is displayed beautifully in the form of a replica in a small room that displays thick clear glass. So that his senses can stay awake in it.

For anyone who wants to pose with the statue exclusively, there will be an entrance fee in accordance with the regulations in the restaurant. Calculate the cost of treatment.

"Umi, Asiyah was very curious deh Mi, the same great woman who owned this restaurant, if not wrong at that time Asiyah had read her profile on the internet, just as Asiyah also watched the interview show about him on Mi youtube," said Asiyah while looking at her eyes, looking for an empty and comfortable dining table for them to occupy.

"Maa shaa Allah, so the one who owns this restaurant is a girl Nak," Umi was surprised behind his admiration.

Asiyah blinked both eyes at Umi, nodding her head, asserting Umi's question just now.

"Bak there is an empty place, in the corner there, which is a little," said Cita immediately gave input to Asiyah while showing her fingertips.

"Where is Mi, good right there?" so Cita asked Umi.

"Yes, it's good, too, son, come on" replied Umi, nodding her head.

Asiyah, Cita, Umi, Ali and Aisyah had been sitting neatly on the table. Not to forget a woman translator of that language, named Yuna.

The table was placed in a pendopo like small lodges. Around the cottage there are replicas of green bamboo made of plastic. The walls of the hut are designed like prison bars but are square in shape with a dark yellow oil paint.

With a dim light orange golden color, a warm dim atmosphere is created in line with the sitting floor that is made like green grass, yes of course made of plastic as well. It actually looks more natural. Just one long table measuring about one and a half meters is found in the pendopo.

The pendopo is deliberately made separately from the usual restaurant chairs. They are designed especially for those who are special. For example, for family events, so that the moment of gathering is more relaxed. Or for other events so that the sense of family can be more felt when in this restaurant.

While they've all been in that warm pendopo. As if there is something lacking in the eyes of Cita. He finally realized that his co-worker had disappeared from his side. Caca, where's Caca?

Ceekkrekk..

In the middle of the luxury restaurant Caca looks very cool to photograph all kinds of ornaments of two cultures found in every corner of the wall. He was so happy that he forgot his other friends.

Holding the camera in his hand. Each eye is still fixed on the focal point of the camera. Clamp down on every interesting object he sees. Put his feet back. Caca walked back slowly. One step, two steps, three steps.

Caca turned his body quickly.

Byaaarrr...

Plentyggg..

Gubraakkk..

Instantly his clothes were filled with dark brown frozen gulai. Thick and oily reddish soup.

The ceramic plate fell and broke. The luxurious floor also tasted the taste of the rendang sauce that flows on it. Hhhmmm.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, " said Caca, looking down at his body. Subhanallah is dirty. Filled with oily rendang. Uupss, it turns out that not only the sauce, there is beef rendangnya stuck in between the veil in the chest.

Caca looked around. It was immediately realized that he was alone. Where are his friends?

It turned out that the noise arising from the throwing of the rendang plate had provoked the attention of everyone who was inside the restaurant. Including the attention of Asiyah and others in the pendopo lesehan.

"Well, that's Caca.. What's in there? It's as noisy as it is?" say Cita to Asiyah and others.

Cita waved her hand at Caca who looked clingak clinguk looking for the whereabouts of his friends.

"Tolongin doonngg," Caca stood speechless on his footrest. Calling Cita with her lips cue. Not wanting to scream, because it will only add to the shame after being covered in meat dishes.

Claims to approach Caca immediately. Walk down the pendopo stairs. As if he understood what was happening to his friend. Something must have gone wrong again, thought Cita.

Standing next to Caca. "Subhanallah Caca, what are you doing? Not satisfied with showering with soap? Must take a shower with rendang too? Yes aampuunn, be shy, where there is no change of clothes anymore right," said Cita slowly. Multicar. Wonderful about his friend.

"Yes already yes Cit, his friend again hit by a disaster too, buy in a change of clothes dong for a while, pleaseee," said Caca, a little annoyed with Cita's remarks.

Cita looked at Caca from toe to head. Still feeling astonished. Tacit. Then shook his head.