BABE JADULKU

The Part 18

"Call Bang Parta first, Dek?" husband's orders.

Bang Parta is a nickname of Bang Partaonan, who lives in Kalimantan, a palm oil trader as well. I immediately took out old-school HP Bang Parlin, checked the number and typed the number in my HP.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang, this is Nia, his wife Bang Parlin," greetings and my brooms when the relationship is connected.

"Waalaikumsalam, how are you?"

"All right, Bang, we'd like to come there if we could,"

"You want to come to Borneo?"

"Yes, Bang, there's a WA number, Bang,"

"Some, your brother has his WA, do you want to ride what you let us order tickets,"

"Flight the plane, Bang, we're in Bandung,"

"What's? In Bandung, it is the dirty Parlin this."

"Not a hawk, Bang, want to travel around Indonesia he said, all friends,"

"Yes, yeah, that's a bitch, where is she?"

"Here, Bang," I said, handing over HP to Bang Parlin.

"Use Indonesian, Adek wants to listen" I whispered to Bang Parlin.

But they still use Batak language too, sebel! Finally I just watched and waited for the verdict.

After about fifteen minutes of talk the HP returned to me again.

"Nia, book a ticket from Bandung to Pontianak, just let us know the day before leaving, let's pick you up" said Bang Partaonan.

"Why does it have to be a day before you leave, Bang?

"From Pontianak to where we're still far away,"

God, this is going to be a long journey.

Soon I scraped HP, browse about Bandung tickets to Pontianak, can but leave is still Saturday. I'll order online soon.

"The ticket price is almost two million, Bang," reported the husband.

"Yes, that's just a hundred kilos of palm,"

"But Bang Parta is paying,"

"No, Dek, we'll pay,"

There is another day in Bandung, want to go for a walk too, but we do not know about Bandung at all. While the stomach is hungry Bang Parlin's food affairs are very complicated, he only wants South Tapanuli cuisine, where to look in Bandung.

When I opened HP was about to ask if Google there was a incoming WA message. When I opened it turned out to be from Rara, a huge message streak.

(Where are you)

(I didn't say anything anyway)

(Died a little while away)

(Repeat this, go home)

(Where are you, let my husband pick you up)

As soon as the message from Rara, I showed Bang Parlin, Bang Parlin just said ignore it. It turns out this could also be a husband.

(How do you, uh, messages read but not reciprocated, what do you mean?) WA message from Rara again. Ah, this has to be explained, meaning her husband hasn't told me yet. Than he was prejudiced against us.

(Sister Rara, we left because she was scolded by her husband, Bang Parlin hurt, please let it go, only this time I saw Bang Parlin hurt so much) I finally replied.

(What did my husband say)

(Udah, do not need to be discussed again, which obviously the husband does not like us coming,)

(Well, Nia, sorry, yes, my husband did, so we never went back)

I did not reply again, I continued my goal to find good food in Bandung. I haven't been able to find it yet, my husband said.

"Second, I heard there is a building satay, we go there yuk, must sell a lot of satay," said the husband.

"Ready, Boss!" I answered while ordering a taxi online to gedung satay. We also leave. But Bang Parlin and I were dumbstruck when they arrived, it turned out that the satay building was not selling satay, but a fairly large building.

"Where's the satellite?" bang Parlin.

"Where do I know, who brought you here, brother,"

"Ah, this is not right Bandung people, he said gedung sate, thought to sell a lot of satay,"

"Oh, there, Tea, in the back,"

"We're looking for satay, aren't we looking for tea?" the husband answered.

The person looked confused, I saw Bang Parlin also looking confused.

"The Bandung guy was weird, asked satay, who was appointed tea," said Bang Parlin again. I held my stomach and held my laughter.

We ended up eating satay too, there was another misunderstanding that was quite funny, I also misunderstood.

"This is the whimper" said the waiter, showing the green chili.

"Where the whining is, I like the whining," said Bang Parlin.

"Here," replied the waiter, pointing at the chili.

"Ah, how the hell, Dek, chili time is called whiny,"

"Come on, Bang," I said to be confused, because as far as I know it's crackers, it's good if friends eat satay.

"What satay, Dek?" ask the waiter.

"Sate Jando, sir,"

"Astagfirullah, satay jando? Who cooked the widow?"

"No, sir, it's bovine tits,"

"Astagfirefull!" back Bang Parlin istighfar.

We went back to the hotel, not satisfied with the satay meal. The husband didn't even spend the satay, because the servant said sate bovine tits. Either because he's a cattle rancher or don't I know.

"Abang wants to travel around Indonesia, but my taste is not Indonesian" I said to my husband.

"Yes, Dek, it's hard this village tongue" said the husband.

"We'll just order good, Bang,"

"What food is this fat, not ah, the name is already strange," replied the husband.

Finally I showed HP to the husband, the basic is old-fashioned husband. I let the husband choose, finally met too, even in Bandung it turns out there is also a typical Mandailing restaurant in this Pasundan land.

When we ate Rara called, I gave her to Bang Parlin, but Bang Parlin would not accept. I didn't think someone like Bang Parlin could sulk too.

(Please lift) a message from Rara.

Again I showed Bang Parlin, "yes, yes, lift" replied Bang Parlin.

The video call I finally picked up too, it turns out there is a father, Rara's father. There is also the Shelter of his son Rara.

"Bang Pain, I'm sorry, Bang Pain," said Rara.

"Yes, Rara, Brother also apologized,"

"Staying in spirit, Parlin, you're my proud son, I'm always monitoring your development" said Mr. Rara.

"Yes, sir, I'm sad, sir, I've been waiting a dozen years to see you, so look," said Bang Parlin, with a clear grain in the corner of his eye.

"Whatever the story, you remain the pride of the Father, consider Rara as your own sister," said the Father again.

"Yes, sir, I used to think so," said Bang Parlin, I knew he was lying, he was long married waiting for Rara.

"This is my husband, Bang, he wants to talk" said Rara.

Then it was seen on the screen of the tall man.

"Sorry, yes, honestly I'm jealous of you, Father and Rara always tell me about you, ask the village just want to know the news about you, so I'm up to poult you have a lot of cattle, a lot of cattle, help your brothers all, get your father to Mecca, marry the townspeople, I know all, I'm jealous, but I just found out you think of Rara as your sister, it's stupid that I'm jealous of my wife's sister" said the burly man.

Duh, start again, Bang Parlin cried, I don't like this, I don't like to see Bang Parlin sad.

The next day we finally left, Rara drove us to Husein Sastra Negara airport, our destination was Supadio Pontianak airport.

When we arrived at Supadio airport, Bang Parta and his wife were waiting there, we took a car to the palm oil plantation of Bang Parta.

"How long is this trip, Bang?" I asked Bang Parta.

"We went to Ketapang, about thirteen hours by car." replied Bang Parta.

Yes, God, my stomach will be shaken again.

*Parlin invite healing nia.. wait for the following part.. *

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