
In the morning, we arrived at the city of Salak Padang Sidfemahan. We stopped at a typical South Tapanuli restaurant for breakfast. As soon as we got out of the car, we were approached by two men holding salak.
"Sibakkua bark, in the hands of two mangido sada," he said while giving salak for me.
I accept and ...
"Try it first, ma'am" said the man.
Kukupas and I ate. Waw! Tasty, sweet and a little cheeky.
"Here, ma'am, here, here, here's the salad" the man said again.
I followed, holding the Butet, while Bang Parlindungan took the Ucok to the bathroom.
"How, Sir?" tanyaku later.
"One twenty thousand chopsticks, buy three fifty thousand," he answered.
"How many chopsticks is that?"
"Oh, here, Mom, here's the chopsticks" the man said, pointing to the woven container.
"I'll take three," I said.
Deftly the man wrapped three chopsticks. I put it down and took it to the car.
"I bought the salak, Bang, sweet the salad," I reported to my husband when we were at the dinner table.
"Oh, yes," said the husband.
"Why, Bang, I can't believe it's sweet Brother Salakan" I said again.
"Believe, Dek, just believe it, it'll be ranting" said the husband again.
We had rice-pulut breakfast with anchovy sambal, Bang Parlin said his name was "kotan". After breakfast I went to the car, took a chopstick of salak earlier, to wash my mouth and I wanted to show Bang Parlin the taste of this salak.
"This, Bang, Rasain, once, the salaam is different from what people usually sell in Medan," I said while giving a salak to him, and I also took one for me.
But the taste is different, not the same as I ate earlier, it feels chelated, the stone is also not black as before. Bang Parlin also saw to close the eyes of the salak. Oh, my God, I was tricked, sure the seller gave me a good example of salak. I saw Bang Parlin laughing. Sebel.
I take the salaam again, I want to return it to the seller. But Bang Parlin prevented.
"No need, Deck," said Bang Parlin.
"Nggakkk, Bang, should be taught that salak artisans, damage the image of Padang Sidemuan city of Salak," said I sok cared.
I went to the seller, Bang Parlin followed behind. Bang Parlin pulled out my hand, she spoke to the salakman. They speak Angkola Batak.
"Fraud, give a good example, sell it bad," I said fiercely.
"Look, please choose the salad, replace the one, if returned can not," said the seller salak.
I was so confused, how to choose a sweet salad, it is impossible for me to taste one by one. Bang Parlin has a solution.
"We take that one," said Bang Parlin, pointing to the salak of a sack under their table.
The seller's face looked irritated, he lifted his sack. "It's a salak of choice yes" he said later.
"Yes, the one you give examples to is also a choice" said Bang Parlin.
"How do you feel if your wife or child is being deceived like this, this is a deception of his name" said Bang Parlin again.
"Yes, take three chopsticks, don't talk about everything" said the seller.
"We bought one of these sacks" said Bang Parlin, lifting the sack. "Please pack this," continued Bang Parlin pointing at the chopsticks.
Finally we bought the choice of salak, there were ten chopsticks all of them.
"Bang, remember the same needs of desire," I said to my husband when we were on the road.
"It was to teach them a lesson, they were forced not to sell again today, because we have brought all the examples, salak" said the husband.
By noon we arrived at the town of Panyabungan, the district capital of Mandailing Natal.
"We'll stop for a minute, buy toge" said our driver.
In my heart I thought, "what's he doing toge?" but the car does not stop at the vegetable market, but in the stall, it turns out that toge is a typical souvenir of Panyabungan. Cendol mix pulp and but yam, fresh also taste.
At one o'clock in the afternoon we arrived at Bang Parlin's garden, it turns out that the car has not been able to enter the garden, Ria and my sister were precisely at school. Bang Parlin distributed the salak that we bought earlier. The employees seem very happy.
I was left in the school building, Bang Parlin and some employees went to the garden on foot.
"Once again, Nia, it's over, I'm so sorry, I've been wrong" said my sister, shedding tears.
"What's wrong, brother?"
"That's your brother I told you to go shopping to the city, but your brother didn't want to, because he couldn't leave the cow, I had to go alone, before, right, away from the nearest town, again, he's a cow more than his wife" my brother said.
"Continue?"
"I keep saying gini, "Feed the cow, May all your cows die, the wife be left alone, the cow be accompanied, "I said out of annoyance."
"Well, what the hell is that, brother?"
"That's it, Nia, the mouth of this bucket," my brother said as he slapped his own mouth.
The word is do'a, we don't know which do'a we will get, so be careful talking. My brother had already felt for himself, two days after he had said so, their cow drowned to death, only two could be saved.
As the school got together, my brother-in-law kept quiet, two of his cows tied up in the schoolyard.
"How, Bang?" ask Bang Parlin.
"Yes, how else, just accept fate, this is a lesson for me, will already know how to deal with disaster, also a lesson for your brother," said Brother-in-law while pointing at my brother who lowered his face.
"Why with my sister?" ask Bang Parlin.
I then told her all, Bang Parlin seemed to smile.
"School money is expensive" said Bang Parlin.
"This school is free, Parlin, I never quoted a tuition fee of one rupiah, according to your trust, all free, our salary from your palm" said my brother.
Duh, my brother has misunderstood, I know what Bang Parlin meant.
"Hey, don't be deterred by your mouth yet, keep it your mouth, I know what Parlin said," My brother-in-law looked angry.
"What's more, why mention the expensive school, because I'm the headmaster of this school right?"
"Look, sister, the experience is the most valuable teacher, of course, school, your experience is certainly a teacher for you, yes, pay dead cows, it's expensive, I mean, Brother," Bang Parlin finally explained.
"Oh, this mouth, I'm so embarrassed, I'm a graduate who has been lectured to SD," said my brother while going out.
After the death of my brother, brother-in-law and then told the chronology of the flood, he had tried to herd the cow out, but the cow did not want, only two that he could drag. It means he wants to take out the cows one by one, but the big water comes. Only two cows survived, nineteen cows became carrion. Because they were locked in cages.
According to Brother-in-law, he buried all the cows. Sad to hear my brother's story.
"Bang, gini aja, Bang, if you want yes, it's palm it's time to harvest. But it's still flooding, so gini, Bang, if you can harvest your own, the money is for all of you. For the capital to buy new cows" said Bang Parlin.
"Really, Parlin?"
"Yes, Bang, that's all I can help you with, ask our employees, more pay than usual" Bang Parlin said.
"Thank you, Parlin," said my brother-in-law. He held her eyes, I knew she was crying.
We also actually lost a lot, three trucks were damaged by being submerged in water. Cows must also be treated. For two days Bang Parlin was busy cleaning the garden and taking care of the cows, while Brother-in-law was busy harvesting. After three days we could go to the stage house in the middle of the garden. The house is not broken. Even if it is made of wood, it is also resistant.
"We'll be here a long time, Dek," said Bang Parlin one night.
"Yes, Bang, it's okay, I'm the husband's wife, let alone here, in the arid place you asked me to," I tried to calm the husband. I know he's tired of taking care of the cow. Grass should be sought because it has just flooded. There's one truck a day of grass to feed all the cows.
"Hmmm, tumblr,"
"Tumben what, Bang,"
"It's usually spoiled,"
"No, Bang, tired brother, here is a massage," I said, holding his nape.
"Hihi," Bang Parlin laughed.
"Why, Bang?"
"Geli, your strength is not there, Dek,"
"Hmmm, if I don't, bang,"
"Don't break my stomach later,"
"I'm a disgrace to my body, yes, because I'm fat,"
"Lo, how insulting?"
"That's it, yeah,"
"No, Dek, you're so grateful you have a wife like adek,"
"Hmm, oh, yeah,"
"Yes, Dek, you don't have to buy another mattress, it's soft" said the husband, laying his head on my chest.
"Hhs, Brother."
"Sir, when do we have another baby?"
"Yes, my goodness, Bang, Butet is still seven months old,"
"Indeed seven months, Dek, but he's been asking for adak,"
"Son, ogah,"
"What the hell?"
"Gee, don't want to,".
" Well, it looks like we're gonna have to find this new Nunung,"
"Nunung what, Bang? Mating again, yeah, cut this off later,"
"For instance, Dek, for Christ's sake, Nunung cow dukan kok, Dek, brother wants to find a new breeder cow,"
"Hmmm, don't joke about polygamy, Bang, you don't like it,"
*wah.wah..bang pain is not old...*