BABE JADULKU

Season 2 Part 3

...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...

Once a year we always go for a walk, one of Bang Parlindungan's favorite is to travel around Indonesia. This time Bang Parlindungan to make Facebook status, he made only me and Bang Parlin can see. He has started to use Medsos.

(To HEALING around the island of Java, want to go to Jogja, want to Borobudur)

That's Bang Parlin's status, but he's got his Facebook privacy, only me and Bang Parlin are looking.

"Again more sophisticated now, yes, what is Healing Bang," I asked one night. At that time we slept in front of the TV, the Ucok and the Butet had slept in the room.

"Sophisticated what, brother is not old, brother wants to like the status of person2, Healing no matter what Deck" while chuckling...

"let's say alan-way bang, Healing is healing, mental medicine, man2 is like a brother, want to walk aja use say Healing, use Facebook status again," I collected...

"Just want to, Dek, not even anything, yes, Healing Taik cat" bang pain still chuckles...

"Abang has shifted from the principle of your own life, want it means desire, not need," I said again...

"Yes, indeed, Dek, but desire can be a need, we need a picnic lo, Dek, let's not panic, let's not be careless," said the husband again.

"What's the speck, Bang, hujankah?"

"Give me, Dek, let's go on a picnic to the moon first,"

"Moon?"

"Yes, Deck, moon, we fly to the moon,"

"Haha,"

My husband has not changed, if you ask for rations there is always a way to seduce. Her seduction was a dime, but it always made me melt.

When we were about to fly to the moon, suddenly there was the sound of the cry of the Butet, followed by the sound of the call of the Ucok, it was gone, fortunately also Bang Parlin the key to the nursery.

Bang Parlin took care of the Butet, I took care of the Ucok who asked to go to the bathroom. Finally my two children put Bang Parlin to sleep with a fairy tale. He really likes to tell stories with the Ucok. This time Bang Parlin tells the story of Si Sampuraga, a legend from the land of Mandailing.

"What sampuraga, Bang?" I cut the story of Bang Parlin.

"Nonsense," replied Bang Parlin.

"Maybe, all Batak people have a family, where maybe the Sampuraga has no clan," I asked protest.

"Harahap," said Bang Parlin.

"Ah, no way, even if I am Harahap tabalan, I do not want Sampuraga the ungodly child of the Harahap clan," I said protesting again.

"That's why Sampuraga is not surnamed told by our ancestors, if there were a surname maybe his descendants would be embarrassed, labeled Sampuraga descendants, a kind of code of ethics story," explained Bang Parlin.

Incredibly, ancient people already know the code of ethics of the story, without mentioning the clan of the story character. Because the child is a bad boy.

"This boy is a nuisance," the Ucok protested as Bang Parlin's story came to a halt.

Lah, this kid looks like his mom, loves to protest. "Udah, go on," I said at last.

There was a half hour Bang Parlin told the legend of Si Sampuraga, I actually followed to sleep. Waking up as Bang Parlin.

"Dek, Ucok same Butet had slept that," said Bang Parlin. The clock shows the number ten. We continued the delayed flight. Flap back the wings, fly towards the moon.

But again there was a disturbance, this time the sound of the phone continues to ring. We stopped the activity because of the old husband's phone call. HP Nokia 1100 it rarely reads, if there is a call means an important problem.

"Hello, assalamu'alaikum, "greetings and my broom while turning on the speaker.

"Waalaikumsalam, sorry to bother, meet, I am Purwati from Malang" he said from across the street.

What's from the phone, who is this Purwati?

"Yes, this is Parlin Nia's family, there's something we can help you with" I said trying to be friendly.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, but I really admire Bang Parlin" he said.

"Well, what? admiring people's husbands,"

'Sorry, don't get me wrong,"

"Obviously I was wrong, there was a woman calling at ten in the night, saying I was amazed at my husband" I said later.

"I'm sorry, I called at this hour because I have time at this hour" he said.

"Bang, there's this fan of yours," I told my husband, handing over the HP.

This guy always apologizes, before long, he's rambling, people are already in the crown.

"Yes, Mom, what's the need, Mom?"

"Let's Bang Parlin, first I'm sorry for being so presumptuous to call,"

"Say what you want, then sorry, sorry for what," I said annoyed.

"Sorry, Mom, sir,"

"Haa, sorry again, okay, you're forgiven, tell me what you want,"

"Look, Mom, sir, I got free capital assistance two years ago, now our business has advanced, so I'm curious, because said the person who helped me do not need to be paid, pay it to someone else, I asked why, he said, because he also got it so, curious, I traced who started this, I was so amazed, amazed by this method of kindness, he said, after I traced it to the top, it turned out that Bang Parlin was the one who started, so I want to thank you, if you're pleased, I invite you to come to malang, I want to thank you, I want to show my children examples of extraordinary people" he said at length.

"Our Law to Malang?"

"Yes, sir, ma'am, if you're willing, we'll send you a plane ticket" he said.

"Well, ma'am, we're ready, but don't send tickets, we'll order our own, we happen to want to go for a walk" said Bang Parlin.

After a long story, the phone was closed.

"Rezeki Papa could indeed be like this, want to walk there are invited," said Bang Parlin saraya continued flying to the moon.

The next day Bang Parlin seriously book tickets Medan Malang, can depart the next day. During that time I continued to communicate with this woman named Purwati. It turns out that people who helped Bang Parlin one of them Javanese who migrated to Sumatra, at that time the person wanted to go home but did not have money because it had not worked for a long time, he was in an accident and can't work anymore. Bang Parlin gave twenty-five million as zakat, Bang Parlin's message if successful help others. He turned out to be successful as a meatball trader in Surabaya. And the three people she helped, Purwati is one of them.

We left from the field on a plane. The flight takes about five hours. Arriving at Abdulrahman Saleh airport, Purwati and her two children were waiting. We were immediately taken to Purwati's meatball stall. We were entertained with a variety of typical Malang dishes, there are orem-orems, tempe mendol, and more.

Purwati really entertained us, but Bang Parlin asked for permission to stay at the hotel only, Purwati's adult son immediately took us to the hotel.

"Yuk streets, Bang," I said to Bang Parlin. It was late afternoon, but somehow I wanted to go for a walk to see the city of Malang.

We finally came out, the Ucok and Butet participated, Ucok on foot, while Butet was carried by Bang Parlin.

"Mom, buy that, Mommy," said the Ucok, pointing to the sandalwood seller. We got closer to the seller, a mother she again arranged a glass.

"Buy cendol, ma'am," said Bang Parlin.

"Sampun telas," answered the mother while continuing to arrange the glass.

"Whoa, put on a glass" replied Bang Parlin.

"Wong is crazy" said the mother again.

"Or this mother, we are indeed Medan people,"

The mother seemed confused, I was also confused. Fortunately, someone explained, it turned out that the cendol was over.

We walked again, we chose to walk while looking around. Bang Parlin took him to a stall, said he was thirsty and asked for a drink.

"Bikin used to shower three" said Bang Parlin.

"Mandi?" the guard looked confused.

"Cold sweet, ma'am, sweet tea with ice" I explained. In the field of cold sweet tea is commonly called a bath.

"Oh, kneading," said the mother.

"Nganteni said people order cold sweet tea," Bang Parlin murmured.

"Hurry up, Wak, thirsty times," said the Ucok.

"Difficulty, busy wong,"

"Ah, it's not right, it's been said cold sweet tea, want milk again he said," said Bang Parlin.

The stall was very rambling indeed, astonished to see it too, many people queued up to buy sweet tea. Finally our order came too, directly drunk Bang Parlin and the Ucok.

"How, Ma? bang Parlin asked when we finished drinking.

"Rongty ewu" answered the mother.

"Nobody, we don't eat quail eggs" Bang Parlin said as he looked at the boiled quail eggs on the table.

"Hahaha," the mother and several other visitors laughed.

* Ah often like this if bang Parlin and Niyet street tuh 🤭 *