Bismillah I Chose You

Part 10 | Love?

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"For love and taste let it be a secret between us. No need to care about the words of others who are not necessarily the truth."

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Love, a very ordinary thing and easily expressed in the form of words. The arrival is often unexpected and unexpected, sometimes giving likes and even do not hesitate to give grief and injury. It is tasteless if love is not in a relationship, especially in domestic relationships.

"Are you happy to marry Farhan?" The question suddenly slid free from the sidelines of Siska's lips.

Shandra who was busy peeling cassava immediately stopped and turned her head. "Why do you ask that?"

"No papa. I was just surprised to see your relationship with Farhan, married but still so. There's no change." Curiously, the twenty-five-year-old girl revealed the peculiarity of her best friend's household.

"Yes, this is how we are. I am with what I am, and Mas Farhan with what he is. Is something wrong?"

"Obviously it's wrong. I just found you two rich married couples" he said.

In the depths of her heart, Siska lamented her best friend's monotonous household. Shandra with a rigid and raw language style, while Farhan is more relaxed with 'gue-loe'. Sometimes he asks, what kind of household is his best friend living?

"There's nothing wrong, Siska. It's just your feelings" Shandra said.

"Do you love Farhan?" ask Siska to the point. He was curious.

Shandra who was busy inserting cassava skin into a pocket of friction turned her head. He was surprised to hear an unexpected question posed by his best friend. To be honest, he had never felt what was called love. Of love? He never thought of the one word that people were always talking about.

"Your question is really strange, Siska," interrupted Shandra and again busy with her activities that had stopped.

"I'm serious, Shandra!" insist Siska. Even he left a moment of his busyness.

"I did too," he said.

"Ok, then I'll make the question easy. How do you feel about Farhan's deck?" seloroh Siska with a rough breath.

"Usually," in short without the slightest burden. Siska held her breath for a while. He was shocked not to play hear his best friend's innocent answer.

"Do you care if Deket same Farhan?"

Shandra nodded steadily. "Don't be with him. With you I'm just being with you."

Siska groaned in frustration. "That's not what I mean, Shandra," he said.

"Well what does that mean? Isn't that normal for every living creature?"

"Udahlah lupain aja," snorted Siska with annoyance that was already in the crown.

"Yes already," Shandra replied without sin.

Siska looked towards Farhan who was laughing with her sister, then turned back to her best friend. A very striking and contrasting difference. Look at Farhan who so easily gives a smile while Shandra? It can be counted on the fingers every day. He became worried about the continuity of the household of the friend.

"Have you finished yet?" ask Ratih who just came home from the stall across the house.

"Udah, Ma'am," replied Siska immediately carrying the cassava she had managed to grate gently.

Ratih just smiled, then was busy taking out his groceries. There are cayenne pepper, red chili, tempeh, grated coconut, onion, garlic, and various other kitchen spices.

"Aunty will make what?" shandra asked enthusiastically.

"Combro," said Ratih while preparing all the tools and materials he needed at the table.

Combro or abbreviation of oncom in jero, is a typical West Javanese food with cassava dominant ingredients. In accordance with the meaning of the name, the combro is made of cassava grater with oncom sambal in it. However, sometimes using tempe as an oncom replacement material that is very rarely found in stalls. The combination of ingredients and spices make the combro taste spicy and sweet.

"May I help, Auntie?" shandra asked offered.

"Yes, sana gih. Later your husband seized Shakira just know the taste," added Siska. His eyes were fixed on Farhan and his sister who were watching television in the living room.

Ratih who was busy mengolek seasoning, quickly hit his daughter's arm slowly. "If by the way is guarded," he recalled.

"Kidding, ma'am," as if with a special grin.

"I don't like watching television, Auntie" said Shandra, stopping the debate between the mother and the child.

"Try it first, Shan. Who knows, you will become addicted" said Siska. He's getting weird.

"Mas Farhan's spectacle bored me. He always spends his free time watching soap operas. I really don't like shows like that" Shandra said.

Siska laughed back and forth at the honest answer from her best friend. "Still the same with the kids, love watching that."

"Farhan is better suited to Shakira. We both love watching drama" he continued.

"Husst, your mouth well. It can't be braked" said Ratih. He was afraid that Shandra would catch on to different things by hearing the narration of her firstborn.

Siska just grinned the horse in response. "Liat tuh, the two of them even laughs indistinctly," said Siska pointing towards the living room.

"I'm used to seeing things like that. I even caught Mas Farhan crying just because of the drama series," said Shandra.

"Astagfirullah, because he has repented" said Siska as much as possible not to spout his laughter.

"It's not good to talk to someone else behind their back. Mending here help fried combros," said Ratih.

Both women of that age immediately followed the order of Ratih without much protest.

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"A Farhan ending it kok nyesek well," said Shakira while removing tears. Whereas throughout the story they are treated to cool humor, and also the animators of the characters who make them baper.

Farhan nodded in agreement. Maybe if he watched in his house he would flood with tears like Shakira.

"That's so good of you two" said Siska with a plate of combros in hand. Not to miss Ratih and Shandra tailed behind him.

"The film, Tea. But it's sad at last" Shakira said.

"Don't be dramatic. It's just boongan doang" said Siska who is now sitting together on the carpet.

"Teteh said that because Teteh did not watch. Try to follow me, won't you, A?" sela Shakira asked for approval.

Farhan nodded back. He is still swept up in his story. It was very unexpected and able to make him difficult to move on.

"Feeding was still hot" said Ratih stopped the chattering of Shakira and Siska who were fighting arguments.

Hearing their Ratih command immediately devoured the food that had been presented before their eyes. Enjoy every spicy, sweet, savory taste in the mouth.

"Loe's still block Irfan's number, Sis?" farhan asked in between the chewing activity.

Siska who heard that automatically choked and coughed. While Ratih stared at the horror of his eldest daughter, asking for more explanation.

Without answering, the single girl walked quickly to the kitchen to get some water, avoiding Farhan's question.

Shandra stared at her husband. He does not like the husband who is too meddling in the personal problems of his best friend.

"Gue is just a doang. Seriously," said Farhan in self-defense. He was most horrified to see the reasonable flat without the expression of his wife.

Farhan gulped his saliva with difficulty when he never got a response from Shandra. He cursed his mouth that could not be controlled.

▪To be continue▪