
Seruni pitted fence padlock with fence slot. Rudi stood behind Seruni, guarding their luggage. Almost a week they honeymooned, just on the way home they just realized not to bring the key to the house.Seruni back sound the fence. He kept his beat, not intending to make the neighbors wake up from his sleep despite the passing of dawn.
“I climb, try from the door of the house,” said Rudi who then climbed the fence.
Seruni guessed that with time like this the possibility of Diah going shopping in the market. The question is whether Diah went shopping with Sri. Seruni tries to contact Diah while Rudi knocks on the door of the house. Several times Rudi knocked on the door but there was no reply from the occupants of the house.
“Halo, Mba. Mba shopping again? Same Mother? Oh, yeah, yeah. Here we just wait in front.”
Rudi who took notice of Seruni's conversation with Diah finally decided to return to the front of the fence. Seruni sat leaning against the fence. His stomach was empty hoping for a Porridge to pass by today. Rudi sat down near Seruni and heard a rumbling sound from Seruni's stomach. Rudi glanced at Seruni, intending to be nosy on her but before long Rudi's stomach also sounded. Seruni and Rudi glanced at each other.
“Kok can ya forget to bring the key?” ask Rudi.
“I already nanya before leaving you even gombal.”
Rudi grin. It was true that Seruni had asked Rudi before before they left. From far away there was the sound of a ceramic bowl clashing with a spoon. Reflexes, Seruni and Rudi looked at the source of the sound. Rudi got up and waved towards the Butcher. Seruni got up and waited for the arrival of the Butcher. The Porridgeist got closer and stopped in front of Seruni and Rudi. The plastic chair he carried on the cart was prepared in front of Seruni and Rudi.
“Chicken slurry or chicken sop porridge?” ask Rudi to Seruni.
“Home chicken soup, let's get anget.”
Rudi nodded his head.
“The chicken soup porridge pack is two.”
“Complite Sir?” ask the Porridge Buyer.
“I do not make beans, Sir,” Seruni said to the Butcher.
The Porridgeer nodded his head. Without further ado, the Porridge immediately made an order from Seruni and Rudi. Seruni and Rudi sat on the chair. Occasionally Seruni warmed himself by swiping both palms.
“Besok you have entered?” ask Seruni to Rudi.
“Udah. Jump overtime even rich,” replied Rudi not spirit.
“Yes already, today want to relax in the cafe first? I also want to check out the cafe later in the afternoon.”
“Bby deh. Mba Diah at the cafe was just three o'clock, right? Let someone wait for Mother.”
The Butcher turned around while serving chicken soup porridge on Seruni and Rudi.
“Still yes Sir,” said Seruni.
“Pak, ask to sambelnya yes,” said Rudi.
“Oh yes,” The Butcher returns while thrusting a plastic bowl filled with sambel.
“Still Sir.”
Sunlight began to shine on the residential area. Some of the doors of the house began to open, indicating the day had to start. Seruni and Rudi had already finished their meal. They sit back, trying to bring down the food they just ate to be digested immediately. Before long, Diah and Sri came closer by car. The Porridgeist deftly moved the porridge cart away from the fence. Rudi got up from his seat and paid some money to the Butcher.
“Please Yes Sir.”
“Iya equally.”
The Porridgeist continued to sell. Not yet six but already got thirty thousand of course he expects a lot on this day. Diah finished parking his car and then exited the car with Sri.
“Bu,” said Rudi while greeting Sri.
“Thank God I've nyampe,” Reply Sri.
“Healthy right Bu?” tanya Seruni after greeting Sri.
“Praise God, healthy.”
“Ni, sorry I forgot to put the key on the mat,” Diah said apologizing.
“Father Mba, we who forgot to bring also kok,” reply Seruni.
Sri did not pay attention to what Seruni, Rudi and Diah were talking about. He focused on Seruni, seeing his daughter-in-law look very happy. Lots of smiles during conversations. Of course Sri hopes that what he wants can happen soon.
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“Ni, rice please move to rice bowl yes,” said Sri.
“Iya, Mum.”
Seruni moved from the dining table to prepare rice. Before long, Rudi came near the dining table after turning on the TV opposite the dining table. Rudi looked at the food he would be eating in a moment. He felt there was less. Rudi then went to get a glass and passed by Seruni.
“There's what. Mas?”
“You take a glass.”
“Oh yes, thank you Mas. I put this first,” said Seruni while leaving Rudi.
Rudi took three glasses of glass from the food cabinet and closed them and rushed back to the dining table. Arriving at the dinner table, he saw rice was already available on his plate. Seruni distributed rice to her family. Not much rice that he put in his plate, Seruni felt still full with what he ate this morning. Soon Seruni moved to Sri's table to pour rice.
“So here's enough, Bu?” ask seruni after pouring a spoon of rice.
“Udah, enough. Thanks yes,” reply Sri.
“Sama-sama, Mom,” Seruni said with a smile and then returned to her seat.
Seruni, Rudi and Sri begin to eat their lunch. Relax, they eat. Only the voice of the news anchor reading the news during the day could be heard speaking. Several times Sri glanced towards Seruni. He tried not to be known by Seruni. Sri in the bottom of her heart was gathering her courage. There was an important question that he had to address immediately at this moment. Sri stopped eating her lunch and looked towards Seruni.
“Ni, thanks for the batik. Even bother bringing souvenirs fitting honeymoon,” said Sri.
“Gak papa kok Bu, it's also all our pad again shopping,” reply Seruni.
Seruni and Sri smiled at each other. Seruni had yet to realize where this conversation was headed.
“Where is the honeymoon, seneng gak? Where to go?” ask Sri.
The smile on Seruni's lips started to become an awkward smile. He began to realize where this conversation would lead.
“Main-play aja kok Bu, around the same tourist attractions where girlfriendana used to be,” replied Rudi.
Seruni breathed out, feeling relieved that she had been saved by her husband.
“Oh, stop by the Panti too?” ask Sri.
“Mampir bentar aja Bu, it's a bit malem because,” Seruni replied.
“Mother is healthy right?”
“Praise God healthy. Twice a month still control also Bu.”
“Sgratitude.”
Seruni finally realized. The dish Sri chose for lunch is a dish to increase fertility. This time, Seruni felt like a failure as a person who had food education first. Seruni, Rudi and Sri resumed their lunch. The neutral answer obtained by Sri made him even more curious. He only hoped that the answer was positive and satisfying for him.
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Sri directs his flush to the grass in the park. Sri tried to wet all the grass to get evenly distributed nutrition. Sri moved to the plant table. The wet grass situation made him walk slowly. Once several times he almost slipped because of the slippery grass and sandalnya exposed to water. Slowly, Sri adjust the volume of water coming out of the hose. He did not want to make the Aglaonema he had not most water. Sri did not want the beautiful Aglaonema color of flaming red to turn yellowish withering due to too much water. It should be moist, without a lot of stagnant water. Five well-stocked pots of Aglaonema on the plant table have been well-moistened. Sri went back to the water tap and turned it off. Sri finished with her afternoon routine. It's time to clean up and prepare for the elderly fellowship in the Church.
Sri walked towards her room. Near Seruni and Rudi's room, he stopped for a moment. Sri scrunched his forehead. As much as possible he did not want to be caught by Seruni and Rudi because of the door they did not close completely.
“Iya Mas, I just realized also if the menu was for fertility.”
“Loh, yes?”
“Iya.”
No conversation sounds for a while. Sri tried to concentrate more, afraid to lose what Seruni and Rudi were talking about.
“May I do not realize yes if we are procrastinating to have children,” said Seruni.
Sri was silent in disbelief. It turns out what he heard first when the wedding reception was right. Sri walked away from Seruni and Rudi's room. In his heart, Sri was disappointed and confused. Why did they hide their plans from him. What's wrong with him? Is it wrong to expect to soon have a grandchild so that he can accompany himself at home?
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