Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Ba'ayak porridge

When the hard heart began to soften, the love and affection that had been buried just like that. Very know with the favorite food of the princess, early in the morning Adila cooked the dish to be given to Jena, her daughter.

Not entrusted to Arkan, nor to Gibran, Adila himself who will deliver the dish by itself. From looking for material, the middle-aged woman did it herself.

The air is cool with a salty aroma, welcoming the arrival of Adila in the beach area. The middle-aged woman came without a driver, driving her car to meet Jenaira, who was pregnant with her future granddaughter.

Arriving at the beach area, the woman was greeted by Agam, the kind-hearted daughter-in-law. It looks like Agam is watering the flowers owned by his wife located on the edge of their residence. Adila's arrival at the beginning of this day had made Agam surprised, especially by bringing dishes for his wife. Had wanted to ask, for whom the sweet porridge was, but when Adila immediately asked the whereabouts of Jena, making Agam sure that the dish was for his wife.

"Still sleeping ma'am, after the dawn prayer she re-entered the blanket," free if lying, Adila would definitely immediately find Jena and the statement of the woman still asleep would be revealed.

"Still asleep? he should have walked leisurely in the morning, not continued to sleep."

Perhaps, Adila is full of emotions and a tongue that is quite spicy when it wants to be born into the world. If it's about Jena, other than being angry and saying bad, it's like there's nothing good. Seeing the gruel rantang made an exception this time.

"He often walks leisurely, mother. Although not in the morning he often does it in the afternoon. Anyway last night he finished the script longer than usual, which is why he still wants to continue his sleep," Agam explained the state of his wife"Mom cooked something for Jena?," he glanced at Adila's hand.

While handing over the bushel to Agam"Try you advise him, finish his job, take leave can you. She's pregnant, it's not good to keep staying up. Or, what work can not be done during the day?," after handing over the fruit, Adila took a squat, pay attention to the flowers owned by her daughter"The spicy-mouthed woman was good at also caring for flowers," murmured the heart.

Glam smiled faintly"Behold Agam, last night was the last script, mother. Jena did want to take a leave of absence," smelling the sweet aroma from inside the bushel, Agam became curious about what Adila was carrying. If this is porridge, why does it smell sweet?? what is this porridge?.

"Mom's had breakfast?."

"Never," said Adila"I only had time to eat the wet cake I bought at the dawn market, while looking for grated coconut and suji leaves to make the porridge.

Inner Agam wondered, what kind of porridge does Adila process?. Instead of growing curious, Agam invited Adila into their residence, he intended to wake Jena up to enjoy the porridge, and immediately make breakfast for her in-laws.

"I still want to be here" said Adila when Agam invited her in.

"What do you want for breakfast? maybe Agam can make it."

"Anything, I'm not picky about food" he said, standing up and starting to step on the sand. It was like Adila took off her footwear, feeling the grains of sand greeting her directly to the soles of her feet.

"I haven't been down the beach in the morning for a long time" Adila said. Remembering that he had left this house long enough, he left Jena to his parents, until finally they were gone, there was a longing that Adila felt that morning.

Finding the look of yearning for Adila's two eyes, Agam said"If you want to enjoy the morning air first, do it. When breakfast is ready I'll call mom."

Adila gave a small nod"Hemm," muttered without looking at Agam. Because his attention was caught on the old building which has now been renovated by his two children, as well as his son-in-law. Deep down, Adila gave thanks, the memories with her parents are still awake thanks to her children.

Leaving the slightly nostalgic Adila, Agam immediately walked into his residence, placing Adila's hand on their private kitchen table. Uh! the curiosity contained Agam stepping back closer to the dining table, opening the bushel to ascertain what porridge Adila was carrying.

The sweet aroma mixed with the scent of suji leaves, the white porridge was evocative of his taste. Especially at the meal in the morning and still in a warm state, Agam suddenly swallowed saliva.

Soon the man picked Jena up upstairs, woke her up to enjoy the porridge together.

"There is a sweet-scented porridge, very fragrant. I'm sure this is more delicious than the cendol made by the mother," whispered Agam successfully make both eyes open perfectly.

Instantly the woman sat down and swallowed the saliva"Hot? what's cold?."

"Their tomb?."

"Hot. Mother made it. I put it on the kitchen table...."

Adila's sweet porridge!! Jena knew very well with the dish, she immediately grabbed Agam's words"Then take me there!! if Gibran smelled that scent I'm sure he'd finish it!!!," exclaimed Jena stalling both hands to Agam. Like a boy whining in a car.

"He came in the early hours, and now I'm sure Gibran is still sleeping....."

"Shaking your head"No! did you open the dish?."

"Yes, I want to make sure what porridge you're carrying. Why?" Agam staggered as Jena pulled his arm before actually welcoming his hand.

"Get in. Even at the end of the world he would wake up immediately when he smelled the porridge."

"My wife!! watch your step!."

"You shouldn't open it? even in a faint state, Gibran must have awoken because of the smell of the porridge!!," he complained very anxious to get to the dining table immediately.

"Slowly. Here, I just carry it," seeing Jena speeding up, Agam became worried for the safety of his wife. Moreover, they will go down the stairs, do not let bad things happen and ruin their happiness.

"No need! I'm fat, I don't want to be your burden in the morning."

"You're not fat, just getting softer."

With the tip of her eyes, Jena glanced at Agam"Do you look like a bakpao?."

Glamor laughed, it would be even more complicated if he continued this talk about weight. Women will be angry if they say fat, but will not believe if they say slim. It was very understandable.

Grabbing the wife's fingers, the man led Jena to walk"Do you know, I was intrigued to taste the mother's porridge," he said, switching the conversation.

Jena frowned"At least, you can only taste it a little. Be it hot or cold, the porridge is always delicious" Jena said.

"Yes, it's beautiful."

The sound of spoons clashing, making Jena's heart more agitated, he was sure Gibran had mastered his porridge.

And...."Yak!!! that's my porridge!," cried Jena found Gibran had eaten half of the porridge in the bushel."

Instead of feeling sorry, let alone apologizing"Jorok! wash your face first!! look there's an elephant-sized cane in the corner of your eye!" Gibran put the porridge back in his mouth, clearly seeing how much he enjoyed the meal Adila brought that morning.

Ow!! why are those things so much!! Jena almost cried because of Gibran this morning"Gibraaaannnnn!!! you stole my porridge!!!.

To be continued...

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