Hate Is Love's
The Prospective Father
An hour ago, Stella seemed agitated, unable to close her eyes. Beside him Tamar was asleep. He saw the clock on the wall, the time showing twelve o'clock at night less than five minutes. The woman woke her husband. With a slow motion, he shook Tamar's shoulders.
“Bang.. brother wake up.”
“Euungg.”
Feeling the shock with the voice of his wife, Tamar slowly opened her eyes. Stella was sitting next to him. The man tried to collect his life which was still scattered. He straightened his body while leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. With squinting eyes he looked at the wall clock.
“Why baby?” ask Tamar with a hoarse voice.
“Abang.
“Eat what?”
“Perkedel bondon.”
“Hah? Perchedel what?”
“Perkedel bondon the hall station. I want to eat that again. Let's go there.”
“Now?”
“Ya, yes. If it's early in the morning, close the place.”
Tamar closed her eyes for a moment, then the man got off the bed. He walked to the bathroom to wash his face. Tamar took her jogger pants and put them on, not forgetting that she had covered her body with a jacket. Stella also only coats the pajamas she wears with a jacket.
The man took the car keys from the top of the nightstand and got out of the room. In order to fulfill the desire of the wife who was craving, the man was willing to wake up in the middle of the night to drive her to buy the desired food.
With moderate speed Tamar drove her vehicle. The road looks empty. Only one or two vehicles passed. They quickly reached their destination. Tamar parked her vehicle in front of the store with a banner in front of her that read Perkedel Bondon.
Bondon is the name given to a paid woman or a night butterfly. The seller deliberately uses the word bondon, referring to the time of sale at night. Like a night butterfly that always operates at night.
Initially the venue was open from half eleven p.m. But now starting at eight o'clock has opened the field. Since long ago until now, the food is still in demand by the people of the city of Bandung. Even many visitors from outside the city are curious to taste the food made from potatoes.
There were already a few visitors when Tamar and Stella got there. They still have to wait for the parchment that is still fried. The two sat in the chair provided by the merchant.
“How much do you want to buy?” ask Tamar.
“20.”
Tamar immediately ordered the seller. With the other buyers, they sat waiting. Stella tightened her unkempt jacket when she felt a gust of wind. Tamar pulled a zipper to cover the jacket his wife was wearing.
Not long after their order is ready. After paying the order, the two immediately returned to the car. Stella took a tissue to wrap the still-hot parchment and ate it. Tamar glanced at Stella, looking at the wife who was so enjoying the meal, making her gulp.
Stella took another piece of the parchment, then pointed it at her husband's mouth. Tamar just nodded her head when she felt the legendary taste of the bondon parchment. During the trip, five pieces of parchment successfully entered into the stomach of the pregnant woman. Tamar also ate. Almost half of the food was consumed before they arrived at the apartment.
Arriving at the apartment unit, Stella immediately headed for the kitchen. He moved the parchment into the plate. Then the woman took the red cayenne pepper and tomato from the refrigerator. With a coet made of wood he began to mince cayenne pepper, a little slice of tomato, salt and brown sugar. Don't forget he gave me a little rice that had been burned.
The woman brought the coet to the dining table. He filled the empty plate he had taken with rice, then added soy sauce on it. Stella pulls up the chair then relishes the condo cake with rice topped with soy sauce while dicocol to the chili she made.
Tamar just shook her head to see his wife's appetite that never receded even though she was pregnant in the first trimester. If pregnant women generally have trouble eating in the first three months of pregnancy, it does not apply to Stella. However, Tamar is grateful that her wife did not encounter any significant difficulties when carrying their first child.
“Eat a lot, baby,” Tamar rubbed the top of his wife's head.
“Abang to eat, no?”
“Ngga, make you aja.”
The man walked into the kitchen to get a drink. As he sat himself down, he placed the glass near his wife. His eyes looked at the plate containing the parchment. There are only three left there.
“Tomorrow what do you want to eat? Let brother buyin go home from work.”
“Not thought, bang. Later look forward to inspiration first.”
A smile was imprinted on Tamar's face. The words that come out of the wife's mouth sometimes sound astounding. After finishing her meal, Stella brought dirty dishes, glasses and torn into the kitchen. He washed all the equipment, then returned to the room.
“Do not go straight to sleep, Which. Let your stomach digest the food first,” remember Tamar when she saw Stella go up to the bed.
“Iya. We'll watch tv first.”
Tamar's hand moved to turn on the coming screen that was attached to the front wall of her bed. Stella snatches the remote in the hands of her husband. He chose an app that aired his favorite Korean drama. While leaning his head, he watched the drama presented on the screen.
Twenty minutes later, Stella fell asleep. The remote in his hand just slipped away. Slowly Tamar laid his wife. After turning off the television, the man lay down next to Stella. The woman's body then hugged her tightly. Shortly afterwards there was a smooth snoring, a sign that the man was asleep.
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Tamar pecked herself in front of the mirror. His strapping body was wrapped in a black T-shirt with Bareskrim on the back. Today he will do fieldwork. Arresting the perpetrators of crimes that have been tracked by his men for a week. Three DPOs committed serial murders.
When he came out of the room, his eyes caught Stella looking for something in the kitchen. The man approached his wife. A kiss on the top of his head.
“Search what, Which?”
“Perkedel is still three, where? Discarded same brother?”
“Ngga.”
“Where to dong? Edible time of rats.”
“Abang who ate earlier abis shabuh. Why emang?”
“Abang.”
Stella's lips went forward a few inches. Annoyed, he sat his ass in the dining chair. Tamar was confused. The man pulled a chair near his wife and sat there.
“Why?”
“I want breakfast pack it.”
“Waduh.. keep how dong?”
“Au ah.”
Stella who was in snack mode because the rest of the parchment that will be used as a breakfast menu by her was eaten by her husband, immediately entered the room. He threw his body on the bed. Rushing Tamar followed the wife to the room. He sat himself on the side of the bed.
“Yang.. don't sulk.”
“Au aaah.”
“Let's buyin again.”
“Ngga. I want it this morning.”
Tamar just scratched her head that didn't itch. Because of the three pieces of parchment, Stella became angry with him. The man continued to try to persuade his wife not to be angry for a long time. Especially when he's going to work soon. It was not calm to leave Stella in this state.
“Yang. You do not sulk, brother does not calm you.”
For a moment Stella was still in her current position. Then she got up and looked at her husband. Seeing Tamar's face, her heart began to melt. The man rubbed Stella's cheek gently.
“Maafin. The breakfast was replaced by another one, yes. What do you want?”
“Abang works only. Let me find breakfast.”
“Sorry yes, dear.”
“Yes, nothing. Brother be careful yes.”
“Iya.”
Stella grabbed the husband's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Tamar kissed Stella's forehead and lips at a glance. The man put on his jacket, put a cell phone in his jacket pocket and took the car keys.
“Abang go first. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam. Be careful brother.”
Tamar nodded her head. The man then came out of the room. Just as the man was about to open the door of his apartment unit, a call from Aji came in. His subordinate asked Tamar directly to the location because the team had moved.
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The raids carried out by Tamar and her team members bore fruit. They managed to catch the DPO in a serial murder case. All were taken to the police station for questioning.
Three suspects were put in a cell. One by one they were interrogated by officers, along with witnesses and the families of the victims. From morning until late afternoon, Tamar was really made busy with this case.
After a long interrogation, Tamar returned to her room. He threw his ass in his chair. Just now he closed his eyes, his phone rang. He quickly picked up the phone from the first lady.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam. Is he long gone?”
“A minute, baby. Why?”
“Combro?”
“Iya. But the buy should be in Cibadak. His movement was in front of Cibadak road. Spicy combronya pesen yes, bang.”
“Iya, darling. How much to buy?”
“20.”
“Oke.”
“Don't use old yes, bang. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Tamar looked at the clock on her wrist. Time shows at half-four. The man walked out of the room and into the mosque next to the office. After performing the Ashar prayer, the man returned to his room. He put his jacket back on and put his phone in his jacket pocket. He grabbed the keys to the car on the table. Before leaving the office, he met Aji first.
“Ji. First lady order food. Please sort out two more people who have not been interrogated continue to make the report.”
“Ready, capt.”
After saying thank you, Tamar rushed out of her office. He immediately headed to his car and drove him to Cibadak street to buy food ordered by pregnant women.
For a while Tamar was looking for a place to park her car. The man stopped the vehicle in front of the gold shop. He got out of the car and walked towards the combro sales wagon. There are already a few people waiting there.
“Mang combro spicy 20, yes.”
“Muhun, kang. Antosan his heula. Ieu tos aya nu ngantri ti tatadi (iya, kang. Just wait. This has been something that has come from earlier).”
Patiently Tamar waited for her order to be completed. Apparently there were three people who had ordered but left other shopping. Of course, it made the man wait even longer. He immediately picked up the phone when he felt a tremor in his jacket pocket.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam. Brother where?”
“This again ngantri combro.”
“Patetan ih, I already ngacai.”
“Please, who bought a lot.”
“Ya. Abis bought straight home. Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Tamar just took a deep breath. Fulfilling the wishes of pregnant women should indeed be more patient. The man put the phone back in his jacket pocket. A clap landed on his shoulder. A woman standing next to him did so.
“His wife is pregnant?” guess the mother.
“Iya, bu.”
“Mang.. nu abi pasihkeun to akang ieu heula. Karunya serve it to get pregnant (mang. Poor wife again pregnant).”
“Siap.”
“Aduh thanks, bu.”
“Sami-sami.”
The merchant picked up the combro that had just matured. After putting it in the filter for a while, he began to put twenty combros in a paper container and then put them in a plastic bag and give them to Tamar. Tamar took out a hundred thousand dollars and gave it to the merchant.
“All you pay for this mom's order.”
“Eh no need, kang.”
“Ngga nothing, ma'am. Consider it a fortune.”
Tamar receives the change and leaves immediately. Not forgetting that he thanked my mother. Hurry up and get in the car and run it.
The freshly ripened fragrance of the combro went straight into his sense of smell. Tamar was tempted to taste the combro. Seeing the number of buyers, he was sure that the taste of the combro was delicious. He took a combro and ate it. Turns out to be true, the wife's order combro is really delicious. Two combros successfully entered his stomach.
Just as Tamar's hand was about to pick up the third combro, her phone shook again. The man pulled the car over to answer the call. If the call is not answered, guaranteed the first lady will be angry.
“Ya darling.”
“Abang where?”
“On the way home.”
“I wait in front of the lobby. We go to Cicadas.”
“Ngapain darling?”
“Buy awug. That combronya already dapet?”
“Udah.”
“Do not eat!”
GLUE
Tamar swallowed her chelate. Two fruits entered his stomach. It was also impossible for him to return to the tradesman earlier because the distance was already far away.
“Abang was already two, hehehe.”
“Abang mah.. itukan make si utun.”
“Try two can't? Abis smells good.”
“Ya. But don't eat any more, just watch out.”
“Iya, yes.”
The call from Stella is over. Tamar is running her vehicle. The man breathed a sigh of relief because the wife did not tell him to go back to buy the combro. It did not take long for the man to arrive at the apartment building where he lived. He stopped in front of the lobby. Stella gets in there.
“Cicadas, bang.”
“Siap, mom. As per kan.” point
Stella's smile rose to hear her husband say the words often said by online taxi drivers. The woman immediately snatched the package containing her order combro. It didn't take long, five combros got into his stomach. She took a combro and then fed it to her husband's mouth.
“Enak yes, bang combronya.”
“Iya, delicious. Pantes many who buy.”
“Subscribe me from school. I never thought of a fox. How many bang is the other?”
“2000.”
Stella just nodded her head. His mouth continues to chew on food made from grated cassava with oncom stuffing in it. Not forgetting she was feeding her husband.
Tamar slowed down the speed of her vehicle when the car she was driving entered Ahmad Yani street. He waited for a clue as to where to stop, not knowing where the awug seller his wife meant. Stella pointed at a wagon and asked Tamar to stop. Together with her husband, the woman walked up to the wagon of the famous awug seller a long time ago.
“Mang I want awugnya. Keep lupis same putu mayangnya also.”
“Siap, neng.”
"The start is separated."
The merchant quickly picked up the food Stella had asked for. After paying for everything, the two returned to his car. Tamar didn't start the engine. He looked at his wife for a moment.
“You go straight home or want to stop by another place again?”
“I want sate.”
“Where?”
“Sate pak Gino which is on Sunda road, near train tracks.”
“Siap dear.”
Tamar followed his wife's wishes. He directs his vehicle towards the desired satay stall. His brain thinks that all the food he bought earlier could get into Stella's stomach? But considering his wife's puffed up, he could have spent it all unceasingly. One thing Tamar must remember, the man should not just spend the food of the wife. Something like this morning could happen again.
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**Yeah Stella, that's what stomach is a sack of rice, everything goes🤣
I'm up on NR why haven't I finished the review. Oh, my God, start again. What's wrong with this chapter🤦**
