He's Mine (Sharing Love)

Want Putu Cake

The bus of Edi's father's family group, has arrived in his hometown Aksan, when it was late afternoon.

The Aksan family, who were in the village, welcomed their arrival all warmly.

"Sugar pawuh."

"Welcome home."

"Thank God, arrive safely."

"Come. Let's get in!"

Aksan's family members, invited the guests, to rest, in Aksan's house which had been cleaned and prepared for their arrival.

Food and drink, also served, so that all can enjoy and fill the stomach first, before they rest, after this long journey.

"Go want that one!"

Anggi pointed to a plate of putu cake, which he thought was strange.

"Miko wants that too!" miko said quickly, as she also wanted the same cake, as Anggi wanted.

The putu cake.

Putu cake is a type of traditional Indonesian snack in the form of cakes with Javanese sugar filling, wrapped with coconut grater, and rice flour rough granules. This cake is steamed by being placed in a slightly compacted bamboo tube.

In the city, or even in villages, putu cake is sold by using a cart, or bicycle, and also a motorcycle, with a distinctive voice, when peddling the putu cake.

Putu cake, cooked using bamboo or pipes containing cake batter, then cooked with hot steam. This hole also produces a distinctive sound like a whistle, because it is also called putu cake called putu crying.

There are other stories. That's what the sellers of putu cake said.

The name of the cake was taken from the abbreviation putu, a steam power money seeker. Derived from how to make it by steaming the cake on steam. (True or not, that's what they think 🤗🤗️ )

Anggi and Miko, directly eat the putu cake, until it runs out.

While Ara and Nanda, also want to taste the typical cake.

But unfortunately, his two sisters, had already spent one plate of putu cake served.

"In the end they were all Sis" said Ara, complaining to Nanda.

"See me again Ra," said Nanda, who actually also wants to enjoy the cake.

"Ihhh, shame ahhh!"

Ara did not want to follow the advice given by Nanda. She is ashamed, if she has to ask the host, for the same cake, putu cake, which Anggi had spent together with Miko.

"Yes already. Brother Mintain same Miss Lek."

"Mom Lek?" Ara asked, repeating the same word, as Nanda had said. That's Miss Lek.

"Yes Bu Lek. Papa Aksan's cousin's sister. The house, it's in the back alley there."

Finally, Nanda explained to Ara, who she meant by Bu Lek earlier.

But Ara forbade Nanda. She felt ashamed, if she had to ask for another cake. Ara was afraid that if it turned out inside, there was no stockpile of putu cake earlier, and it would definitely trouble the host.

Although this house is the home of Aksan, the husband of Ara's own aunt, Yasmin. But the one who welcomed their arrival and prepared everything was the Aksan family, who were in the village.

While Aksan and Yasmin themselves, had also just come, along with their troupe earlier.

"No need Brother. Make a fuss later."

But Nanda still stepped into the house, where the dishes that had not been removed were in there.

"Bu Lek's. I'm sorry, but the putu cake still isn't?" nanda asked, as she passed her cousin Aksan's sister. Papa Nanda.

"There's still that, one plate on the table. You didn't get some of that?" ma'am Lek replied, pointing to the table, and also asked Nanda.

Turns out, Miss Lek knew that, Nanda didn't get the cake.

Finally, Nanda happily picked up the plate containing the putu cake. He brought the cake outside, to be enjoyed with Ara later.

But it seems like luck has not sided with Ara and Nanda as well.

In Ara's seat, there was Anggi and Miko too, who were eating the other cakes.

And when they saw the arrival of Nanda with a plate of putu cake, they both immediately shouted to call Nanda.

"Sir Nanda, want that!"

"Will too!"

"Miko!"

"Ihhh, you've had a lot of Miko!"

"You ate a lot of it too!"

Finally, the two of them again argued, about the cake they had eaten.

"Shttt... This is for Brother himself, same brother Ara. Kasian he didn't go to that part. It's going to be the same for you two" Nanda said, telling Anggi and Miko.

But because Ara and Nanda are good brothers, they both also let their two younger siblings, Anggi and Miko, enjoy the cake again.

So, a plate of putu cake taken by Nanda from inside the house, eaten with four people.

After feeling full, now Nanda invites Ara and her two sisters, to go around the house.

Looking at the grounds of his father's house Aksan, and also seeing the afternoon scenery in the village, which turned out to be very beautiful. Just as they often see in photo galleries or natural paintings in school textbooks.

*****

At mom Amel's house.

"It's Wan. Tomorrow love Ara yes," said Amel's mother, by handing over a paper bag, which was brought home from the mall.

"Omom. How cloud love to Ara?"

The cloud was confused, in the way he was going to do, to give the gift to Ara tomorrow.

"Living at Wan's love. It's confusing."

Mama Amel does not know, if the Clouds can not talk much with Ara, let alone asked to give a gift, which is not right when there is a right moment, according to Awan.

Though what really wanted by Mama Amel is, giving a reason, so that the clouds can talk to Ara, and it could be a way, so that the two of them can be closer.

According to Amel's mother, Clouds are too quiet for a teenager. Especially a guy who has everything.

The clouds can't do all that. His slightly closed personality, and not much to say, made him more like a nonchalant person. Too cranky, and stiff.

Perhaps this was due to the Cloud's childhood, which did not interact much with others.

"But Oma..."

"Udah. Anyway, tomorrow you have to give that gift to Ara."

The clouds could not argue anymore, if the omen had decided everything. Because it's like a command, which Cloud must do.

Now, the Clouds are confused themselves, to find a way, so that the gift of the bag, can arrive in the hands of Ara.

He should be able to get rid of the awkwardness, at the time of giving the bag to Ara tomorrow morning.

"Mom..."

"Oma wants to hear if you've managed to give the bag to Ara."

The clouds no longer continue the sentence, because it has been cut by the oman. Mama Amel herself.

Finally, Awan was forced to take the bag, which was still held out by his omens, to his chest.

"Just have to give to Ara!"

Mama Amel again said, giving a message to Awan, with the gift bag.

'Bingung himself will be this,' Inner Cloud, who finally received the bag of his choice of oma.

After Awan received the paper bag given by him, Amel's mother smiled faintly, then left to go to the room. He wants to clean himself up.

"Oma take a shower first. This is all day long."

The clouds just nodded, then let out a long sigh, when the omens had already passed, entering into his own room.

And now, Cloud looked towards the paper bag, which was in his hand. "Bikin hard I'm a bag," murmured Awan, by shaking his head several times.