His name is Khaula Nusaiba

Teriyaki Beef

Exactly at 10 am I and bulek finished cooking and beberes in the kitchen.I say goodbye to bulek and pack lek to go to visit the boarding house of my mother's family.See pak lek is berberes home and yard.How lucky Tama, the children lanang pak lek and bulek.She brings happiness to the bulek and lek sir.Although they are not Tama's biological parents.But look at the happiness of both.

I will not be able to see the melodrama later.Say before Zuhur Tama will arrive.She drives her own car without a driver because she wants a bit long in the village.I pamit on the bulek and pak lek until the new afternoon will return later if I feel at home in the cottage I will stay.So good as I greet them.

"Send my greetings to lanang bulek's son and lek sir"I said then passed pedaling a butut bike owned by my father who had become my handling vehicle.Even though it was not good to see and butut but the power is still very okay.

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Arjuna Pov

After a few minutes I closed my phone arrived my phone flinched.See on the screen written Mr. Mahmud.Quickly I picked it up.I said my intention and purpose to come on vacation to the village.Pak Mahmud asked if I alone or with his wife visited village, I just myself said.I'm happy to open. kepalang.

Can't wait to leave for the village.Please off this tired heart, treat the wound that scratched very deep.I drive my car very heart on the road.I set off after Isya.If I mersakan auction and sleepy I will immediately rest and close my eyes to prevent sleepiness.

I don't want to be careless.I don't want to repeat the second time the frustrating conditions when it made me crash in the village,for there is pka Mahmud and buk Ratih who help me.Until I really recover.That is the origin of the incident my introduction with the book Ratih and Mr. Mahmud.

They have no children.Since the incident they have branded me as his son.Because I was very long hitchhiking in his house.Said pak Mahmud the house he occupied was the house of his biological brother who had died.And the son of the owner of the house being studied abroad because of getting student duties.Because it is Mr. Mahmud who is trusted to guard the house and several meters of their rice fields.

My heart was very happy when the car entered the hilly area to the foot of the highest mountain in this central Java area.Along the way rice field lecturer who had begun to turn yellow.Home harvest period was starting to close.Along the way I smiled, I smiled,can't wait to see the sunset on the rice field map belonging to Mr. Mahmud who is at the foot of the mountain.I like to see the color of his Singa.Such warm my soul.

Shortly after that my car entered the gate of the house is simple but very comfortable.The page is very wide.Many shady trees are also bearing fruit.Park this car in the yard next to his house.I see Mr. Mahmud is looking to get out of the house already complete with skullcap, sarong and his cocktail shirt.Pak Mahmud would want to go to the mosque.Pak Mahmud a devout alim although his fate is not always lucky.

Quickly I approached him.His experience then kissed the back of his right hand.

"MasyaAllah.buk..anak lanang wis nyampe buk" said Mr. Mahmud slightly yelling at his wife.

Then Buk Ratih came out and immediately I salmi and I kissed the back of his hand.

"First enter nang, papaj want to pray to the mosque, a little more azan zuhur" said Mr. Mahmud then buk Ratih swiftly carrying my luggage.In the way I placed buy peyem tape and jenang as a hand.

"I want to go to the mosque, sir?"I said arriving.

Mr. Mahmud and Buk Ratih looked at each other.They must have been surprised.Because all this time I never practiced prayer.

"I want to learn sir"My dream was quick before Mr. Mahmud and Mr. Ratih said.

Mr. Mahmud and Mr. Ratih then smiled.

"No sir, I'm not tired" I replied with a smile.

Me and Mr. Mahmud walked to Mushollah near his house.Because the prayers of the Zuhr are not too crowded I have to fill the front shof.Reluce when the priest gives the aba aba.Following all the prayers made by people who become jamaah.Dan said hello.I raised both my hands, raised both my palms for the first time.

This time I only guaranteed the prayer of the priest in front.Entah what prayer offered faith I do not understand.I just say amen.But jaub deep in my heart deep in my mind I imagine the face of my wife who sholeh.There is peace inside this heart.When all disbanded me and Mr. Mahmud quickly returned home.See buk Ratih has served lunch on the table.

There are so many side dishes presented, but what I saw was this side dish as unusual presented by the Ratih buk.

"Let's eat first" said Mr. Mahmud embracing me to the dining table

"Yes sir...I was hungry, ever since deliberately not eating" I said with a chuckle.

Buk Ratih who heard until he chuckled a little while bringing a glass of water.

"It's a special dish for Tama" said the Ratih buk

"Oh yeah?why bother bother to buy it"kataku.Karena all this time I know very well batih buk cuisine is usually only clear vegetables and fried fish.Buk Ratih is not a woman who is good at cooking a variety of dishes, but,because Mr. Mahmud was not allowed to eat strange food because of his illness.

"This is what cooks my father's son in Japan" replied the Ratih buk and then spooned my kepirin rice.

I remember, though, mr. Mahmud and buk Ratih have told me about the ponakan Mahmud who got a scholarship in Japan.I just nod my head.Then enjoy the dish at this dining table.Either a coincidence or indeed my tongue feels the comfort of another.I eat almost 3 plates.Maybe because some days I rarely eat.And or I feel a different sensation in this cuisine.

When the last feed that will slide into my mouth I jerked.I once ate a dish that tastes almost the same as this.But there is no way I think.Khaula my wife may not arrive here and then transformed as a pound of sir mahmud and Ratih studied in Japan.

Because I know Khaula studied S1 in the capital and S2 in the land of uncle sam.

"Let's add more nang" said the book Ratih who saw my plate almost slippery.

I'm smiling."Thank you buk.It's already very full.Magnakan ponakan mother and Father cook"I said while washing hands in the cowboy.

"The son of the father's ponakan is indeed a sinter Tama.Pinter everything, fortunately you are married, if not not match with you" said Ratih buk as he passed by shaking the table.

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