Love Alone

90. Salak Sidfemahan

"I mean our arrival..."

"Come, drink the tea first! You guys haven't had breakfast, have you? Mama cook for a while, we will have breakfast together," said mama Hotma when she appeared from behind carrying a tray of sweet tea and snacks.

Brandon stopped his speech as soon as Mama Hotma came and served water and sweet rice cakes (wajik), souvenirs from the city of Salak. Not to forget mama Hotma also pulled out a choice of Sidwomen salak chopsticks.

"Come, Brandon boy! Tasted salak Sidwomennya, sweet you know," said mama Hotma like a salak trader along the road PSP.

Brandon and Doni took the salad.

"Pick the single one, sir! Sweet." Doni suggested to Brandon.

"All the same! Single want three seeds, just as sweet. Mama buy salak choice really," said mama Hotma.

"Red kok?" brandon asked astonished to see the red fruit is not white like pondoh salak.

"Yes like this Salak Sidfemal, red. Another with white Javanese and Balinese salak. Salak Sidwahan is believed to have health benefits. One of them lowers bad cholesterol in the body. It's also good for digestion." explains mama Hotma like a health expert.

"Sok knows ah, Mama! Just like a health expert," chapped Mr. Chandra while peeling salak.

"Eh, the Papa's badgering! You know from Mbah Gugel, Pa," said Mama Hotma with pursed lips.

"Yes, Papa believes it! My mom has a hobby of reading. Moreover, read the online novel at entun, must have forgotten everything!"

"Mama's gonna find a free read, let's not blow the spending, Pa! Mama really likes to read her novel the author joined Mak AYi, the story does not only discuss the CEO. So don't sell dreams!"

"Yes, yeah! It's up to you, the important thing is that you know what Papa wants," said Mr. Chandra so that the conversation does not digress anywhere.

Brandon also bit the red salak fruit, chew it slowly to feel the difference between Javanese salak and Sumatran salak. Forgetting his purpose for a moment.

When guests and Chandra sir enjoy the salak and other souvenirs, mama Hotma goes to the kitchen to cook. While the ompung chose to rest in his room because of fatigue on the way.

Half an hour later, Mama Hotma invited her husband and guests to breakfast because the cuisine had been served at the table.

The conversation about Salak was finally stopped because it was time to eat.

After eating, Brandon again asked about the purpose of him far away to the house.

"I'm actually here to apologize..."

"I'm sorry, is it Brandon Boy, why would you apologize?" cut mama Hotma impatient.

"Ma! Let Nak Brandon finish his words" Chandra reminded his wife.

"Mama's curious, Pa!"

"This mom, too! Hadeehh. I'm sorry, Brandon. Mama Gita is like this, always impatient!" said Mr. Chandra who was anxious to see the behavior of his wife.

"If patience isn't Hotma's! Si Saep his name," chirped ompung Norma who happened to join the roar because he heard the debate between the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Feelings from this morning, it's been almost two hours he didn't talk. Now that we're quiet, only Brandon's son is talking. No one can interrupt. Understood?" said Mr. Chandra while staring at the people in the room one by one.

Brandon nodded and took in as much oxygen as possible, then exhaled slowly to relieve his nervousness.

"I want to apologize for hurting Gita. Honestly, I love him a long time ago, but I only realized after Gita left Yogya," I Brandon, he admitted his mistake all this time in front of the Gita family.

Everyone was still waiting for Brandon's next words. Mr. Chandra looked at the face of his deceased son's best friend with a frown.

"I've met Gita to apologize. But it seems like Gita has not been able to forgive me completely. Therefore, I ventured here to apologize to Om and Auntie and grandma. Besides that..."

"What do you have to do with the Gita?" cut out the curious Chandra sir.

Brandon is confused about what to answer, because in fact they do not have any relationship.

"We don't have a relationship yet, but I'm here to build a relationship with the Gita."