Love Shielded Risue

yellow rice

A few days after the four-monthly event. Bilal is still at home, as the schedule is empty for almost a week. Be more relaxed, even though the day after tomorrow must go again to Surabaya.

It just so happens that today Ummi and Hafiz are not at home. Just a few hours ago they were driving to Rangkasbitung. Visit the home of their relatives of the late Abi Ustman. He said, to attend a family event that is routinely held every one month. Usually Maryam always comes along, but for today she can not come because of one thing or another. Be with Bilal alone at home.

The sky outside was dark, but the time was still one o'clock in the afternoon. Yes, a sign of rain.

Maryam stood at the door, imagining something outside while biting her fingertips.

"Yank, what's up here?" Bilal who just finished cleaning the aquarium in the living room approached. The t-shirt is still a little wet, has not been changed.

"A'. want to eat."

"Yes, I've eaten–" replied Bilal.

"But I don't want to eat vegetables at home."

"What do you want?" Bilal wags clothes on his stomach. Maybe a little bit wet.

"Yellow rice maker who uses peanut sauce. Her noodles are vermicelli, the same is. love egg balado." Maryam. His throat swallowed his saliva a sign he really wanted to eat the yellow rice.

"God– this hour where is yellow rice, Yank?"

"But pengen–"

"Where is the sound? If the morning is still good. During the day, the power is rare. It's gonna be night, huh? Sometimes nights like there."

"I want it now. Two hours ago I wanted this, really." Merr put on a weld look.

Bilal sighed while shaking his waist. Actually during the new pregnancy now Maryam wanted something that was until unbearable like this. As long as he is at home.

"Well, where are you looking?" bilal muttered afterwards.

"That's what in the nautical alley likes there, A. Try searching there–"

"Then anyway? The feeling there is no resident or yellow rice man who opens at noon this way."

"Try to find it first. There was one time, right?" Merr whines.

"Yes later A'a looking for a motorbike. But you're home, yeah."

"Yees..." Maryam nodded in spirit.

"You come in, let A'a walk. But change clothes first. This one's wet with it."

"Yes A'." replied Maryam as she stepped inside the house.

After a few minutes, after changing short-sleeved shirts into long-sleeved clothes also say goodbye to Maryam. He is now sitting on his motorcycle ready to go to comply with the wishes of his wife.

The cloud is getting thicker. The wind has also been blowing hard. It was as if the water was ready to fall. However, Bilal still did not undo his intention to look for yellow rice for pregnant women who are cravings he said.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim–" He turned on his motor engine. It then drove at a slow speed out of the spacious courtyard of his house.

While out, he went down the road. Look left and right carefully. Times there is actually a seller of nasi uduk or yellow rice that he met. Go from one alley to another.

Even occasionally ask residents who are still on the move outside. Most answered do not know, because yellow rice is usually sold in the morning or maybe at night.

Where else to find yellow rice? He murmured in his heart. His eyes looked at the growing rain. But also when there is a flash of lightning. Worrying about Mary being alone at home.

"Road again, deh. If you don't go home! Kasian Merr is alone at home." He continued his journey after the raincoat was perfectly attached to his body. Back down the road, until entering one of the alleys. His eyes caught a board with rice inscribed with Bu Bibah.

His lips smiled with relief. Finally what he was looking for met. The motor was immediately pulled over to the shop.

MashaAllah– could Maryam have been here? Apparently there's a nautical alley. His mind before walking into the food stall like a warteg with a helmet still attached to his head.

"Please Mas–" a mother allows to order her food.

"Mom, here just sell rice just sit, huh?" Bilal rubbed his wet face splashed with rainwater.

"No, yellow rice is also there. Here you can select the menu."

"MashaAllah–" Bilal was a little flabbergasted with a few side dishes. Perched inside a long storefront. "Seek two packs, yellow rice. One side dish uses balado eggs, lots of vermicelli, the same is peanut sauce. The other one has fried chicken, noodles, orek tempeh, same?" Sightseeing again. "Ah. sambal squid."

The mother smiled while nodding. He told Bilal to wait for a moment while he prepared the order.

Bilal walked a little to the edge of the door. Seen the stall was crowded, fortunately no one recognized him because he was still wearing his raincoat.

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In-house...

Mary was standing in front of the living room window. Looking at the heavy rain with a feeling of anxiety. Bilal has not returned.

"Oh Allah, so Nyesel asked for yellow rice until it was rich. A'a should have rested earlier, let alone rain like this." Merr waited, looking at the gate that opened a little. Hope there's an A'a bike showing up there. However, up to almost an hour standing A'a has not been seen. Merr sat back down, his legs began to ache due to too long standing.

His eyes were still fixed on the window, hoping that Bilal would just go home. Even if you bring nothing.

Not long after, the husband's motorbike was seen. There was also the sound of him closing the fence after parking his motorbike.

"Alhamdulillah–" Maryam rushed to get the towel she had prepared and opened the door. A'a smiled as he said the greeting that was immediately answered by his wife.

"Look! A'a nemu nih..." Bilal held the package up high. On the other hand, the wife immediately put her towel on her head.

"Yes Allah– you get wet" he said as he dried the husband's head.

"Not so wet, just a little bit on the front. Because A'a didn't cover the helmet glass. Know not me until the mutter-muter nyari yellow rice."

"I'm sorry, if you don't find it, you don't have to look for it anymore. You've tried to get out too I've been very happy."

"No papa. I didn't tell you to go straight to the nautical alley. He met there too. Here, fetch–" Bilal handed over the parcel.

"Thank you, A'..." Maryam who was happy immediately accepted it. He peeked at the contents of the swish pouch later. "There's two?"

"Yes, one for me. After eating it was tempting. The place is crowded, the blessing of the rain may be, so it can be flat because again not queue very much."

"Wah– thanks again." Mary kissed her husband's cheek with pleasure.

"Either. Demi Dede also–" Bilal rubbed his wife's stomach gently.

"Eat now yuk," asked Maryam who was answered with a nod of the head and then closed the door and held Maryam's hand later before stepping more into the house.