Love Shielded Risue

snack

As if time were going too slow. Merr had been laying her body on the bed since after Dzuhur.

Just spend some time watching a short Vidio on one of its social media apps. The content of Vidio that he watched on average about food. Moreover, the content of eating noodles that are usually served by creators from the country of ginseng.

"His son is very rich in eating noodles." Merr bit her index finger tip. His throat moved to swallow his own saliva. The sound of a long noodle straw with red condiment sauce, plus the crisp sound of mustard kimci is appetizing. Makes her want to eat the same way. However, he did not intend to fulfill his wish.

Just watching him had made him shake his head, could not imagine Bilal's reaction if he knew his wife ate in such a way.

What's wrong with A'a if I know I'm eating that rich, huh? Surely the lecture is not just one, two juz. –Merr chuckles to himself after batting.

But it's not just A'a. Since he knew the pious people so more learning the ethics of eating. Even though when he was in his teens, eating all kinds of noodles while making a very delicious sound.

Merr returned to his porch. However, it was immediately presented a post of one of his nephews in Bandung. Son of Ce Margaretha.

"Bakmie Koh Afung. Unfortunately Non-halal." Maryam recalled the delicious taste of long noodles with fat containing non-halal ingredients. Again, he shifted to Vidio after. "Kuotie. O God, what a temptation. The food on Koh Afung's premises is delicious. But I can't eat it."

Merr imagined crisp on part of her skin and soft on the inside. Food that is almost similar to Japanese gyoza or dumpling it has two types of fried or just steamed, all delicious. Chicken stuffing mixed with non-halal meat, as well as vermicelli, eggplant and also chives in a leather-based wrap of flour and eggs.

"There's no kuotie halal here? That tasty?" Merr exits the app and goes to another app. He searched Debby's name in his chat pile, after which he contacted her.

"Assalamualaikum, Aunt."

"Moskalamic. Deb, Aunty just saw Luciana's post. Again eat Bakmie Koh Afung, same Kuotie. Aunty suddenly wants to eat that, huh?"

"Eh. We can't eat that Auntie. Not halal."

"Yes, I understand Deb. But it feels rich to want. The aunt wants to ask, you know that the rich bakmie sales have Koh Afung but where is the halal one? Which feels similar."

"It's hard to find the same. But if Kuotie stuffed chicken mixed shrimp near my house there is. How delicious it feels, although not very similar to the one in Bandung..."

"Auntie goes right there, huh."

"Eh... now?"

"Yes, I want to eat Kuotie. Later temenin, yes."

"Emmm, yes. Little Aunt suddenly wants to eat Bakmie with Kuotie."

Merr chuckles. "Lusiana's way of eating it rich is delicious."

"Summer, he's a food blogger." Debby across from me laughed.

"Yes anyway. Auntie, get ready for your house, yeah. We'll eat there, all of us take Alzah to play to fun world."

"OKay! Debby wait." Debby responded with vigor, assuring her tantic invitation. Merr was no less happy, he said his greetings before disconnecting his phone.

***

Elsewhere, A'a stopped by one of the eating places for lunch. Not yet entered, his steps stopped. He turned to one of the small shops made of light steel iron. A modern wagon that is often found on the roadside.

"Cock silent, Bib?"

"Kang Beben entered first with the others, I want the snack first," replied Bilal while pointing at the red wagon. Kang Beben looked over.

"What the hell is that?" Eyes squinting.

"Chicken's marrow."

"What's a dimsum?" Kang Beben did not understand such food.

"Somay-rich, but made of chicken and shrimp."

"Ooh..."

"Yes, I went there first."

There A'a stood for a moment, waiting for the seller to serve two teenage girls who were sitting on his motorcycle with a focused look at their respective phones. For a moment, one of them looked at his phone before returning to his phone, but before long he turned back to look at Bilal.

"Yes Allah... Habib Bilal, huh?" He patted a friend on the shoulder in front of him, when the other girl turned her head. "Well, isn't it, anyway?" Whisper later.

"Eh, yes... Habib?"

Bilal smiled faintly, then nodded once.

"Geez! Habib, again here?" A little hysterical before finally closing their mouths while giggling. Because Bilal immediately hinted with the index finger not to make a sound that would invite many people. "Sorry, Bib. Oh God, do not believe you can meet here.. Can you ask for a photo?"

"May.. but keep the distance, huh? I am still holy" replied Bilal politely. Which both. They also took Bilal's position in the middle while they were on the left and right sides. The photo was taken by asking for help from the dimsum seller. When they finished paying for their order, but immediately, Bilal was arrested, who agitated him. They thanked him and said goodbye with a happy feeling.

"MashaAllah..." Bilal chuckles. He also refocused on the dimsum seller.

"Sorry, Bib. I'll be able to take a photo later, too."

"By me" replied Bilal.

"Thank you, thank you" he said. Bilal himself nodded. "oh yes, Habib wants which message, what wet dimsum is fried?"

"Fried dimsum, Mas. What portion is it?"

"Fifteen thousand contents of six, but for Habib easy later I add in."

"MashaAllah, then I buy three portions deh."

"Yes.in the wait here, Bib. Let's not get hot in the sun." The seller shifted his chair to a more shady point, Bilal assented while saying thank you. Before sitting down he pulled out his phone, then photographed the wagon. His intentions will be posted on his account, thankfully the trading of young people who seem excited and friendly can be more in demand.

"Is the school still in school or has he graduated?"

"Take college, so it's not noon. It just opened."

"Oh, where's college?"

"On a campus not far from here, Bib. Counting up to add college money."

"MashaAllah, may blessings and sweet selling continue to trade, yes."

"Aamiin, thanks to Bib," he answered happily as he lifted the fry. "Where is Habib going, or where is he going?"

"from Jogja to Solo, Mas. There's a show there."

"Oh. I hope the show goes well, Bib."

"Aamiin..." The two are still chatting briefly, while waiting for the seller to pack the order habib Bilal. After that, give it up. Bilal reached into the bag and took out his wallet. Without considering Bilal directly spend money worth two hundred thousand on the seller.

"Sorry, Bib. It's mostly. There is still a change even though the same two were."

"No papa, take it all. Count to add your pocket money, hopefully after this more selling sweet and blessings."

"MashaAllah, aamiin. thank you very much, Bib." The man immediately grabbed Habib Bilal's hand and kissed him. Bilal laughed too

"Not a photo by the way, is it?"

"So, dong," he answered hurriedly took his phone and then approached Bilal again they took a photo of the two. After that alternately Habib Bilal who took photos with his cellphone.

"May I post, right?"

"That's a lot, Bib. Oh God, even my smile."

"Thank you, I'll walk first. Assalamualaikum..."

"Yes Bib. Careful, walaikumsalam." The man still wears his smile towards the man with the white-colored robe getting away. "What dream did he meet? Suddenly fans. MashaAllah." muttered while sitting on the used plastic chair in Bilal's seat, of course with a happy feeling.