Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 110

" Bibi said, Mba Asna do not just say, Mas Indra is jealous of his people, said his mother Mas Indra anyway, if mba Dila mah diem diem bae.... never talked about the lack of her husband", Dita gave a leak to Asna.

" How can you tell from her in-laws Dila the heck Dit", asked Asna curiously.

Dita stood up and moved next to Asna. " Of course know dong Mba Asna, it used to be fitting mba Dila graduation in Jakarta I went there, nginep there long enough, taught to travel to Monas, Dufan, Dufan, and ragunan same in-laws mba Dila. She was very nice, even though she was a mother-in-law. But not rich evil in soap opera stories, I was invited to try almost all rides in Dufan, in gratisin, I was invited, want to snack and eat anything there just choose the same Mom Fatma in payain, in anyway very good people".

" Different same mother-in-law mba Asna, stingy and chatty. Yesterday just when I was there to make a donation for a lecture event at the mosque last week night, his mother Mas Wowo only gave 30 thousand, even though the rich, angkot have a lot, his mother only gave 30 thousand, kebon oranges are wide, not to mention the rice fields are also wide, but just 30 thousand, stingy", said Dita, telling his mother Wowo. " It was fortunate that Dila was not the same as Mas Wowo, fortunately....".

Asna immediately pinched Dita's cheek, "You were talking really nice, not in the filter first". Asna seemed annoyed, but for a moment thought and continued his sentence.

" But it's like that the character of his mother Wowo, how else, would I want to marry his son, not his mother, anyways if we get married will also live in my house, I'm an only child, while Wowo still has a brother, automatically after marriage, we live in my house dong", muttered Asna.

" If I really do not want to have a stingy and chatty in-law, want a kind and loving like her in-laws mba Dila" said Dita again.

" You're just chatty, must have a nagging in-law as well as you, let's go, let's fit. If Dila is different, she is good, so can her in-laws are also good, like proverbs, what you plant is what you will harvest. Is that right, Dil?".

Dila only chuckled to hear the two brothers arguing with each other. Like a cat and a dog, one meowing and one barking, but that's how the two of them talk for what they are, that's what Dila likes about her brothers, nothing else in the mouth other in the heart.

" What's chatting again, since it was just three, but a real race?", Siti came out while carrying the ingredients that she would make.

Siti does want to make mashed rujak, in contrast to rujak in general, the rujak in mashed on lumpang (where to mash) instead of in cobek, the spice conjaknya without fried peanuts, fried, just raw chili, raw onion, salt, and brown sugar . But the content of the rujak is very diverse, there are young noni, young bananas, kecombrang buds, sweet potatoes, there are various types of fruit as well such as guava, kedondong, cucumber, starfruit, pineapple, pineapple, and so on, and many more fruits.

Belief by the ancient people in the village of Dila, he said if pregnant women eat rujak mash it will avoid nausea vomiting during pregnancy. Dila should have been made a bump since she was found pregnant, unfortunately the existence of those who are far apart makes Siti can not make a bump for Dila.

Dila, Asna, Asna's mother, Dita, and several other mothers helped Siti, some were chopping fruit to make it easier to pound, some were peeling garlic, some were pounding fruit.

" The mashed rujak was the most delicious rame-rame made as it is today, and was eaten rame-rame as well, in order to run out immediately. This includes the type of food that must be eaten while still fresh/new so, if left too long, rujak will change color and change taste".

" When Dila was pregnant, her late grandmother Dila also made this kind of bump for mothers, which is why mothers do not experience nausea or vomiting like pregnant people in general".

Dila smiled listening to her mother's past stories while chopping the jicama to make it easier to mash.

" Mom heard from your in-laws, early caught pregnant, you were hospitalized for a week, because every morning vomiting. But you never want to tell me if you ever open a name, you should have told me that time, let me go there and make you mash up like now".

Siti is always a nelangsa if discussing the distance between herself and her eldest daughter. Not too far away, but Dila is rarely honest if he is in a state of unhealthy. Dila always told her parents if she was okay. As if Dila did not want his parents to think about his condition if he was not good in Jakarta.

" Everything has passed, ma'am., after all, given nausea drugs as well as doctors, so Dila quickly recovered, did not vomit again right back home" said Dila trying to explain slowly.

" Yes Mba Siti, the doctor is now great, especially in Jakarta, a big city. No need to bother making a mash like this, just take medicine, Dilanya has healed", one of the neighbors deliberately gave support to Dila. I feel grateful because someone understands what it means.

When the sprouting process is finished, Dila and the others immediately enjoy the fresh fruit. Indra, El, and Toto who had just returned home also went to the mashed.

" El does not want to granny, pedes, El does not like" said El returned his ration to Siti.

" El doesn't like a pedes yes?, oh grandma forgot not to make a sweet version for El, yes already El eat fruit that has not been cut, yes, want which?", Siti showed the bed contents of the fruit that had been washed clean earlier.

El looked inside and picked up a water guava that caught his attention because of its red hue, "This one is just granny, is this sweet?", asked El curiously. El thought the water guava was sweet because it was red, and it turned out that the approximation was correct. El also took some water guava.

While Indra tried to enter the first feed containing a mash which he thought felt strange, from the smell alone was strange, even many noni seeds in the dish.

" It seems like a healthy food, but the smell is very strange", Indra's mind while tasting the mash.

" Where is Mas?, strange does it feel?", asked Dila who had since noticed Indra's expression when tasting the mash.

" Em.. quite seger, there is the smell of sprouts kecombrang, and pineapple that is quite pungent, so cover the smell of young noni, quite fresh indeed taste, just still very strange on the tongue", Indra is like a chef who is commenting on the participants of a cooking competition like on television.

" This is a healthy food that has many benefits and properties, just yes, rarely anyone makes, because the process is long and troublesome. It must be done rame-rames like this now", explained Siti on her daughter-in-law.

" Yes this must be very much usefulness, all raw materials, original from nature, without preservatives, food coloring, let alone flavoring, all are still natural, and contain a variety of fruits, and, until there is noni as well, there must be very many benefits" said Indra agreed with her mother-in-law.

" Then spent let's go Indra, because later the spirit will change the color of blackness, and the taste also changed a little", muttered Siti.

The other mothers who were there saw Siti so kind and attentive to her ex-son. Surely Siti really loves Indra, a rich businessman, although widower aged, but his face is like Dila. And even his son was handsome and very good. There was no problem being the wife of such a rich widower.

Not to mention when the other mothers knew if the rice fields and the spacious grounds near the house were bought by her son-in-law Siti, and handed over to Siti and Toto, the neighbors just wondered, as rich as what Indra really is. Deserve Dila left Nino the handsome young kades. It turned out that her husband was more everything than Nino who was just a kades.

But even though that was not the reason Dila accepted Indra, no one knew the real reason, not even Dila's parents. Only Dila, Indra and Indra's parents knew the truth.