
“I make the sauce not so sambal penyet Mas. This is my usual terasi sambal fried mateng. If Mas want to use sambal, because earlier Mas said that the pineapple chicken is sweet.”
“But if you want this spicy vegetable earlier I asked Bu Ikhlas to cook sauteed papaya leaves, apparently he added shrimp but still super spicy.”
Mukti tasted pineapple cooking chicken, he sure that concocting this spice must be Ayya. So even sambal also sauteed its papaya leaves. Apparently her boyfriend is smart. He wasn't cooking but he was concocting the season. So that still tastes is processed him. Mukti was happy that his future teacher was not against the order of the priest because that was what should be.
“You told Bu Pinem and Bu Ikhlas to feed the artisans?” ask Mukti.
“Iya Mas's. Am I wrong?” ask Ayya because she forgot not to ask permission first to the owner of the house.
“Ngak. You are not wrong, Yank. I even forgot. I want to apologize for being late,” replied Mukti. Fortunately Ayya told Pinem. If you don't pity those craftsmen.
“I forgot to ask permission first. Sorry yes,” said Ayya.
“No, you are right. Indeed, we should love to eat, even though we still pay the money to eat. Mas told them that you ate what was prepared, your meal money was not cut. That's what I said. Let it be a blessing to his wife and son. Just like the officers here. All still get money to eat, but they also eat together the results of Bu Pinem cuisine,” explained Mukti.
“Iya Mas's. We give a little, but we get a super lot. We love rice and clear vegetables, but we get dozens of prayers from them. That can not be paid with anything,” said Ayya while handing rice dishes and side dishes to Mukti.
“Thank you Yank, you are in line with me,” Mukti said with a sweet smile. He received a plate from his beloved wife.
“Ya may the sustenance we provide is a blessing,” said Ayya.
“Aamiiin,” Mukti replied.
‘Boro-boro Vio used to give. When we ate there was someone approaching to ask for something, Vio immediately brushed aside and kicked him out. He said it was interfering with his appetite. Even since Vio High School doesn't like to share with beggars at all.
“You want more?” ask Ayya. He had finished eating since. Only Mukti is still engrossed by eating chicken cooked pineapple without rice.
“Enough Yank. Super satiated. Fortunately, you did not eat at 10:00. If you feed Mas at 10:00, then lunch like this again might not be enough stomach Mas,” said Mukti ended snacking chicken.
Ayya just smiled. Tomorrow they plan to go to Wayan's house to stay there two days and for lunch Ayya has told Wayan she will bring food. Ayya plans to re-cook the pineapple chicken.
“Who's Bu?” ask Mukti.
“Pak Made and pak Wayan. But with four others,” continued Ikhlas.
“Tell me to come in Mom and make a drink and love a snack yes,” said Ayya. Fortunately, they finished eating. Ayya thrusts a wet tissue at Mukti. But the man would not accept it. Finally Ayya knew what Mukti meant. He wipes Mukti's mouth, then hands Mukti and lets Mukti walk forward to receive guests on the studio terrace.
Ayya herself also did the same thing washing her mouth with wet tissue and washing her hands with water given a squeeze of limo orange peel so that her hands do not smell fishy.
“Bu Pinem, afternoon so make straw?” said Ayya.
“So.why Mbak?”
“Can make a bit of a nope? The materials wear all alone is not divided by three as usual.”
“What's up?” ask Ms. Pinem. Because the amount of stock material there is very much. If it has to be made at once very much and then what?
“Till bring the mature handymen or maybe pack small with leaves, serve them afternoon coffee, also all employees,” said Ayya.
“If that's all, half is enough. Not all. There will be too much later. Which half of the ingredients can be made other processed tomorrow or the day after.”
“Oh yes already if half of the material is enough. I guess the material is just a little.”
“Neither Mbak. Thats enough. I mean I make it now. Let them come to eat during afternoon coffee.” sahut bu Pinem who is cleaning the dish used motor. While Bu Ikhlas immediately made a drink for his guests who did not know who because Made and Wayan came with four other people. If only Made and Wayan of course they will go straight in. Not just sitting on the front porch.
“If it is enough later bring Mr. Made and Mr. Wayan to take home ya Ma'am. Bring in a rather large thin wall,” Ayya's next message.
“Iya Ma'am Ayya. I will make it right now,” said Bu Pinem as he walked into the kitchen picking up cassava to start peeling.