Loving Or Loved?

Not Cans

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I was still observing these people in front of me, to be honest I was still shocked. Yesterday Mas Akbar said he would stop by for breakfast before picking up my family, and this was even early in the morning in front of the eyes even increased with the presence of Mama Rita and Papa Amri and Pak Bagas who still took Bella to go somewhere.

“Assalamu’alaikum, dong dgemarunnya,” said Bang Reza while rubbing my face.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Abaaang...ih, everything is hayuu on entering the body clean-up first we continue to eat breakfast yes,” I said while brushing Bang Reza's hand, I was going to immediately tell them all to make breakfast, but

suddenly keinget if I just make chicken porridge for 5 people and now the person added 9 people.

“Iya, my room is clean no dirty, no dust deck?” bang Reza asked while holding little Lea.

“Muhun Brother, wes resik sadayana.” My speech by mixing Sundanese and Javanese to compensate for Bang Reza's joking.

“Hahahaha, my son-in-law can laugh too,” said his father Mas Akbar while walking towards me, I just realized everyone was smiling while looking at me. Because Bang Reza pamor pamor quiet me so down

rank.

“Eh Om... uh Papa, enter yuk,” I said with a misbehavior, to be honest circumstances like this make me a little immediately forget the incident Bella who hit me again a few minutes ago.

I got up from where I was standing and began to greet everyone who had just come except

Mas Akbar, yes all this time we almost never make physical contact except accidentally. When everyone had entered the house, I rushed to the front of the fence, usually at this hour like a chicken porridge passing by.

Ting.ting..ting.. (the sound of a spoon colliding with a bowl).

“Saboo…. Sabu.... sabu.. Mang By, cihuy flavor... price santuyy....” The cry of the Mang by the chicken porridgeer

Grandma's Favorites.

“Eh instead of Mang By odading sales, why is it selling Mbak chicken porridge?” asked Fani from behind me, really this child again makes me hang.

“Iya has retired as an odading man, now move to become a seller buryam.” Reply origin.

“Hah... serial Mbak?” ask her with a funny face.

“Hadeuhh... ya enggak da in West Java mah many whose name is Mang By,” said me while glancing to the right and to the left, he said, the feeling was the sound of Mang By already deket but kok did not look at his wagon.

Ting.ting..ting.. (the sound of a spoon colliding with a bowl).

“Ah, that sound clang the bowl again,” I said.

“Saboo…. Sabu.... sabu.. Mang By, cihuy flavor... price santuyy....” Shouts the Mang by the one who just

get out of the alley next door.

“Mang here,” teriaku.

“Iya Neng Qia, what's wrong? Oh want porridge porpoises huh? Want how many servings of manga snobs, just say definitely made in a special for Neng Qia nu geulis ieu,” said Mang By.

“Put first Mang, the wagon put there. Later ladeni aja house people want how much, I want to mgeborongnya Mang By chicken porridge, how many more servings approximately?” I asked Mang By.

“Still the remaining 20 servings of Neng, ready to carry out Mang By will serve with all my heart,” said Mang By with enthusiasm.

Arriving inside the house I immediately went to the kitchen and prepared my homemade porridge on the dining table, after which woke up Dafa who was still soundly asleep. Hmmm.That's a good thing when Bella came to Dafa.

being asleep, so as not to witness the behavior of his biological mother who bars it.

“Nak, Dafa.. Hayu wake up it in wait for Dad. He said he wanted to have breakfast with Dad,”, I said as I made out the cheeks of my son's handsome son.

“Ermh.” Hihi was anxious once she just let out a small moan while turning her body around to restrain me.

“Honey let's get up, later Daddy's going again,” I said.

“Yes, Nda Dafa woke up,” he said, slowly the originally closed eyes opened showing his dark brown eyeballs.

“Well smart child Mother, let Mother take a bath first,” I said while taking her in my sling and taking her to the bathroom.

Not long after I took Dafa to the dining room and it turned out to be full, my chicken porridge had been eaten by Bang Reza, Mas Akbar, Papa Amri, and I had already eaten it, and my beloved Papa nyisa one no one has eaten yet, but there is

4 Empty bowls in the middle of the table.

“Salim used to be with Opa, Grandpa, Dad, same Papi Reza,” I said while lowering Dafa from my sling. He immediately ran and salim to the 4 adult men who were eating the chicken porridge that I made.

“Wah, Dad's son has halum check,” said Mas Akbar who is anxious with his son.

“Dafa abis shower Well.” Dafa replied timidly, Yes Dafa is always like that if there are many people in front of him.

“This is why on eating chicken porridge made by Qia? How not to pesen in Mang By aja in front?” I asked, but then I was surprised because there were 4 empty bowls in the middle of the dining table.

“Wah…. Qia we're not Pa cans. The taste period of chicken porridge as delicious as the one sold by the porridge maker subscription Granny.” Bang Reza said excitedly, I don't know what makes him very enthusiastic

like those.

“Hah? Keep why Bang, weird sameyan base iku. Are you trying to do the same canned wonder I'm the same

This one brother,” I said while sitting beside Bang Reza.

“Lah..kok strange, but that means you will be the bury of Granny dressingin Mang By hahahaha. Word ‘not can-can’ is like a rich word ‘not kain’ gituh loh Dek. This brother muji you,” says

Reza Bang.

“Ishh, weird base. Here Dafa is in your mama's bribe,” I said while pulling a bowl of chicken porridge.

Finished already breakfast chicken porridge kloter second today, almost all pesen two servings of chicken porridge to Mang By hehehe. And for Mang By who is good and not arrogant, thanks to his knowledge, making a delicious chicken porridge it turns out there is knowledge and I learned it from Mang By. In fact, all the recipes in the world need that knowledge, in addition to the composition of complete ingredients, the appropriate dose, and, and cooking techniques are good and true there is one thing that must be applied when cooking any type of food, such as, that is a happy heart hehehe and I believe this because if the mood again anchored to cook, huwaa do not ask how the shape or taste, surely one of them will be destroyed even both.

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Muhun Abang (Bhs.Sunda) = Yes Brother

Wes rish (Bhs. Java) = is clean

Sadayan (Bh. Sundanese) = everything

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