Marriage Without Love (Khanza Story)

Ngidam Bakmi Java

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"Yoweslah. Because of the gig, we're going on again hayukkkk."

"Hayuuukkk, Bund." Abimana looks very excited.

And what should happen. The two men who are no longer young are back to unite the body, enjoying the pleasures of heaven is worth worshiping.

Abimana and Kirana are no longer young. But the love that both feel, always bloom will even continue to bloom.

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The time machine hanging on the wall pointed at two o'clock in the night. Khanza awoke from sleep because he felt hungry.

Khanza opened his net perfectly and then woke Rangga who was still asleep.

Rangga wriggled and slowly opened the net when he felt his entire face wet from being showered with kisses by his beloved wife.

"Mas, wake up donk! I'm a laper" Khanza said with a voice that sounded spoiled.

Rangga published a smile. He rubbed his wife's white and smooth cheeks with his fingers and then uttered the words ask, "want me to masakin what, Yang?"

Khanza. He grabbed the hand of the husband who was still attached to the cheek and then kissed him long.

"Mas, I want to eat Javanese bakmi. But bakmi Jawaanya do not use Javanese chicken."

"Javanese farmers don't use Javanese chicken?"

"Heem."

"Okey, masakin ya Yang?" he asked after a moment of thought.

Khanza is back. "Mas, I want to buy it. Not to be dimasakin. The cuisine of Rangga is not good."

"It's not really good, Yang? In fact, in the past said Honey, my cooking is delicious," he said by putting on a sad face.

"That was before I got pregnant. But right now, it doesn't really taste good." Khanza was honest. It's true, after getting pregnant, Khanza felt Rangga's hand-processed cuisine felt very bad. In fact, she always wanted to vomit every smell of her husband's cooking.

Rangga sighed deeply, throwing away the feeling that created the sensation of pain in the heart when he heard the words thrown by his wife.

"It's two o'clock, Yang. Where can we buy bakmi Jawa?"

"In the Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Pahing, Mas." Khanza answered the question that came from her husband's lips with a mantab. Slowly, Khanza moved from a lying position and leaned his head and back on the headboard, followed by Rangga.

"Warung bakmi Jawa Mbah Pahing? Where is it, Yang?"

Khanza's sniffing shoulders. "I don't know, either, Mom."

"Means, we have to go around ... look for Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Pahing, Yang?"

"Yes Mas. Really good."

"But Yang, it's been this hour .. surely many Javanese bakmi stalls have been closed."

"Mas, kog talking like that anyway? Surely, actually Mas Rangga does not want to sacrifice a little for the sake of me and our children? All right, let me myself Mas .. who will look for the bakmi warung Jawa Mbah Pahing," he said with a slight increase in the intonation of the sound. In the meantime, Khanza was angry and angry.

"It's not like that, my dear," he said gently as he grabbed Khanza's hand and held his wife from getting out of bed.

"Alright dear, we will go around to find the Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Pahing until we meet," he continued.

At once netra Khanza sparkled when she heard the sentence that was written from her husband's lips. "Really, Mas?"

"Yes Dear. For your sake, what the hell did Rangga not do."

"Thank you."

CUPS

Khanza gave a brief kiss on Rangga's lips, as an expression of his gratitude.

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Rangga drove his car through the streets of Jogja city which is quite quiet, looking for Javanese bakmi stalls Mbah Pahing. He looked desperate, because for an hour around the city of Jogja, did not also find the Javanese bakmi stalls wanted by his wife.

"Mas, it's still a long time? I'm a really laper," Khanza's great-grandson stroked her belly which already looked a little distended.

Rangga circulated the view out the window while staying focused on playing the steering wheel of the car. He looked at the right side and left side of the road, hoping to find a bakmi warung even though it was not a Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Pahing.

"Yes Allah, give convenience to the servant to find Javanese bakmi stalls Mbah Pahing." Prayers are written in the heart when Rangga increasingly desperate.

Netra Rangga rotates perfectly when his gaze is fixed on a Javanese bakmi stall that reads 'Bakmi Jawa Mbah Wage'. Gegas, Rangga stopped the car engine right in front of the Javanese bakmi warung.

"Which, look! There is a Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Wage. Let's get out!" bring him with passion.

"Kog bakmi Jawa Mbah Wage, Mas? I want to bakmi Jawa Mbah Pahing." Khanza pursed his lips and bent his face. Very obvious if he is disappointed, because what he wants is not the Javanese bakmi Mbah Wage, but the Javanese bakmi Mbah Pahing.

Rangga reviewed the smile. He cupped his wife's cheeks together and stared at the beads of eyes that looked like they were beginning to condense.

"Khanza dear, although the writing in the stall was 'Bakmi Jawa Mbah Wage' but who knows, the owner of the stall named Mbah Pahing. Remember the Javanese song sung by the late Didi Kempot?"

Pak Rebo e pak e pak Rebo

Rebo kok laire dino kemis

Yen setu dodolan neng monday market

Seloso friday mulih nang market sunday

"That's the song .. pak Rebo, not Mbah Pahing, Mas. Huhhh, syebel." Khanza. He threw away his face and folded his hands in front of his chest.

Rangga is not lacking sense. Then he sang Pak Rebo's song by imitating the voice of the late Didi Kempot. But the lyrics he replaced with Mbah Pahing.

Mbah Pahing and Mbah Pahing

Mbah Pahing kok laire dino

Yen setu dodolan neng market Kliwon

Seloso friday mulih neng pon market

"Pffttt .. hahhaha. Oh Allah, I am Rangga."

Khanza chuckled when he heard Rangga's successful voice tickling his sense of hearing.

"Well, that's donk darling. 'And if his beautiful laughter were one hundred and eighty degrees. Don't frown anymore! Poor baby grandpa. It must be in the stomach, the baby's grandpa mimicked the look on his mother's face."

"Yes, it's." Khanza nodded slowly and published a smile.

The two get out of the car and then walk hand in hand to enter the Javanese bakmi warung Mbah Wage.

"Sorry Mbah, if I may know, what is the name of Samba?" Rangga asked questions after he ordered the Javanese noodles according to his wife's wishes.

"Simbah name, Mbah Pahing ... Nak Mas," replied Mbah Pahing while showing off his incomplete teeth.

"Alhamdulillah," exclaimed Rangga expressing gratitude.

Mbah Pahing slightly frowned as he felt astonished by the expression shown by Rangga.

"Kog Nak Mas seems very happy after knowing my name?"

"I am very happy because Simbah Pahing is named Mbah. My wife is very beautiful this .. ngidam bakmi Jawa Mbah Pahing. It has been almost two hours we went around looking for the Javanese bakmi warung. And Alhamdulillah, our search has stopped in this shop," he replied, explaining.

Mbah Pahing mangosteen and reviewing smile. Then he invited Rangga and Khanza to sit down while waiting for their order.

"Bah, don't forget! Noodles do not need to use Javanese chicken. But, duck chicken only. Uh I mean, cut chicken!" pinta Ranges.

Mbah Pahing nodded slowly and tried to hold back the laughter that almost exploded when he heard Rangga's words ....

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