Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

78. Rice Padang

On the way home from Basecamp.

"I want something" Zia told Zidan, who was driving.

Zidan turned his head and smiled for a moment at his wife before returning to focus on the street in front of her, "What driver?"

"Pengin rice padang," replied Zia enthusiastically, in her mind now rice paddies will be very good at dinner tonight.

Zidan nodded and then lowered his car while looking to the right and left to find a seller of rice field, quite difficult because it was night.

"Well," pointed at Zia as she looked at the food stall of the field on the left of the road. Zidan stopped his car in front of the rice stall.

"Don't go down first" Zidan said as Zia opened the car door. Zidan immediately got off and ran around the front of his car to open the door for Zia. It's nothing, but Zia's position on the side of a crowded street makes Zidan worry about the safety of his beloved wife.

"Thank you" Zia said with a sweet smile as Zidan was helping her get out of the car. Zidan nodded then led Zia to walk towards the rice stall of the field.

"Excuse me ma'am, rice paddocks two yes," said Zidan. The mother of the rice seller nodded.

"what's it like?" ask the rice seller.

"What?" ask Zidan to Zia. "Rendang ya Ma'am," Zia replied.

"Wrapped?" ask the seller's mother again, usually if the one who looks like they will not want to eat in a small and unhygienic place.

Zidan looked at Zia, asking for a craving opinion, "Eat here only," Zia replied.

"Okay Mas Mba please sit down," said the mother.

Zidan led Zia to sit down slowly. After sitting down, Zia did not forget to say thank you. Already not protesting as usual, it's not what Zidan treats him excessively, besides he is also comfortable with the treatment of Zidan.

Zia circulated her gaze while waiting for her order so. While looking at the highway, Zia saw a middle-aged woman scavenging for trash in front of the shop, her clothes were so shabby as well as her body. At once Zia's heart was filled to see him, what a pity. Moreover, the woman occasionally looked at the storefront that contained the menu menu of rice dishes padang.

"Zidan, look at it" Zia said as she moved her chin to the middle-aged woman. Zidan looked at what Zia was pointing at and smiled sweetly when he found out what his wife was thinking.

"I met you first?" pamit Zidan then stood up and approached the woman who seemed to be a scavenger.

"Why are you again?" zidan asked the woman who was scraping through the trash can in surprise and instantly panicked her face.

"I'm sorry I'm just looking for a used bottle. If not, I will go" said the mother, looking down.

Zidan patted the shoulder of the woman who seemed to be in her fifties, "That's Buk. I even want to invite my mother to eat with me and my wife," he said, pointing at Zia who was staring at them.

The mother looked at Zidan and Zia, both of whom looked very much like they were people. "real Mas? I'm dirty gini" he said, who felt unworthy to eat with Zidan and Zia.

"Mom, let's go in." Zidan pulled the mother's hand without hesitation or disgust. The mother simply obeyed him until he sat down in front of Zia.

"Mom, one more side dish is the same," said Zidan when the rice vendor put two dishes in front of him and Zia.

"That's okay," ucao Zia suddenly. The three different-aged humans stared in wonder at Zia's cute face.

"Why?" asked Zidan who was confused by Zia's behavior, hopefully he did not mess with the scavenger women in front of them.

"Don't just one, all of them are Zia wholesale?" zia's words made Zidan smile with pride.

"Pake the money you gave me, isn't it? I want to share it with those in need" Zia asked Zidan. It is not what his monthly rations are reduced, the important thing is that his wishes are achieved.

"I pesen one more to eat here, and all the rest is wrapped yes Ma'am," said Zidan while handing over a hundred thousand denominations of twenty pieces. "Nothing, ma'am?"

The seller's mother shook her head, "Even more Mas, my merchandise only cost about five hundred thousand."

"Yes has nothing. The rest for this mother if you want to eat here again. Can I trust you to continue to love this mother to eat here according to the rest of this money?" ask Zidan who got the nod from the seller.

"Can It be."

"Kan Zia who wants to pay," said Zia by puffing her cheek when the seller had returned to prepare their order.

Zidan smiled, "Udah just keep the money. That's your monthly allotment."

"And Zia's never used it, there's still a lot of it" Zia said. His monthly ration is quite a lot, even he was given an ATM card by Zidan a few days ago.

"Yes, this is for me, yes" said Zia, offering several hundred thousand bills.

"Alhamdulillah, I accept ya mbak. Thank you very much" said the mother, smiling at Zia's hand. Even the mother was already crying, and when asked why she was crying she replied she had not paid her son's tuition fee which had been in arrears for two years.

"Eat Ma'am" said Zidan and they began eating, Zidan and Zia deliberately waiting for the mother's order to arrive so they could eat together.

The mother ate with ravenous, Zia's eyes dewy to see the way the mother ate like she had long resisted hunger.

"When was the last time you ate mom?" zidan asked between their meals.

"Yesterday morning Mas. I'm sorry if my way of eating bothers you," the mother replied, looking down. Regretting that maybe the two rich people in front of him were distracted.

"Cong Kok Bu. Zia also often eats rich gini mothers, especially after pregnancy, carry laper continues," said Zia menennagkan mother.

The mother nodded and they continued to chat between their meals. Zidan so remember, a few months ago he often held hunger without a bit of Zia, Zidan prefers to save his money to obey every Zia's cravings rather than for him to eat.

"This is Mas Mba everything I have wrapped," said the owner of the stall while putting several large bags of rice kresek padang with the help of a man who seemed to be the husband of the mother of the rice seller padang.

"Thank you, ma'am, can you help me put it in the car?" ask Zidan politely to the father next to him. The father nodded then took back the crackle filled with rice field and followed Zidan out.

Zia took a few packs of rice from the large bag of crackle and gave it to the scavenger's mother, "This is for the mother's child, if more can be in the fate of the neighbors."

"Thank you a lot Mba. I pray Mba healthy always and later birth smoothly yes Mba," said the scavenger and Zia guaranteed the prayer with a hand that rubbed his distended stomach.

"Udah ayok," asked Zidan back to Zia. Zia nodded and they said goodbye to go home.

Along the way they often stop to give rice field to those they think they need, such as motorcycle taxi drivers, rickshawmen, scavengers, street children, and beggars. Really, even though they come home late at night until Zia falls asleep in the car but they are happy because they can help others even if not how much.

Zidan promised in his heart, if he was really successful later he would be a lot of alms and help many people.

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