Marrying Mother's Mother's Mother

Chapters 77. Rujak Cingur

The bar is riveted, frozen in place of its standing. It was only this time that he saw the hidden side of his wife.

“Why did he become so terrible,” muttered Bara, raising his eyebrows next to his. Seeming to think hard, Bara recalled the boy in a white-gray uniform smelling of sweat mixed with exhaust dust.

A thin smile was engraved on Bara's lips, accompanying her foot that stepped back into the room. With his left hand tucked in his pants pocket, Bara recalled piece by piece the journey of the little girl in two braids that Mother Rosma brought to her residence in Surabaya. The journey of a snot boy who still hugs his shabby doll becomes Madame Barata Wirayudha.

“Hehe .. he even dared to threaten me,” said Bara, chuckling.

When the footsteps brought him back to the study, he was still presented with a view that warmed his heart. Bella was persuading Issabell, who was still there, to refuse to be invited home. His daughter ran around the desk pursued by her nanny.

“Daddy!” pekik Issabell, scattering hugging Bara's legs.

“Beyum want puyang,” his door funny, look up and look at Bara.

“Hahaha .. but Icca has to go home. Daddy also wants to work,” refer Bara. This time Bara crouched down to make it easier to persuade Issabel in a high position parallel.

“Let's Daddy home fast. Poor Mommy was exhausted,” persuaded her again, grabbing the girl into her carrier.

“Daddy transfer to car, yes.”

Issabell still did not agree, but the little girl was helpless. Forced to comply, let alone a new Hello Kitty doll Bara promised for him.

“Bell, I'll be home soon,” said Bara while holding his wife's hand to the elevator, still holding Issabell in the other hand.

His wife was still busy with a cell phone in hand, no matter what Bella saw. The message of who so diverted Bella's world, that Bara's words no longer cared about her.

“Mas ...”

Bella called after nearly ten minutes of focusing with the phone in hand. Just imagine, Bella was so serious from before entering the elevator to get out of the elevator and walk towards the parking lot.

“Hmmm, what's up?” tanya Bara, looking at it.

“I ... I .. want this,” said Bella hesitated, showing her phone screen towards Bara.

Bara's steps came to a sudden halt, taking his eyes off the cell phone screen and looking at his wife's heartbreaking face. His brain was digesting what his wife's intention and purpose was to ask him for a strange meal he had never seen.

“What is it, Bell?”

In the end, Bara opened his voice. Pulling Bella's hand closer in order to closely examine what Bella showed her.

Although it has been studied, examined and even groped the screen of his cell phone, Bara's brain is still unable to reach what the purpose and purpose of Bella shows a photo of food or I don't know. Like cut vegetables and fruits that are watered with gravy or chocolate sauce.

“I want this, Mas. My friends in Surabaya are in high school. And one of these menus. I haven't eaten this for a long time.” Bella finally bluntly. His desire was so intense and sudden.

“Yes, I know. But where should I look. Even the name alone I do not know,” explained Bara.

“It's rujak cingur, Mas.”

“What food is it?” ask Bara. He took down Issabell, left his daughter with the nanny.

“Begging Mbak at home just made it for you,” Bara said in the end. Not to discuss further. Moreover, he had never seen and tried the strange food at all.

“How the hell, Mas. I want Mas to find it for me,” grumbled Bella. Bella's facial complexion had turned cloudy, with above-average acidity.

“Yes, later I will ask Mbak at home to make it for you,” explained Bara again.

Sadly, Bella grabbed the car door. Bara's words immediately provoked his anger.

“Icca, let's go home!” bella's orders, shut the car door tight.

At least he did not expect to get this kind of reaction from his wife. He feels his words are enough to answer Bella's unusual wishes.

This is the first time Bella asks him for something as a wife. As much as possible, he will fulfill it. It's just that the problem is Bella's request is strange and unlike the wife in general, who asked for a bag, clothes or shoes.

According to the story of Pram his best friend, his wife who was the same age as Bella always asked for a branded bag. And it's also easy to find. Sometimes Pram simply asked his secretary to buy it. There has never been a story of Pram's wife asking for such strange and magical food.

He looked at the car his wife was riding away. Still with his head filled with question marks, he rushed back up to his room.

As he passed his secretary's desk, he had an idea in mind. Maybe the girls understand and understand better. Moreover, Dona, his secretary was often buying food outside, maybe more know about the food his wife meant.

“Don, can you buy it for me .. uh ... rujak ... rujak ... uh ...." The word Bara hangs. He had forgotten the name of the food his wife had asked for.

“Sorry rujak what do you mean?” ask Dona, astonished. He was still sitting at the table, waiting for Bara to finish his orders.

“Okay, what was his name. Buy a rut for my wife. Which contains vegetables and fruits doused in chocolate sauce,” said Bara.

“Hah! what is it, Sir?” ask Dona wonder. His mind was immediately fixed on the hodgepodge or ketoprak. Food that is often ordered online through online motorcycle taxi drivers.

Dona, the secretary who was used to working and thinking quickly immediately pulled out her phone. Looking for a picture of a hodgepodge in his mind.

“This, Sir?” dona asked his boss.

“Ah, yes. But please mix the fruits later. I saw a pineapple, a mango and a jicama in it,” Bara explained.

Dona's mouth gaped, asking Bara to repeat his words. Just this time he heard there was a hodgepodge mixed with fruits.

“Yes, like that photo you showed, Don. Just ask for plus the fruits I mentioned earlier,” Bara said again.

“But, Sir. Here no one sells hodgepodge mixed fruits,” explains Dona.

“Yes already, I have no problem paying more. Ask seller ... uh what was it?” bara asked, his tongue hard to mention.

“Gado-gado, Sir.”

“Ah, yes. Ask the hodgepodge seller to look for the fruits I mean and mix them in my order hodgepodge,” explained Bara.

Dona scratched her head after Bara's departure. Dare not to argue but also feels strange according to him. He does not want to be dizzy, it is better to obey than to be exposed to the tantrums of his superiors. Everywhere the request of the superior is obligatory.

“Don, I want it later in the afternoon. Must be ready, yes. I'll take her home later. My wife's order,” Bara said, before entering her room.

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The time is 17:00 p.m., when Bara comes out of his room. A smile was engraved on her face as she saw the mica box containing her order already wrapped neatly on the table of Dona, her secretary.

“This is a hodgepodge, Mr.”

Dona stood up, pushing the small piece of clear plastic towards Bara.

“Thank you Don. Sorry to bother you,” said Bara, grabbed the package and passed away,

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