Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

Meat Revelation?

Cia stared tastefully at the food that was before her at this moment. The food he made with his future mother-in-law, after sweating ria finally now Cia can enjoy it too. Although more Marwah hands are working, but it does not matter, after all who grind chili and other spices, is Cia itself. Remember in the milled use cobek, not use blender.

Cia and Marwah only make fried chicken green chili, capcai, fried salted fish is also default, even Cia had to fry crackers. Because Marwah said earlier, Alkan can not eat if there are no crackers, why can it be so? if Cia herself when she can't eat, not because there are no crackers, but because there is no food, then Cia can't eat.

It seems like all kinds of food Cia doyan, halal origin, mature and not rotten, definitely Cia gluttonous. The crib girl doesn't like food? could doom the world. Did he have to make the crackers later, for Mas Al's sake dear.

"Why are you just looking at it? no taste, see the food?" Marwah spoke again, when she saw Cia still silent. He and Alkan had already taken their own food.

Cia slightly flinched, the girl returned to her consciousness. Both of Cia's eyes rubbed, when she saw Marwah's gaze on her. So nervous, Cia could only smile all wrong.

"Why are you daydreaming, Cimut? let's eat!" invite Alkan, even the dimpled man looks to develop a thin smile at him.

Alkan slowly devoured the food made by Cia's own hands, even greedily the man ate the crackers that Cia fried earlier, although a little sloppy, because when frying the oil was not too hot.

Cia returned a thin smile Alkan though late, one of his hands stretched out to grab the rice, capcay, fried chicken sambal greens, then ended up in fried salted fish and vegetables.

"Do you like salted fish?" ask Marwah.

The middle-aged woman was seen frowning, seeing Cia grabbing two fried salted fish.

"I-iya Ma'am, because if at Mace's house-meaning my grandmother, this fish is no stranger. Even this is Pace's favorite food - uh means Grandpa." said Cia calmly, but still looks nervous.

"I guess rich people don't like to eat salted fish, because they say they like to eat the meat of revelation" Marwah said as it is.

Alkan and Cia even choked on hearing Marwah's words. 'Revelatory Meat'? what kind of meat is that? why is his name like Mr RT? how horrible.

"Rabby, Bun. Not revelation" Alkan said.

Marwah sounded a little clucking, the middle-aged woman was feeding her food back quietly.

"Absolutely, just different kolkolkolahnya." said Marwah did not want to lose.

"Different Bun, Wagyu is half-cooked meat, but if Revelation, Mr. RT us." reply Alkan did not want to lose.

Cia who had just listened, seemed to cheer a restrained smile.

I don't know why the middle-aged woman, the more here she talks, Cia thought.

"Yes actually Pace-eh Grandpa Ilham people are simple, he prefers home-cooked food, for example salted fish. But there are many more home-cooked foods that he likes, such as tempeh, tofu, toge, sea fish, vegetables, vegetable lodeh, even Pa-Grandpa Ilham prefers to eat vegetables. Because Ma-Granny said, it used to be fitting for Grandpa Ilham's duty to rarely eat fish and meat" said Cia at length, making Alkan and Marwah look at him.

"What did your grandfather do?" ask Marwah curiously.

Cia was seen gulping down water, before she answered the question posed by the future mother-in-law.

"Eem-Gegana." The short answer given by Cia, was able to make Marwah turn to Alkan.

"However? brimob guys who like to defuse bombs?" ask Marwah again, this time looking so curious.

Cia stared clumsyly at Marwah who was currently staring at her intensely, one corner of Cia's eyes glanced at Alkan who was in front of her.

"I-iya Bu, it just so happens that Grandpa Ilham who became his geniekinnya, all the jinakin heart Ma-Granny Reina as well" said Cia, even the girl smiled but looked wrong, for some reason.

Is there something wrong with his words? why did her future Mother-in-law keep staring unblinkingly at her.

"Tomorrow to go to the market, yes, at 7 am we leave. Let it be able to get fresh vegetables as cheap, if to the market directly." said Marwah, out of the path of their conversation earlier.

Cia seemed to blink quickly, slowly she looked at Alkan who looked to be restoring her coarse hair.

"I-iya Ma'am, tomorrow I take Mom to the market, at 7 am, okay I'm ready," said convinced Cia.

And it made Alkan sigh rudely, at this time Alkan hoped that Cia would bear with the orders of the Mother, which sounded even more strange.

'Hold, Cimut.' murmured Alkan inwardly, he honestly did not have the heart to see that beautiful face, staring confusedly at him and the Mother.

MAS AL: PATIENCE TO CIMUT