My Imam, my army

special fried rice for Space

After the dawn prayer, Salsa clipped her long hair. Since Dirga was also not home, she did not wear her hijab. Because Salsa is still a little embarrassed to remove the hijab in front of Dirga. It's weird Salsa!

The woman was very enthusiastic, because she wanted to cook Dirga for breakfast later. After overtime, Dirga must be very hungry. Although Salsa was not good at cooking, she was at least devoted to her own husband. If necessary, Salsa will take cooking classes so that she can cook. Because, as a wife, Salsa should not rely on others, for example on maids. Salsa must be able to serve her own husband.

Salsa saw the contents of her refrigerator that many vegetables because not long ago, Salsa shopping monthly. Actually, vegetables do not include monthly needs. Including the weekly according to him.

Salsa thought, what menu is suitable for breakfast Dirga and himself.

Fried rice appeared in Salsa's mind.

However, Salsa shook her head.

Chicken porridge also appeared in his idea.

He shook his head again.

Bread tasteless + milk?

That's not cooking.

Salsa contains vegetables in the refrigerator. He watched the vegetables closely. Understandably, Salsa is not a cooking hobby.

And of the many hard-working brains, the choice fell on fried rice. Haha! It was so sweet Sal!

"Kak Angkasa likes fried rice?" Ask yourself.

"Ah what do soldiers usually eat, right?" Salsa murmured again. Take the eggs in the refrigerator. But, then stop again, "kalo kak Angkasa do not like my cooking how? Well nyesek dong," he said discouraged again.

If you acknowledge your own weakness, then you are just as likely to start doubting God.

Salsa quickly picked up three eggs in her refrigerator after getting a whisper from inside her bright side. He should be sure. That's the principle now.

Confident if the cuisine will make Dirga fascinated with the taste of Salsa cuisine. Well, even if that's not possible according to Salsa. But he just has to be confident. Haha!

Salsa began to put a little cooking oil in the frying pan. Salsa will start with a tutorial on cooking fried rice via youtube. Nowadays it is very good, because the world is all online. However, be careful in your life.

A little Salsa glanced at the tutorial.

While having a small break, Salsa enjoys cooking. He felt happy because this is a special fried rice for Dirga.

Long enough Salsa made fried rice until finally so too. He glanced out the window. Darkness will be replaced by sunlight. However, his sunlight was still embarrassed to bring out his rays.

"Done," Salsa said with a smile. After pouring her fried rice on two dishes, Salsa smiled again.

"Waww, the fried rice is delicious as it is," said Salsa smilingly staring at her own cooking. With a plump egg on it makes a pretty impression.

Salsa intends to photograph the fried rice.

He was looking for the best side to photograph the fried rice.

Czechoslovak.

Salsa smiled at the portrait from her phone. Then he uploaded it on his snapgram.

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With the caption, fried rice is special for misua, hihi ;)

Salsa uploads on snapgram. He smiled looking at the caption.

Salsa glanced at the clock. It's almost morning, but why hasn't Dirga come home either. And last night Dirga said that the man would come back at dawn. However, this second also did not reveal the trunk of his nose.

"What a long time, huh?" Said himself.

"I took a shower first" Salsa said, putting two servings of fried rice in her food storage cabinet.

Salsa immediately climbed the second floor to take a shower.

Salsa glanced at the clock again before entering her bathroom.

Salsa shower not long. He came out with his white towel. He chose comfortable clothes to make him work. Today, after he obtained permission from Dirga if he would re-sign from his job, Salsa decided to re-sign starting today. So, today will be the last day of her work. He has not yet submitted his resignation.

Salsa uses after a soft pink shirt in combination with a plisket skirt with a brucat that adds a luxurious impression.

After using the powder thinly, he slightly applied a thin liptin on his lips. After that, he wears his instant hijab.

He glanced at the clock again. Why did Dirga not come home yet. Even this is morning.

He tried to call Dirga.

The phone connection was connected, but Dirga did not pick it up. Salsa called three times. However, Dirga did not pick up her phone.

"Journey home at best" he murmured as he walked out of the room.

He went down the stairs slowly. I don't know why the sadness enveloped the woman. Normally, Salsa was not this sad if Dirga left her only to serve and not for nothing.

"don't Salsa want to go?" A middle-aged woman asked Salsa while stirring the porridge that was in the pot. Her name is Bi Minah, who took care of her mother when Salsa worked in the hospital.

"Yes, Mbok. Did he have breakfast?"

"Not yet,"

"Yes, this has been done mbok Minah yes, if only Minah mbok want to snack outside," said Salsa while offering two pieces of money a hundred thousand.

"Oh, don't be non. Mbok ate this porridge only later after the bribe of the mother of non Salsa,"

"No papa, bi. Rejeki can not be refused you know, bi," said Salsa with a smile.

Salsa. If he leaves now, what if Dirga comes home later.

Why didn't the man tell her?

Salsa decided to leave because of her short working hours.

"Bi I'm leaving first. Oh yes bi in the food cabinet there is fried rice, later if Kak Asa returns home to eat fried rice ya bi. There are two portions, if aunt wants to make one aunt," Salsa said.

"Oh enggeh non, I will convey the same Mas Dirga," said bi Minah with a smile.

Salsa said goodbye to bi Minah before leaving her house. He used his white car.

Salsa entered her car with an uneasy feeling. Before running her car, Salsa wears her proud white coat. Then, he runs the car leaving his yard.

Salsa was lucky because so early there was no traffic jam. Make it easy for him to get to his workplace.

His car stopped at a crossroads because of a red light. He saw his cell phone. There was no news from Dirga. And the man did not reply to the messages he had sent.

The car was back after the green light. This time Salsa was scared. I am not afraid because of what.

Salsa parked her car in the basement of the hospital. He immediately entered the military hospital.

When he entered the hospital, Randy's doctor had approached him in a panic.

"Doctor Salsa I'm asking for help,"

"Quiet doc. Ask for help what? Is there an emergency patient?" Salsa said she was panicking.

Doctor Randy nodded.

"Because it requires a surgeon in. The other doctors have taken the night sif and some have not come yet, doc," Randy said in a panic. They both ran.

For Salsa, saving people's lives was a priority in her life.

He arrived at the ER. And how shocked he was when he saw who it was who was lying weakly on the hospital bed. Salsa's heart shook violently. Her tears have already seeped out. Salsa was not finished.

Salsa hit her own head.

"Sal Consen! You have to be concerned!" He said to himself while holding back his tears that just came out. Cool out!

Salsa should not panic for now.

In his lifetime, only this time the concentration of Salsa was lost when he wanted to operate to save the lives of others. The thing is, this is no one else for Salsa.

Salsa is trying to restore her concentration!

To be continued...

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Well how the hell is this.

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