My priest
Cook
Today Ustad Ilham was allowed to go home, Lula put the goods Ustad Ilham into the bag. Ustad Ilham looked at Lula who was busy tidying up her things.
"Why see me mulu? Wanna help?" lula.
Ustad Ilham smiled widely, then he got off the hospital bed to help Lula.
"Eh no! Just let me know, you're sitting on the couch!" lula.
"Ndak pa-pa really, it's easy" said Ustad Ilham.
Because Ustad Ilham did not want to hear the word Lula, then Lula pulled the hand of Ustad Ilham to sit on the sofa.
"Don't be reckless! Sit here sweet, understand!" lula.
Again Ustad Ilham just smiled broadly.
While Lula was cleaning up Ustad Ilham's belongings, the police suddenly entered their room.
"Good day, Father and Mother, '' said the police.
"Prince, sir" said Lula and Ustad Ilham together.
"We from the Police got a report from the residents about the robbery that Father and Mother experienced, And we came here to ask for information from Father and Mother for the robbery that happened to Father and Mother a few days ago," said one of the police.
"Nggeh Sir," said Ustad Ilham who was still in a state of tangent.
Ustad Ilham and Lula recount the events they experienced.
"Well, thank you for your statement and Mother. We excuse you first and hope you recover quickly," said the police and immediately left.
"Thank you, waalaikumsalam" said Ustad Ilham.
Lula continued to clean their clothes, after finishing the clothes, Lula and Ustad Ilham left the Hospital and got into the car that Lula had ordered.
"Darling, our bike will not come back?" lula.
"If the bike is still our sustenance, God willing the bike will come back to us" said Ustad Ilham.
"Yes, but I hope the bike will come back" said Lula.
"We pray and give everything to God" Ustad Ilham said, holding Lula's hand.
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They went down right in front of the Ustad Ilham house. Many people welcomed their arrival.
"Asalamualaikum" Greetings Ustad Ilham and Lula.
"Waalaikumsalam," the men answered.
"Please enter all," said Lula.
"Nggeh, monggo" said Ustad Ilham.
Ustad Ilham and Lula allowed everyone to enter his house, Lula helped Ustad Ilham sit down. Lula entered the kitchen to make them drink, after Lula finished back in the guest room.
"Please drink!" lula.
"Okay, so troublesome. Thank you Ma'am" said one of the men.
Hanifa came with Ali.
"Asalamualaikum" hail Hanifa.
"Waalaikumsalam," they answered simultaneously.
Hanifah walked over to Lula.
"Ali" said Lula.
Hanifah gave Ali to Lula. Lula held Ali.
"Come, let's just talk behind Hanifah's back" Lula said.
"Yes, Ma'am," said Hanifa.
"Excuse me everyone" said Lula.
Lula takes Hanifah to the back of the house.
"Did Ali trouble you?" ask Lula.
"Thank God, ndak Ma'am. Ali is a good boy, he is not troublesome at all" Hanifah said.
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, you've taken care of Ali" said Lula.
"Together" said Hanifa.
They talked for a long time, and finally came home. After driving them home, Lula and Ustad Ilham entered the room, they sat down and leaned on the edge of the bed.
"Ali, honey. Ali miss Mama?" lula said as she kissed Ali.
Ali laughed and tried to bite the face of Lula who kept kissing her. Ustad Ilham smiled looking at the interaction of the two of them.
"Tomorrow at noon, baby. You too, take a break" said Lula.
"Well where?" utstad Ilham suddenly said.
"Well, she meant?" lula.
"Yes, I promise. So?" said Lula who is still insensitive with the intention of Ustad Ilham.
"That's like Ali ? ... Ali's boobok by noon... Honey!" ustad Ilham emphasized the word dear.
"ohhh," said Lula briefly.
"Cock just, ohhh anyway? What's the word unfortunately?" the face of Ustad Ilham pouted slightly.
Lula who saw the pouting expression of Ustad Ilham became laughing.
"Haha, yeah-yes baby. Don't pout that dong!... My dear husband, rest yes, let it heal quickly" said Lula.
As Ustad Ilham's face shone and blushed, he was both happy and ashamed.
"Yes, baby" said Ustad Ilham.
Ustad Ilham began to close his eyes.
"Kayak ABG who was drunk love her anyway" whispered Lula.
Short night time arrived. Now Lula is in the kitchen, she wants to cook for dinner, but Lula feels bangtung want to cook what and how to cook it. Lula just stared at all the cooking utensils in front of him, he really did not know where to start.
"What do you cook? Just porridge once, huh? But there is no rice. How to cook rice? Ah dizzy," said Lula.
Ustad Ilham who was feeling hungry came out of the room and went towards the kitchen, in the kitchen Ustad Ilham saw Lula who was standing in front of the stove.
"Dec," call Ustad Ilham.
"Hem" said Lula turned towards Ustad Ilham.
"What are you doing, standing there?" tanya Ustad Ilham's.
"Em, I want to cook" said Lula.
Ustad Ilham was a little surprised.
"Hem, cook? Can you cook, baby?" tanya Ustad Ilham's.
Lula scratched her non-itchy head.
"Hehe, that's the problem. I can't cook" said Lula.
Ustad Ilham smiled widely, he approached Lula.
"Let me cook" said Ustad Ilham.
"Eh, no! You're sick again. Let me cook, you rest in your room!" lula.
Lula rejected Ustad Ilham's suggestion because Lula did not want to if Ustad Ilham was exhausted, his recovery would be slow.
"That's it. You cook, I take directions. How's it?" the Ustad Ilham.
"Okay, but sitting down!" lula.
"Yes" said Ustad Ilham.
Lula began cooking according to the instructions of Ustad Ilham. From cutting vegetables, cooking rice and making spices, Lula does everything in earnest. Unknowingly the hair tie that Lula was wearing came off, Ustad Ilham who saw it instantly helped tie Lula's hair.
"Pass?" tanya Ustad Ilham's.
"Yes. Thanks, baby," said Lula.
When it comes to frying eggs, Lula is afraid of being exposed to hot oil when frying.
"Darling, how do I fry?" lula.
"Stay you break the eggs on the pan, then sprinkle a little salt" said Ustad Ilham.
"Breakin' eggs on a skillet? Don't want ah, how will my hands get oil?" lula.
"Read, Deck. The oil is a little, so your hands will not be splashed with oil" said Ustad Ilham.
With Lula forced to do that, he heated the pan with a little oil, while about to break the egg, Lula hesitated.
"Not gonna get it, is it?" lula.
"Will not, dear" said Ustad Ilham.
Lula broke the egg on the pan, doubtful and afraid, not all the contents of the egg came out of the shell, Lula immediately pulled her hand, so some of the eggs spilled out of the pan.
"Well, spilled," said Lula.
"Ndak pa-pa, dear," said Ustad Ilham.
Lula tasted the soup for him, because not sure about the taste of Lula asked Ustad Ilham to taste the soup for him. Lula took a little gravy and let it sit for a while so as not to get hot.
"Ichip, baby," said Lula.
Ustad Ilham tasting artificial soup. Ustad Ilham instantly gave two thumbs up for Lula's cooking.
"Nake?" lula.
"Banget, dear," said Ustad Ilham.
Instantly Lula's sweet smile was engraved on her beautiful face, she felt proud of the results of her cooking.
Sorry yes, a few days this author is sick, so can't get up.
