Mystery of Coastal Village
Chapter 40. Mr. Hasan's House
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi." Aldi ended the prayer with greetings. Behind Aldi also heard the sound of greetings.
After kissing both hands Aldi turned his head back and looked for the whereabouts of the owner of the voice. However, Nihil Aldi did not find anyone in that place.
"Is that just my hallucination?" Aldi scooped his face confused with his own increasingly strange self.
"It seems that after returning from this village I have to go to psychology, who knows I have a mental disorder" he said.
"Already whoever you are is important does not disturb or appear before me, I have no problem." Aldi then release the peci and put in the hanger attached to the wall of the room. Then he grabbed his phone and walked out of the room.
"I'm leaving, assalamualaikum" Aldi said before locking the door. He happened to remember his teacher's advice that every time he wanted to leave the house or enter the house had to say hello even though in the house there were no residents though.
"Wa'alaikum salutations." Unexpectedly, Aldi answered his greetings.
Aldi turned to and fro to look for the whereabouts of the man who had answered his greetings. Again and again Aldi did not find the origin of the sound. Aldi seemed to rub his own ears maybe shorting.
"Who are you?" Aldi tried to ask while tilting his ear and no one answered.
"Are I hallucinating? I'm going now." Aldi immediately rushed out of the house and walked towards Mr. Hasan's house.
"Wah it turns out Nak Aldi is on time even this is still at 6 and not half 7" said Mr. Hasan happy because it turns out Aldi is not a person who breaks promises.
"That's not the name on time sir but the speed" Aldi joked. The man rubbed his sweaty forehead. The hot sun made Aldi's body sweat after walking for almost half an hour to the residence of Mr. Hasan.
"Well get inside." Mr. Hasan led Aldi to enter the porch of his house.
"Here alone sir, I'm this dry, so just sit here looking for a fresh breeze."
"Well you just sit here, I'll go in first to call mom inside."
Aldi nodded and sat down on the chair on the porch of the house.
Mr. Hasan rushed inside and called his wife. Moments later the wife of Mr. Hasan brought dishes and rice containers from the kitchen to the terrace of the house and was about to arrange at the table in front of Aldi.
"Sorry Mom, it's a hassle because my body is sultry and this memory is so Mom just chose to sit outside." Aldi felt bad already bothered dimasakin even make Mr. Hasan's wife bother again by bringing food outside.
"It's okay Nak Aldi anyway his cooking is still in the kitchen really. Want Nak Aldi to go inside or here just as I would still bring this food out."
Aldi nodded at Mr. Hasan's wife's explanation.
"Thank you, Mom."
Together Nak Aldi," said the mother while putting rice and arranging dishes on the table.
"Put bring lodeh vegetables and fried fish here!" the mother orders her daughter who is still in the kitchen.
"Yes, Mom." The princess immediately rushed to bring the mother's order out.
"I want to take the sauce first," said the mother when salipan with her daughter who carried a basin containing vegetable lodeh and fish dorang fried in the dish.
Aldi stared unblinkingly at the daughter of Mr. Hasan whose name was the Princess.
"It's so pretty that her daughter Mr. Hasan, her lips I like," Aldi's inner voice as she continues to follow the Princess' steps with her eyes tails.
The princess glanced at Aldi with a sweet smile.
"Hemm, uhuk-uhuk." Mr. Hasan pretended to cough.
Aldi immediately turned his attention in the other direction while the Princess became misbehaved.
"It was also the Princess's favorite and this particular vegetable she cooked it herself," explained Mr. Hasan making the princess blush in shame.
"Our tastes are the same, lest we be fooled again." Aldi ventured to tease the Princess making the girl's cheeks red like a boiled crab. After he finished putting down and arranging the food he brought the girl immediately ran into the kitchen while covering her face with both hands.
"Why the hell are you?" asked the mother to see the awkwardness of her daughter.
"That's my father's guest seducing me, I'm going to be ashamed Mom" reported the Princess.
"The most he's used to is joking." The response of the mother made the princess pout. "Stay Princess is ashamed."
"Yes if you're ashamed to stick in there," the mother licked.
Hearing her mother's words the Princess became upset. "Yes the Princess just stuck in the room and mother do not tell the Princess again yes because the Princess will not come out again."
"Current nih nyancam nih nih nih nih nihnya nih son."
"Biarin, the Princess snags at mom." The girl went straight into her own room.
"It's really bad." I don't know why there is a mother like Ms. Hasan who likes to make her own child upset.
"Oh yes sir, what was your name?" ask Aldi curious.
"My daughter is called Princess."
"Aish."
"Yes Nak Aldi her real name is Princess."
Aldi nodded.
"Oh yes sir what school is he?"
"Still Junior High."
"Oh, pantesan."
"Why is Nak Aldi?" asked Mr. Hasan curious.
"Still petite sir, adorable. It felt like Aldi wanted to pinch his chubby cheek." Aldi's honesty made Mr. Hasan only shake his head.
"Where's the sambal?!" mr. Hasan shouted because his wife had not returned too after a while to go to the kitchen.
"Yes sir wait, I'm taking this."
Moments later, Ms. Hasan arrived near them with a small bowl of tucked sambal.
"Wah just appeared, the smell was good how about a meal later," praised Aldi.
"Wah Nak Aldi is too much. The food in the village was far outnumbered by the food in Nak city. Nak Aldi saw for himself the arrangement of the menu is mixed do not know what the menu is themed." Ms. Hasan chuckled to herself.
"Whatever is important is delicious, ma'am" said Aldi.
"Yes already Nak Aldi come please eat," said Mr. Hasan and began to stoop rice to his own plate.
Aldi nodded and followed in the footsteps of Mr. Hasan, poking rice into his own plate then took vegetables and other side dishes as well as sambal that had been tempting his taste.
Seriate.
