Not Planned Love (R3)
119. Baby Asad
119. Baby Asad
“Where are you from?”
The three young men who were both wearing black bomber jackets turned their heads. They were busy opening some of the frictional bags they were carrying from outside as the familiar voice greeted.
“Hangout, bang.”
“Iya. Hangout around Jakpus, bang. Go home to buy our subscription foods that like to roast in Deket SMA Dandelion.”
“Sit, bang. Join us, unboxing snacks SMA.”
The three young men looked happy as they took Arsyad An-nass Senopati unboxing the food they bought along the way home. Davin, Davian, and Diano aka Aroon did spend all day driving together. Getting around the city, reminiscing about the days of High School. They also had time to visit the workshop, gym, and caffe that they used to manage. Now managed by their right hand—who is still a close relative of Radityan. Before returning home, they also watched Kokas. Kongkow continued while making coffee for an hour in the Kokas mall, just returned home after the morning.
This day triple D is like a bird released from a cage. They come to one place with pleasure. Like today boy’s time. There is no such thing as interference from girlfriends, because they have already promised to me time together. They also had a chance to meet the boy of the motorcycle gang that was once chaired by Davian. That certainly makes Davian very happy, because he can let go of longing with his old friends who are still left.
“What did you buy? Why so much?” ask Arsyad who finally joined the sofa in the middle room.
Triple D is indeed the middle of unboxing their groceries in the middle room. They have also asked for some cutlery on the maid as a container for all the food they buy.
“Lup. So many.” Davian said as he moved the ice into the glass.
“Open one by one, keep moving to the plate,” said Davin who just moved 4 pieces of egg crust that are still warm.
Triple D began to open their purchases one by one with Arsyad as a spectator. In addition to ice kuwut, egg crust, they also buy their subscription egg rolls when SMA, caramel and chocolate wrap banana nuggets, krispi oyster mushrooms, pentols, pegs, blooming fried meatballs, tofu gejrot, krispi oyster mushrooms, puis, takoyaki, sweet martabak, soto, until goat fried rice.
“Woah, crust telor babeh. My subscription nih,” said Davian happy. He quickly picked up a piece of the still-warm egg crust.
“If this is Davina's favorite,” chirps Davin when she wants to bite off a piece of chocolate-covered banana nugget. He spontaneously remembered his lover. “Such sweet, like Davina.”
“Cih, bucin squared.” Davian clucked as he swallowed a delicious chew in his mouth.
“Cobain, bang. Blooming fried meatballs that kayak in Bandung. They have opened a branch in Jakarta.” Aroon thrust out a white plate containing 5 pieces of blooming fried meatballs that looked tempting to try. Complete with chocolate sauce.
“This blooming fried meatballs that we eat after the study tour with the children of OSIS and MPK to Bandung,” added Aroon.
Arsyad. He smiled a little at the flash of memory when he was educated first. He remembered his days while studying at Dandelion High School. He then received the plate containing the blooming meatballs willingly. I haven't eaten food like this in a long time either.
“Where's bang? yummy?”
Arsyad smiled as he nodded slightly as he managed to bite the original blooming meatballs without the chocolate sauce. Meatballs made from mackerel fish that taste very tasty thanks to the addition of various spices. A savory taste that really spoils the tongue. Especially when eaten with the chocolate sauce.
“Yyou again eat what?”
Arsyad turned his head when he heard the gentle voice of his wife. The beautiful woman who was two-bodied looked to raise one eyebrow to see the husband who was enjoying a fried meatball blooming. Food that he had never seen or eaten.
“Sini,” call Arsyad, give the code for the wife to sit in an empty room beside her.
“This is any event?” ask the beautiful woman wearing the orange canal from the Dior fashion house.
“Pesta miras,” seloroh Davian who immediately got a sharp shot from two of its twins.“Canda, bro.” He chuckled a little, then looked at the brother-in-law while raising a plate of paint.
“We again unboxing hawker five time SMA. Kapar want to join?”
“Whatever can?”
Triple D is nodding. After all the food they had was also plenty, and there was no way they could spend it. They looked like they were floundering, so they were all bought.
“Mau?” Arsyad asked while lifting a blooming fried meatball that was still intact.
Kara nodded shyly. He was curious about the taste of the unique shaped food.
“Open your mouth, let me feed,” said Arsyad while directing the fried meatballs.
Kara shakes. Makes the husband confused. “Why?”
“That's aja.”
“This is new, that one is my ex,”
“Gak papa's. Kara want ex yanda.”
The young man who had a handsome face nodded, then exchanged his blooming baso for a meatball he had eaten a quarter of. The wife looked happy as she bit the fried meatballs in bloom.
“Enak?”
Kara nodded in response to the husband's question. The couple looked delighted with the mouthfuls of fried meatballs, when some were watching with envy.
“Anybody have a mutation ticket to Mars? I asked for dong,” chirped Davian. “If you are married, different. The world belongs to both. The same different who is single fisabilillah like me,” he added sadly.
“Patience, Dav. It's a test,” says Aroon with an amused smile.
Davian snorted hearing it. “Tauk ah, dark.”
“Udah, don't debate. Mending cepet all this. Dear if it's cold.”
Seeing the togetherness of Triple D, Arsyad and Kara were also happy and entertained. It was rare that they could gather like this time. The older they have their respective job desks, so it is difficult to get together to just joke together.
“You again?” as a sensitive husband, Arsyad asked again for the last time. Afraid that there is a wife and prospective baby wants, but hesitates to ask because of shame.
“That's what?” show Kara.
“This?” Arshad took the food that his wife had appointed. “Know gejrot.”
“Know gejrot?”
“Iya, ibbak. Know the legend that was once eaten by President Obama,”, Aroon said.
Kara seemed surprised to know the information. He was about to ask, but was dragged by Davian.
“Times anyway?” ask Davian curiously.
“Iya. Search on Google if you don't believe it. President Obama, right, has lived in Indonesia.” Aroon said while taking one takoyaki jumbo with baby octopus stuffing. Takoyaki is similar to takoyaki jumbo sold in the Tanggerang Old market. Aroon once bought it with his girlfriend.
“Cobain is also its krispi oyster mushroom, mbak. This is Arra Pas SMA's favorite tea snack. But bang Arsyad even do not like.” Davin smiled thinly while thrusting a plate containing chrispy oyster mushrooms that are still original, without additional seasoning.
“Yanda don't like that?”
Arsyad. “I don't like fried foods. Arra who prefers to eat fried foods,” said Arsyad, giving clarification while feeding the wife of the painter with a topping of chocolate and cheese.
“Then Kara also does not like.” After saying so, the beautiful woman smiled widely. The smile that always makes an Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi feel warmth.
“Oh, yes, bang. Make the discourse to Turkey so no? If so let from the beginning of the cut brother taken care of.”
“InsyaAllah, so.”
“Ok. If so, you just tell me when the date is the same secretary brother. Let me handle the work later on brother leave.”
“Hm.”
Aroon nodded as he went back to chewing. He also wanted to go to Turkey for healing. All of you invite the lover who wants to learn a lot about the culinary of the country. There is one place they want to visit together, which is Cappadocia. However, Aroon chose to postpone the planning. Count as one of their honeymoon destinations when married later. Thinking about that, made the youngest smile to himself.
“Why a boy? How do you suddenly smile?” confused Davin who just reached out to the bowl containing soto.
“Don't tambet?” seloroh Davian's.
“Ngawur!” sewot Aroon who had just come to his senses from his daydream.
“Ndreamunin what do you? To the point of smiling so.”
“Ndreamunin the future,” replied Aroon while reaching out for a glass of water to relieve the throat.
Davian only mangosteen as cool as chewing. He is a wizard when it comes to eating. Understandably, Davian has always liked snacks. If it is a snack, no jaim-jaim club deh. Davian would eat any food, if he wanted to. Even if the food is the price of change, as long as it tastes not spare change.
“Bang,” call Davian
“Hm?”
“Bby I don't give you a name.”
“Name?” reset Arsyad. The beautiful man looked confused, just like Aroon and Davin. Suddenly, the middle one said so.
Davian nodded while grinning small—often his mainstay. “Name for your baby later.”
“What?”
“What is it, bang?”
“Name,” said Arsyad, straightening.
“Asad,” Davian replied as he changed his position to sit upright, with a straight forward look. “Asad is a name that means lion, happy, happy and lucky.”
“You want our first child to use that name, but why?”
“Because this name contains the hope of a parent for his baby who will grow up to be a brave and brave child like a lion. Pleasant child, bringer of happiness and good fortune,” Davian replied. “Actually this is the name of one of my colleagues. He's a former Navy Seal— elite soldier from the U. S. Navy who died on the battlefield. Called Asad. He is a devout Muslim. As the name suggests, he was a valiant and brave warrior like a lion. He died after being hit by a bullet for protecting me.”
All of them in the compact living room were silent when they heard Davian's story. Who would have thought if the work that Davian did was very dangerous when heard directly from the source.
“Can you use that name as a form of respect and thank me? Because I'm not sure I'll have a baby anytime soon.”
Davian knew this was a sudden request. Why should the name Asad be used? surely Arsyad and Kara already have a name for their baby. However, Davian had a good feeling about Asad's name. For some reason, but his conscience from the beginning wanted this name embedded in the generation Radityan gen 4.
“But if you both mind, it's okay. I'm not maksa.”
“amah nice,” sahut Kara with a smile on the lips. Makes Davian stunned. “How to like that name, yanda.”
The husband turned his head as he felt a hug next to his biceps. He then shared a thin, but sweet smile. “Sure, nice name. We can use that name,” said Arsyad while carrying his palm to settle on the surface of the stomach of the wife.
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