OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Lunch

"Yes, by the way, Bu Rasti has prayed duhur?" asked Mr. Ahmad, trying to remind Rasti.

"Alhamdulillah already, just after teaching." replied Rasti told him that he had been performing the prayer dulur at school.

"Oh, thank goodness then!" said Mr. Ahmad was relieved.

"What if we get lunch?" said Mr. Ahmad, taking Rasti to lunch together.

"Kneel!" sahut Rasti asserted the invitation of Mr. Ahmad with pleasure.

His hungry stomach makes the worms rumble seems to protest because it has not been fed, Rasti stroked his stomach slowly indicating he was impatient to meet food.

Remembering this morning Rasti had not had time to eat breakfast because it was too late to go to school, plus a small incident that made him furious.

"What do you want Rasti to eat? decide the menu, I'll follow you!" said Pa Ahmad offering food menu to Rasti.

"I love soto, meatballs, and chicken noodles hyks" Rasti replied as she covered her own mouth.

"May, want three servings can also be originally spent!" said Mr. Ahmad invited Rasti to eat a big meal.

"Choose just one, where can I spend three servings at a time? there will be a glut and I can not get up from the seat." continued Rasti, softly denied the offer from Mr. Ahmad.

"Yes, we eat soto noodles! there is a rice, because Miss Rasti has not smelled rice since morning. Isn't that right, Mom?" ask Mr. Ahmad to guess.

"Yes, I haven't had breakfast! couldn't be!" rasti replied giving a statement to Mr. Ahmad.

Rasti and Mr. Ahmad walked around Brebes Square to find soto sellers, apparently from a distance there are writings that can be read the same.

"Soto Ayam and soto babad"

"Well, it's there's a soto seller. Come on, let's go there!" take Mr. Ahmad while holding Rasti's right hand. Rasti was surprised to see the attitude of Mr. Ahmad who seemed to have been close to Rasti.

"Let go of my hand!" pinta Rasti, with a slightly high tone.

"Ma sorry, Mom! I'm reflexive, there's really no intention! I just don't want to see Mrs Rasti soy sauce on foot" said Mr. Ahmad giving an excuse for his attitude earlier.

"That's it! let's eat soto, I'm already very hungry" said Rasti continued walking towards the soto stall at the end of the highway.

"Okay, is Miss Rasti still strong?" asked Mr. Ahmad to pay attention to Rasti.

"Of course, I am still strong walking as long as there is Mr. Ahmad on my side." chirped Rasti hinggal make Mr. Ahmad focus his gaze towards the face of Rasti who is full of enthusiasm.

Rasti's legs hurt because he walked using high heel , after he examined it, there was a little foot skin that was scuffed by the friction of the shoes because it went too far with fast footsteps to immediately get the food menu he wanted.

Rasti incubated in pain and compressed his feet with ice cubes to heal quickly, before long the order of two servings of soto and two glasses of sweet iced tea had come and ready to eat.

Mr. Ahmad offered sambal to Rasti but Rasti refused it, because it turned out that Rasti did not like sambal and did not like spicy food. Even Rasti added so much sweet soy sauce that made Pak Ahmad stunned to see it, Rasti also laughed to see Mr. Ahmad stumbling made.

"Isn't most of that soy sauce?" reprimand Mr. Ahmad while looking at the soy sauce and glancing towards Rasti who continues to pour soy sauce into a bowl containing his ordered chicken soto.

"Oh, no! I like sweet food the most, like the person in front of me." replied Rasti seduce Mr. Ahmad, at once Mr. Ahmad was smiling with a sense of gr-gr-ness until he spilled his iced tea water because he felt groggy after getting praise from Rasti.

"Ouch! well spilled, deh!" yelled Mr. Ahmad surprised to see a spilled glass nudged on his right arm.

"Mom, get a tissue!" rasti shouted to the Servant.

"Yes, yes! this is his knife" replied the waiter as he brought a tissue to wipe the hand of Mr. Ahmad who was hit by the spill of his iced tea.

"Other times be careful, do not need gerogi" said Rasti gave a little advice to Mr. Ahmad who was cleaning his right hand.

"Yes, forgive my carelessness, ma'am!" continued Mr. Ahmad apologized for the negligence of his attitude.

"No need to apologize, this was unintentional!" rasti's office understands this incident.

After Mr. Ahmad finished cleaning his right hand, he continued his lunch and ordered back the drink he had spilled just now.

Rasti can understand this incident without feeling angry with Mr. Ahmad, because this small incident happened accidentally. Mr. Ahmad who felt groggy when Rasti praised him, made this incident will never be forgotten in his memory.

Lunch is over, Rasti immediately invited Mr. Ahmad home considering he did not say goodbye to his parents when he wanted to go to Brebes. He was afraid that maybe his father and mother were worried, his daughter had not come home yet while the time had shown two o'clock at noon.

Mr. Ahmad immediately paid for their lunch and they walked to the front parking lot of the Great Mosque to go home soon, especially the atmosphere was cloudy the sky looked a little dark.

Arriving in front of the parking lot they immediately took their respective motorcycles and checked the presence of raincoats in their motorcycle seats, he said, apparently Mr. Ahmad did not bring a raincoat while Rasti always carried a raincoat wherever he went.

They rode their motorbikes and returned home in a row, when in a fork of the road Mr. Ahmad took a different direction.

Previously he said goodbye to Rasti bring himself will pass a different way home with Rasti, Rasti, Mr. Ahmad told Rasti to ride his motorcycle carefully and immediately gave news to Mr. Ahmad after arriving at his home. Rasti also replied to the words of Mr. Ahmad with just a few nods of his head, indicating he understood what was meant by Mr. Ahmad.

Arriving at the neighboring village, the rain fell but Rasti did not wear her raincoat because she thought she would soon arrive home soon so there was no need to use her raincoat.