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"Assalamu'alaikum.. hemmm smells really good, this must be chicken opor 🤤"

I immediately rushed into the kitchen, not forgetting to replace shoes with sandals on the shelf.

I also threw my school bag in the room and bruk, the bag went perfectly into the cardboard perfectly.

"Nais shut 😏 is cool to throw me ahahahaha"

Grubyakk. bruk..

"Waduhh 😱 kok even fell all 🤦"

Look left and right 👀 "Luckily no one saw, fyuhh safe."

But it turns out that behind Irwan there is a father who just came out of the mosque room.

"Nais shut, what makes Wan fall apart?" said the father as he softened Irwan's ears.

"Aaaa. ahahahaha sorry sir"

"Had there done keep changing clothes and then pray dzuhur, after that just help mom in the kitchen.

Hunger is postponed first yes, clean your room first, later in the afternoon there will be many guests. Yesterday the most handsome and smartest father had a messy room??"

"Tumben sir? What day is it?"

"Monday Day, right? Why do you still ask the father what day? It's been sorted out"

"Yes also Monday, but that means it..."

"Have not thought about it again, soon entered the time of dzuhur. We congregate at home, pity mother still have to prepare cooking for later in the afternoon. Irwan wants to help, right?"

"Ohh yes of course dong sir, what the hell is not for the same father mother 😎. Irwan definitely number one right request father and mother 👍😊👍."

"Wrong.."

"Laaaaahhh?? 🤔"

"Emak used to be number one, right, and then father. Later if you have a new wife number one will be your new wife mother and father. Remember that, son."

"Stop!! don't answer anymore, there's a hunt in order."

"Sendiko dawuh paduka king, kisanak do well the king's command" said I imitate the scene of the tinular speech while clenching both hands and then walk backward slowly.

The father who saw me only smiled while shaking his head.

I then change my school uniform with house clothes, I hang uniforms separately between superiors and subordinates.

Clothes that were not as tough as the first time. What is the power, maybe the hanger is old so the movement is like a walking battery with a lot of shaking with a tremble.

I hurried to tidy up and rearrange my cardboard cabinet shelves.

Seven piles and all the contents inside were like freely scattered as he pleased. Aihh it's wrong I also used to throw all bags. Though the stomach was immediately hungry just by smelling the aroma of mother's cooking.

After tidying up and rearranging and ensuring the condition of the room is neat and clean. I rushed to the kitchen. I said hello to my mother again and kissed the back of her hand with reverence.

Just like my father, my mother also asked me to immediately berudlu because my father was waiting at the mosque, while my mother also seemed to have wudlu.

After the completion of the prayer dzuhur congregated, we immediately headed to the kitchen.

I also did not miss and certainly know what my task if in the kitchen.

I washed all of my cooking furniture, filled the pot of water and arranged it on the dinner table. Do not forget the plates are also spoons and glasses.

After that I took the wakul and filled it with cooked rice. Yes, it is definitely a wakul that I took because my mother cooked rice in a big boiler. If the ceting taken certainly does not fit.

I saw you enter the kitchen from the direction of the factory while carrying wood and dry twigs, then adding them into the furnace.

While the right hand of the mother is still busy stirring the cuisine so that the seasoning is mixed and perfectly seeped in the chicken meat. And the left hand churns out the flavored chicken intestines. Mashaallah is amazingly great this mother of mine. All hands work in 2 different cuisines. But on the sidelines it also still had time to continue grating coconuts.

When I wanted to replace my mother grating coconuts, my mother asked me to help stir the chicken intestines so that it does not burn.

I obediently stirred up the intestines, flipping through like what you did earlier.

Just for a moment I stood by the side of the furnace it felt like all my sweat was vying to get out. It was very hot, my mother is strong, even though there is a gas stove that just clicks but prefers to cook in a firewood stove.

Just for a while, my mother has come while carrying a lap. Then lift the pan containing chicken intestine and store it in a special bed where the cooking furniture is ripe.

Then raised again a pot of water, placed in the furnace of the former chicken intestine pan and asked me to add water in the pot 3 water dipper he said.

When I took the water, I saw my father squeezing a coconut grater for his meal. I also offered water to the father, and the father only asked for 2 dipper only.

After all was finished in cooking and stored on the pile, the father pulled out the wood that was still left in the furnace, then sprinkled little by little water so that the embers in the wood were extinguished.

We washed our hands for lunch together.

Thank God finally the tongue and stomach is treated with drugs that are amazingly delicious from the hands of the mother who is always good at pampering us with all her cooking.

"Alhamdulillaaaahhh, thank you mom. The chicken's intestine is muantap."

"Yes, my mother also thanks for helping me earlier"

"Why do the tumbens cook a lot today? I said there will be lots of guests later in the afternoon. What's the show, mak?" I asked who was very curious

"There's a point"