Petals of Love At the End of Dusk
Brother Destin!
"Where is our schedule?" ask Fani to Boim. Boim is the team leader. So, his opinion is needed for the smooth agenda.
"Go to basecamp. Laper me. You can cook Raf?" Fani replied with a nod.
"Yaudah, stop by the stall we used to shop it out I masakin," Fani immediately moved from where he sat down mishandled. "what do you want to eat?"
"Whatever, the important halal can be eaten," Boim replied. The typhoon itself has chosen silence. Taufan dedicates himself as a team manut same wife.
"OK deh. Look what's in there."
The three of them walked together to the vegetable stall at the end of the alley.
Fani took a kilo of cut chicken, some kitchen spices and two packs of sop-sopan, not forgetting cayenne pepper to make chili later. Fani will cook simple.
After he had finished paying, he approached Boim and Typhoon. They both chose to wait by the side of the road. Do not disturb the concentration of shopping.
It took forty-five minutes for Fani to prepare their lunch. Soon dzuhur time, Boim and Taufan had already gone to the mosque. Fani herself chose to clean herself because her body already smells of onions.
Basecamp provided by RT is really broad according to Fani. Long alone in the basecamp Fani was horrified by himself. Though it was still day. After the bath he chose to wait for Typhoon and Boim while sweeping the courtyard.
"Oh Allah, why do we spend the day?" A man passed by while greeting. More precisely the pleasantries.
"Yes, sir, rather than join no work, while waiting for a meeting to come home from the mosque," Fani answered kindly.
"Owow, jaudah neng. Come,"
"Monggo sir."
"Finally the one who was waiting came too," Fani immediately put her broom. He asked Typhoon to enter the room.
"Woi, it's still noon woi! You can, wait for Malem to go to his room!" Sarcas Boim's.
"Why deck?" Asked Typhoon softly, he himself was confused when his hand was suddenly pulled by his wife.
"I'm afraid to be alone in basecamp, so I haven't prayed. Temenin in the room waiting for me to pray,". Fani expressed his reason which was answered by a nod and a smile by Typhoon.
"Basic, security style heart hello kitty loe Raf!" Boim chose to cover the kitchen. The fragrant aroma of cooking has been smelled since he entered the basecamp earlier.
Boim prepares all the works of Fani to the living room. All ubo rampe lunch he has prepared. Fani and Typhoon are not out of the room yet. Ah, sorry he's so happy to follow them both. Now he has to be a victim of expensive peanuts.
"Pan, I ate first huh, hunt the laper," Boim shouted from the living room. Not waiting long he immediately took the rice and side dishes. Typhoon and Fani followed for lunch.
"Beuuh, yummy turns Raf loe cuisine. It could be prenagen nih ntar the Typhoon," Boim praised as he continued to bribe chicken rice into his mouth.
"The son of Mr. Muhajir is that loh, must be cool to cook dong," Fani boasted. Indeed, his father's children must be able to cook so they can help in the shop.
"Udah, eat first deck, fight later" Typhoon always mediates.
They ate in silence, enjoying every mouthful of good food Fani made
"Assalamualaikum," The voice of a familiar girl in the ears of the three of them came from the main door.
"Sister Destin!"
