Red Box

Bullet 9: Dining Table

The sound of a car horn rang out, making my eyes instantly open. The longer, the more footsteps below, the more boisterous. I was still trying to sleep, but all the crowds outside finally made me open the curtains.

The morning light immediately entered the room. Large buildings, frenzied around, and then the students who were so small.

I still have a home, I thought.

The nameplate of the private school made me realize immediately. Before long, the memories of yesterday came to my mind. Meeting with the girl, following the problems that arise. Without realizing it, I started smiling until the sound of knocking on the door awakened the daydream.

“Breakfast is ready, mom! Same mom I've been waiting!” yells.

Instantly I looked. From his voice, I knew right away. That's Mama Tini.

“In a moment, I'm ready first!” my answer.

“Then I go down again, yes!” pampered.

“OK!” sahutku.

My eyes immediately fell on my old shirts. Now, those things must have been small, because of the growth of my muscle mass.

The cupboard is still open, but the choice is still not final either. Instead of dressing up, I remember the memories in this 3 x 3 room. Before becoming a policeman, my body was very thin.

Eating healthy with regular, portion adjustment, to the routine exercise menu, for two years. It was that sacrifice that finally changed my appearance. Even now, sports equipment such as barbells and ropes are still neatly stored in the closet.

I still remember, mama often nagged, because of the noise caused while exercising. Moreover, my room was on the second floor which made it sound so loud. Even though he knew he would be angry, but I always did. With ease I assume, anger is the way to show attention.

“Call!!!”

Mom's voice suddenly blared.

I just remembered, it has been called by Mbak Tini to immediately go down. In addition to the noise when I exercise, late eating is something that never fails to make it emotional.

“Shortly, Ma!” I said, hurrying to change clothes. He would have hit me soon if he made her wait any longer.

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The sound of the staircase floor squeaking, the shiny wooden handle, the painting of the scenery along the dustless road, as well as the smell of lime throughout the room. As usual, Mbak Tini always managed to make the cleanliness of our house is not inferior to five-star hotels. Not only good at cleaning, the cuisine is as good as a restaurant. Although the aesthetic does not reach five stars, at least the taste of the cuisine remains special.

“Fried rice?” ask, while sitting.

As usual, I took the opposite position with my mother. As the head of the family, Papa sits at the very end. Four of the seven seats were always empty, like my childhood.

I have always been curious, actually why buy a long table when the edges are empty. Moreover, the wood used is teak wood.

Some relatives who have visited us said, “table and the chair must have cost tens of millions.”

“Isn't it better to sell and buy smaller ones? It was definitely more efficient,” I thought, while pulling a plate that already contained a serving of fried rice.

Suddenly, something interesting was seen in my eyes. A familiar aroma also came along which made me look at him instantly.

“Mama is ripe?” my many.

“Where did you know?” sahut papa, “taste the same as Mbak Tini,” he added, while tasting the cuisine.

“There is an onion skin inside my plate, while Mbak Tini has never made this kind of mistake,” my claws.

Although true, the reason cannot be used as the main evidence to remember; there are times when humans make mistakes. The real reason is, the level of maturity of cooked shallots and fried onions, as well as the amount.

Mama always put it more, so the aroma is more stinging.

“Oh, because of it!” sahut papa, “pantesan different shape, more..”

“More what?!” break up mama, “my cooking ability is ugly, that's why I hired Tini! If you don't like it, don't eat it, bother terribly?” continued, grumbling.

Papa instantly fell silent, winking at me. Apparently, we're a frequency for judging mama. But when he was about to ask for my plate, I immediately pulled him closer, while grabbing a spoon.

“Who said he didn't like it?” my many.

“Then, don't bother mocking!” his gerrick.

I just smiled, remembering my colorful childhood.

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Cook less salty sour vegetables, cook salty soup, cook sweet kale vegetables. Anyway, the cuisine has an unpredictable taste. So bad, he even sprinkled sugar into salted fish, because it was considered too salty. Fortunately, it happened when mom and dad had just gotten married, so back then, I was still unborn.

The only dish that never fails is fried rice. He also always dodged by saying, “it tastes so,” so it makes me always think; fried rice is the best cuisine in the world.

To this day, I still remember the taste of each meal. Maybe because it was the first consumption-worthy meal I ever ate. I don't know, but I can guarantee you, it will always manage to identify his fried rice.

Over time, I just found out that asemi is actually delicious. Sop is actually amazing, and kale vegetables are no less delicious. But for reasons I mentioned, fried rice eventually became my favorite food.

“Enak as usual,” mumbled, finished some mouthfuls, “by the way, does mama want anything? Today is not my birthday, why suddenly cook my favorite food with my own hands?” continued, adding.

“Indeed, what's wrong with a mother cooking for her own child?” he said, “more you have not been home for a long time,” he added.

I just muffled, started eating as fast as I could. The longer, the worse my feeling gets. Everyone knows, fried rice is my favorite food, let alone made by mama. So, it only takes a few minutes to spend.

While standing, I immediately said, “today I have not been in sports so..”.

“Sit!” broken mom.

“There is something that should..”

“Du-duk!”

He pointed to the chair where I had just finished my meal. Looking at her face that was like a witch, I was forced to sit back.

“What have you learned these few years, to the point of daring to injure a virgin?” tanyanya, “answer honestly!” continued, cornered.

Both of his eyes were already glaring, making me sigh instantly. I thought, morning college.

Mama's fried rice is second to none, but its existence is like a forbidden fruit. It is certain, every time the cuisine is in session, problems will come.

In fact, it has been a tradition for the past few years. Anyway, every time the cuisine comes, it will follow lectures and tips that can never be stopped.

“Already expected,” mumbled, “where maybe I loved that much, to the point of cooking it, just because it has not visited for a long time,” I added.

“Jawab with hard!” exciting mom, “don't tell me you've..”

“Stop!” myrag.

“Yeah Gilang, he's the son of the deputy governor!”

Mama is getting excited herself.

“Your son is someone of noble heart who wants to help his friend, who is bullied," I argue, “you who do not know most about it. If the person I rely on the most does not believe, then who else would believe?” I said, clarifying self-defense.

While staring at papa, I added again, “the girl sprained, also almost walked tens of meters in a wounded state. Hence, I carried her home, just that!”

Unfortunately, he just flinched.

In desperation, I resumed the argument even though it never worked.

“The night situation was so complicated. He lied about the rules of the night,” obviously me, “tante it! Yeah, someone saw me holding her. She must have..”

“You carry a girl who is not your wife in front of others?” broken mom.

As soon as I stood up, feeling out of excuses,

“Keep I have to what? Adhere wrongly, ignore wrong!” my lament.

I tried to bring out the mainstay style by calling papa, using a face of pity.

"Sit down!" exclaim Mama.

I sat back, terrified to see it. And instead of supporting, papa whispered, “now, you know my suffering, that woman always wins!”

It made me even more discouraged to remember; mama always acted excessively.