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Bizarre Cuisine

Today, Hira woke me up, early in the morning. Ask to be sent to the market. He said he wanted to cook a puff of bearded fish.

"Wouh wants dong. It must be delicious pepesnya," I said.

"Yuk to the market I intercede," I said excitedly.

"Yuk. That's why I asked you to come, baby," he said spoiledly.

Although still sleepy and half conscious, I rushed to piggyback him to the market.

"I'm not following ya, in the parking lot, while sleeping," I said.

"OK on it's okay. I just for a moment, just buy bengol fish the same buy seasonings and leaves," he said directly into the market.

While waiting for him to shop, I slept on the bike.

Hira has not had time to enjoy sleeping on the bike, Hira has come out of the market.

"Yuk," he said, and he went straight up to my bollard.

Until he was finished, he immediately worked on his cooking plan.

As for me, back to the room, continuing the struggle of exploring dreams. Huhahaha!

***

Warm breath touching my cheek. A friendly whisper in my ear, it sounded beautiful as she woke me up.

"Honey. Wakes up. I'm done cooking the pepes," said Hira whispering warmly in my ear.

I squirm, still yawning sleepily. The wall clock shows the number ten.

Today, the last day of slacking off. Monday tomorrow, we're at work.

I tried to get up because Hira whispered in my ear several times.

"Wake up baby.., make breakfast" he said as he stroked my head.

I rushed to shower. If you go straight to the dining table, it feels unethical. "So people are really dirty. Wake up, eat." I said talk to myself.

But, it seems like Hira doesn't care about that. I want to slob what not. The proof, I still stink jigong, kissed him, stroked! Ahahahaha!

To him, I might be king. Waking up to sleep is told to eat.

I moistened my body with water from the bathroom faucet. Seger tastes. For a second, the drowsiness that is still struggling, disappears.

I rushed to the dining table. Because from earlier I have swallowed my saliva many times, imagining the pepes made by Hira which is sure, it feels jos!

At the dinner table, only rice and fried tempeh are available.

"Pepesnya where dear," asked me while observing the contents of the dining table. Because I haven't found the pepes.

"This," he said while putting teflon containing bengol fish food with all his trinkets.

Hmmmm. Weak to see the shape of the food. Kayak is not pepes. I don't know what his name is I don't know. Because, he did not wrap his pepes with banana leaves.

I'm trying to make no comment about that pepes. I'm confused myself. The name pepes is wrapped in banana leaves. Why is he cooking weird.

The fish just got whole. Keep being told the same tempe sliced dice. There was a little vegetable, plus carrots.

Oh my God, what is this cooking? Pepes' cooking is weird. Once I tasted, it felt really strange.

There is a taste of ginger and cinnamon.

"Oh my God, don't throw up after eating this food" I murmured.

Had been hungry, stomach rumbling. Now I'm full. I don't even want to eat it.

I hope he's not offended when I don't touch that dish much.

A lot of prank about the banana leaves that he had bought.

"Make the food goosebumps" he replied.

"O. That way. Did you buy the cassava, huh?" tanyaku.

"Udah. Later, I will make. Mas stay maem," he said promise me.

"Don't you love the pepes?" ask him to me.

"Eenaaakkkk," I said lying. Because I'm not happy, I just don't want to, the peaceful atmosphere turns into chaos. Lying for the good, what a harm! Hahahahahahahahah!

Before long I wanted to smoke on the porch. I want to reflect. What is my destiny to have a wife like. Not as beautiful as I imagined.

Beautiful, kind, good at cooking. I like to dress up, and not to be fussy.

Hmmmmmmm. Looks like the criteria of such a wife, only in the romance story of the picisan!

Astagfirullahhaladzim says. Why do I complain about the fate of my partner's wife. This means that I cannot accept with chest space, what is the provision.

Grateful, I am not given the fate of being a virgin or single for life. If you are single for life, you can't be petted dong!

After the strange pepes, the stone lemets.

I don't know, why the glue made him, hard. Where it doesn't feel clear. Time yes lemon given ginger.

He said, given ginger, to ward off corona. Duh wrestling! Ginger mixed into the cake.

As far as I know, the cake mix is not strange. Cassava, coconut, brown sugar. If added with jackfruit, may. Surely guaranteed delicious.

Well if mixed with ginger, I just this time felt a strange lemon cake. Fate, he made a cake, nothing fits on my tongue.

My cake I ate a pack. My reason, is full. You see, if I follow the maem cake, my tongue will definitely protest.

"If the cake does not run out, I share it with the neighbors, yes" he said.

I was surprised to hear his statement. "Wad. What the neighbors say, food tastes like that!"

I had to find a way. I told you that Subandi must have been hooked with that lemonade cake.

"Here I love Subandi, honey. She must have loved the cake" I told her.

Here, I do it to avoid talking to neighbors. They will definitely say that my wife is not good at cooking, not good at this, that is. The cake should not fall into the hands of neighbors.

"If it had fallen into the hands of a neighbor, it could have fallen in my pride," I murmured with worry.

"Oh Subandi likes it Mas, same lemonade cake," asked Hira wanted to make sure.

"Yes, he likes it" I replied convincingly.

"Later, let me take you to his house, out of Maghrib," I said again.

Hira also agreed what I proposed. Hmmmm....Relieved it. Plan, the cake wants me to throw it in the trash, rather than fall into the hands of a neighbor.

I'm tired of thinking about that. Why Hira does not want to learn from youtube, make the pepes cook.

Usually, young mothers, always use youtube, to try the recipes they want to make.

Well Hira, he, learn to pepes from whom, how does it feel like. O God, give me strength, face your trials as I am now.

How not, one by one my household problems, present in plain sight. Only tough men like me can face those trials.

My principle, if you think about it, can be stressful. So mending brought happy.

***

When the time came, I had to take the cake to Subandi. But, there's no way I'm actually going to take her home. I don't want that cake. Especially someone else?!

Mama, I used to teach you, if you give food to people, it must be good.

"Le, if you give food to people, don't be ugly. If we don't want to eat, and feel it's not worth eating, don't give it to people. Mending throw away," Mama's message at that time, like to advise me.(connect)