Sulastri's Struggle.

Chapter 52

"A little later, magrib Yah, we'd better go home," Arman moved from his seat. "Oh Allah, it doesn't feel like five hours have I been here" Arman shook his head. As soon as Arman remembered Lastri, he must have been waiting for him at home.

"Come, where'd your mom go?" asked Mr. Burhan spread his eyes as far as the eyes see the many pondoh salak trees that how to plant them neatly.

"Mom's gone home first. Well," Arman treaded the earth map barrier mound, onto the map one, moved to the other map, until he finally got home.

"So quiet Dad, Tri where are you?" ask Arman.

"Maybe Lastri is taking a shower" replied Mr. Burhan.

Arman searched Lastri for the living room, the living room, upstairs, but found nothing. Until finally Arman looking into two bathrooms but nil. Arman's last step into the kitchen.

Arman rounded his eyes in surprise, when Lastri was exhausted, and curled up on the kitchen mat between several basins containing food and cartons.

Arman immediately turned off the gas stove that was still burning and opened the lid of the dangdang turned out to be the contents of cooked rice.

Arman then opened 4 basins containing the dishes one by one. Arman then looked at his lover's face fixed, his heart slipping. Arman immediately concluded that the cook was all Lastri and it was definitely his mother.

Arman regretted why he had been on the plantation for too long because he had been talking to the workers at his father's estate.

Withholding anger, Arman immediately knocked on the door of the symbiotic room.

Checklots.

"Ep... Den Arman, what's up Den?" ask the symbok who just finished the shower.

"Who's cooking in the kitchen?" it was clearly an annoyed mimic on Arman's face

"A-annu Den," the bowed symbol squeezed his fingers.

Without continuing the question, Arman already knew from the symbiotic answer that did not dare to look into his eyes, of course, who cooked all that was pastri.

"Why doesn't Simbok help him?!" cecar Arman's.

"My-me..." Simbok wants to be honest but is afraid if Sulis is angry with him.

"Follow me Mbok," Arman lowered the tone of the voice.

"Yes Den" the symbol also follows Arman to the kitchen.

While Lastri in the kitchen opened his eyes. "Astagfirrullah. overslept," He squinted at the clock at 6. That means he slept for an hour.

Lastri turned his head the stove turned out to be turned off who did not know who was deadly. Think Tri.

As fast as lightning he moved. "Duh lest.bu Sulis had turned off the stove" he murmured.

Lastri then took a basket pouring rice into it he stirred and then lifted it onto the mat.

Lastri re-folded the cardboard. "Ah the show is still running out," Tri encouraged himself.

"Lastri. I'm sorry, I don't know if you're in trouble" Arman sat cross-legged in front of Lastri and tucked the cardboard and folded it up.

While the symbok also wants to help put food into the box that has been a few new Pastri pairs.

"Eh, no one helps, get out," Pastri panicked. He had worked half a day if it was discovered that Sulis ma'am there who helped him could fail completely.

"Graddle, Mas Arman, please come out," Tri repeated as Arman did not respond.

"Why Tri, people want to be helped, you are angry," Arman frowned.

"Geek! I don't know either" Tri clucked and pulled Arman's hand to stand up.

"Sana's out," Tri pushed Arman's body from behind.

"Simbok also out Mbok," Tri said after successfully expelling Arman.

"Mbok get out! Mbok happy, if I get angry at Sulis ma'am?" ask Tri then.

"Well Non," the symbol also relented out leaving Lastri.

"What's really going on, Mbok?" whispered Arman who was still staring at Tri from the keyhole.

"Em, look, sir," the symbol told me everything, the condition that Sulis was asked if Tri wanted to be his son-in-law.

"Mother's Path" said Arman as he passed leaving a symbol.

Tok tok tok tok

Arman knocked on his mother's room not long after, Sulis's mother popped her head off as she had just finished bathing.

"What did you do to my future wife, Mom?!" Arman actually wanted to be angry, but he tried to quell his anger

"What's? What is he saying to you?" ms. Sulis returned the question.

"He didn't say anything, Mom, I was just guessing, He was in a mess in the kitchen, but Arman didn't want to help. I think He must have been under pressure from Mom, until He was scared. Isn't it Mom?" Arman was still polite despite how she was the mother who gave birth.

"You are Ar! I'm just teaching my son-in-law" she wrote Sulis and went into the room.

"The pastry doesn't need to be taught, it can be anything, ma'am" Arman followed his mother.

"Yo wes is Ar, mendingan you are ready soon there is an event," ma'am Sulis diverted while looking in the mirror.

"There's event? What show is Mom?" Arman stared at Mrs Sulis from the reflection of the glass.

"Once again, I want to invite neighbor Ar, you yesterday will have proposed to Lastri, so want that thanks, let's know, if you are getting married soon." said Mrs Sulis.

"So... You bless us, ma'am?" Arman smiled looking at Mrs Sulis from the mirror.

"Yes hanging," replied Mrs Sulis making Arman smile, suddenly disappeared.

"Depending on what does that mean?" Arman sat in his parents' bed.

"Depending on the exam you gave to your future wife, did you pass? If He manages to finish the cooking that I'm assigned then you will get married soon" said Sulis.

"This mother wants to get married, really complicated, use all exam events," Arman restored her pushy hair.

"Arman no longer wants to budge, same Mother, if you do not approve do not have to use any requirements," Arman said and then out of the room of Sulis's mother.

"Huh! The child has no manners!" gerutu bu Sulis's.

While Arman looked in the kitchen there was no Lastri there. Arman looked at the box that had finished folding but not yet filled. "Yes Allah... Lastri," Arman felt guilty.

Arman left the kitchen to fetch water to perform the Maghrib prayer.

When he went to his room, he met with Lastri.

"Tri, have you prayed?" tanya Arman looked at Lastri who was carrying a face in the arm.

"Already," he replied as he passed by Arman.

"Well wait, where did you pray?" cecar Arman's.

"Under the stairs" Pastri immediately put the face in the backpack, then into the kitchen did not want to waste time. He immediately put the food in the box.

Exactly at seven o'clock all the cooking is done in the box. "Alhamdulillah... Oh God...." Tri then chirped in the kitchen mat. Lastri raised his head to look at the box that he had neatly arranged, indeed a hundred is not a lot of numbers, but the contents of the box are all complicated dishes that require a struggle.

Lastri then went out leaving the kitchen, took a towel inside the rangsel to clean the sticky growth.

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