Take Off Yourself

For Grandson

A few days later, Hanafi had to routinely take his nausea-preventing medication. If it is not certain it will spit out its stomach contents, instantly weak.

"I don't have an appetite,". Hanafi said, wrestling spoiled with Yasmin.

"Then, what do you want to eat? Let me cook or buy, um". Yasmin asked, gently stroking her husband's hair.

"The ingredients are cassava leaves, a terasi cambel, the same fried catfish, but your father is masakin". Hanafi replied, making Yasmin surprised.

"eeee...Don't joke, can you cook? I did, never nyicipin father's cooking". Yasmin said, frowning.

"Well... I don't know why, I want to cook my dad. What's more lalapan cassava leaves, terasi sambel, the same catfish in the fry. Hot-hot again,behhh...Very tasty, darling. Pliss...I want to,". Hanafi, put on his sad face.

"Y-yes,mas. I called mom, used to. I'm afraid, Dad, there's no more". Yasmin replied, agreeing to her husband's request.

"OK, honey. Thanks a lot, dad". One sweet peck, landed on Yasmin's lips.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am, are you?". Ask Yasmin, by phone.

(Wa'alaikum salam, son. There is a father, again lazy to the cow pen. What's wrong?).

"Mom, this is Hanafi's request. Almost this afternoon, I haven't eaten ma'am. Lazy on the mattress, he said he wanted to cook the father. Masakin lalapan cassava leaves, terasi sambal catfish. So said mas Hanafi,bu".

(Waduh...That's your husband cravings, Yasmin. He must follow his will, he has. You guys come straight here, let me talk to your dad. Surely he will, because Hanafi is his favorite ghost and for the sake of his grandson).

"Thank you a lot, ma'am. We're going there, don't forget to cook a lot. Hehehe...I want to, too, mom". Yasmin's chuckle, smacking her smile.

(Okay, hurry up here. Mom, hang up the phone.Assalamualaikum, son).

"Wa'alaikum hail, ma'am". Yasmin replied, smiling at her husband.

"How, honey? Is, your father cooked for me". Hanafi asked, still putting on her sad face.

"Past want to, mas. After all, you're his favorite ghost. Come on, we're going there". Take Yasmin, go to her parents' house. Of course Hanafi, immediately agreed to the invitation of the wife.

Haha....Very old man, get an order from his favorite daughter-in-law. What is this, karma for dad? I used to insist, marry me with Hanafi mas. Inner Yasmin, the grin of a horse.

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"Sir, let's go home". Ms. Aminah, immediately looking for her husband to the stall with the granddaughter.

"Loh, why mom? Father, still want to go for a walk with a grandson". Reject Mr. Jamal, Tumben once his wife searches for him.

"There's a duty, for father. It's your beloved daughter-in-law's request, it's about noon. Hanafi boy, don't eat anything yet. He said he wanted to eat, but cook him". Said ma'am Aminah.

Mr. Jamal, silent for a moment and confused. "Well, why should you father? Anything, son Hanafi.In fact, would you like in masakin what anyway? It's okay, look at me calm down".

"Don't argue sir, for the sake of our grandson. It could be Hanafi boy, snidam. Want a grandson, ileran. Hmmmm...Cook easily, lalapan cassava leaves, sambal terasi, the same fried catfish. He said Yasmin, you too. Come on sir, for the sake of children and grandchildren". Aminah, begging her husband.

Mr. Jamal, took a deep breath and rubbed his chest. "Alright, my father asked for cassava leaves to buy the fish first. Duuh... There's-anything, my pregnant daughter, her husband cravings. But, I am also the one who is bothered and tired". Jamal's grouse, shakes his head.

"Whatever sincere sir, he said he wanted a grandson from a favorite ghost. It's been cleared, it's still muttering". Ms. Aminah, take her granddaughter home. "Feel that, sir. That karma, which forced Yasmin to marry Hanafi's son. Now your grandfather, get the results". She was Aminah, talking to her granddaughter.

"loh, why is your face so tangled sir? Usually shows an aura of happiness,". Ask Mr. Dodi.

"Well, that's what keeps me from getting excited. My man-time cravings to ask masakin with me, there's just. Hurry up, and they will pounce their mouths, for I am late, cooking for them". Pinta pak Jamal, sitting down.

"Wahh...Must be followed sir, fearing that later mister Jamal's grandson ileran ". Kekehnya sir Dodi, immediately get a flip throw.

"Hurry up, I'm going to Mbah Minu's place first. Buy cassava leaves, fresh in pickles so that it is more fresh. Puncakan well, do not forget to clean. Don't cut it into pieces". Pinta, Jamal sir, shouted loudly.

"Come,pak". Answer Mr. Dodi, directly. "That's it, old man. Feel Mr. Jamal, finally get the weakness of his favorite ghost.

Almost 1 hour passed, Jamal lightly brought the ingredients that were cooked.

Arrived home, warmly welcomed by his family. Hanafi was clearly seen, lying on the sofa and leaning on his wife.

"Fastly sir, Hanafi's son has drowned eating nothing. What to eat, must be in the vomit". Said Aminah, helping her husband.

"Sir, don't take it long. I'm laper too,". Yasmin said, smiling.

"Guests with children, equally make a scene. Yes, wait patiently". Answer Jamal, towards the kitchen.

Actually Yasmin, feel uncomfortable with her parents. What else this is the request of the husband, lucky his father immediately wanted.

Mr. Jamal, fight with his kitchen tools. The wife, just helped a little. Fear of the feeling he wanted his daughter-in-law, less fitting.

The smell of fried catfish, already smelled by Hanafi. "Duhh... It smells so good, what's the smell of the fire". Hanafi murmured, who could not wait to taste his father-in-law's cooking.

Mr. Jamal, he's picking up the sambal. The fish are still cooking, it is done with the cooking.

"Thank you so much, sir, you're cooking for my husband". Yasmin said, bringing her husband to the dinner table.

"Thank you a lot, sir. So not good,". Hanafi's keehnya, already drooling. His eyes were fixed on the terasi sambal and cassava shoots at the dining table.

"Together, what the hell isn't? Make your children and grandchildren,". Answer Jamal sir, bring the new catfish in the fry.

"Come, at first eat. Your father, has cooked a lot. Let's eat together". Ms. Aminah, put the rice directly on the plate.

"Mr, eat too. Laper's gonna be, uh, eating". Mr. Jamal, sitting next to his daughter-in-law.

"Hmmm....Very tasty,pak". Hanafi, praising his father-in-law's cooking. It was very good to eat the dishes served by him, Mr. Jamal, making others giggle laughing.

"Would you eat lestari? Come here together, let your son sleep". Take Mr. Jamal to his daughter-in-law.

"Thank you sir, just eat it later. Wait for Rizky, come". Lestari replied, I happened to be going to the kitchen for a drink.

"Pelan-gelan mas, do not rush to eat it. I'm not going to finish this meal". Yasmin said, pouring a drink at her husband.

Hanafi, who was hungry earlier. He ate hastily and sprains.