Take Off Yourself

Special Fried Rice

Hanafi, blink his eyeballs. Wall clock shows at 3 am. Looking to the side, looking at his wife's pretty face.

"Honey, wake! Baby,". Hanafi, woke up his sleeping wife.

"Uughh....What's up, mas?". Yasmin asked, who still closed her eyes.

"I'm hungry, baby. Want to eat,". Hanafi's whine, into his wife's arms. For some reason, suddenly he felt very hungry? It comes to mind about fried rice, but made by his father-in-law.

"Hungry? What time is it?". Yasmin, rounded her eyes perfectly. The wall clock showed at 3am, he patted her on the forehead. "What do you want to eat, gold? Let me cook it". Yasmin asked, peeping at her husband.

"Fried rice, but salted fish. The one your mother bought, this afternoon. That fried rice, made by your father". Hanafi replied, smiling sweetly.

"Astagfirullah, are you right? It's what time you try, you and mom are still sleeping. Let me cook yah, not good with my parents". Yasmin, shook her head.

Hanafi, instantly changed his sour face and turned his back on his wife. It really made Yasmin, confused by her husband's attitude. Like a child, being sulky because it can't be what it wants.

"All right, I'll call mom first". Yasmin, defeat it. "Don't be angry, ma'am". Pinta Yasmin, gently stroking her husband's head.

"Hmmm....Don't lie". Hanafi replied, start smiling.

Yasmin, get out of bed and pick up her phone.

Several times Yasmin, contacted her mother. Finally answered too, even then the expression on her husband's face began to turn sour.

"Assynhdreams,bu. Sorry, I woke up mom". Yasmin said, it was uncomfortable to bother her parents.

(Wa'alaikum salam, son. No papa, tumben called at this hour. What's the matter, baby, you're okay, right?) The voice of Aminah ma'am, a little worried about her son.

"Alhamdulillah, no why. Look ma'am, Mas Hanafi wants to eat fried rice and salted fish. Laper said,bu". Yasmin replied, biting her finger.

(Oh, don't tell me Hanafi wants to be in the father's masakin). Guess Aminah ma'am, straight away.

"Hehehe....Yes,bu". Yasmin replied, grinning.

(Okay, mom woke up first. Don't tell me, you guys are here. God willing, your father will cook special fried rice for his ex).

"alright, mom. Thank you very much, assalamualaikum". Yasmin said, sighing in relief because the mother would.

(Wa'alaikum salam, mother hang up). Aminah ma'am, immediately disconnect the call of her son.

"Alhamdulillah, I want to persuade you. Come on, we're getting ready to go to my parents' house". Yasmin, approaching her smiling husband.

"Thank you, honey". Hanafi, kiss his wife's lips.

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"Back up, sir! Wake up!". Aminah, built her husband.

"Hmmmmm....What's up, mom? Tumben once woke up the father,". Jamal asked, closing his eyes.

"Sir, don't sleep dong! Wake spouts, father!". Aminah ma'am, keep shaking her husband's arm.

"What's up, mom? What time is it now? It's not dawn yet". Finally, Jamal sat down and opened his eyes.

"You need some fried rice masakin, some salted fish". Replied Aminah ma'am, suddenly Jamal glared at his eyes.

"What, mom? Astagfirullah, 3 o'clock in the morning". Mr. Jamal, pat him on the forehead and drop his body on the bed.

"Astagfirullah, why be a difficult father? Huu....Huo....What else, Hanafi boy's request. Time must follow its will,". Jamal's grouse, with a giant step towards the kitchen.

"Wisdom, sir. Don't complain about everything, who wants to have a ghost son of Hanafi who? mr. Kan, accept with a chest. Quickly cook sir, for the sake of our grandchildren. Not always go here, though,". Ms. Aminah, clucking upset with her husband.

"Aargh....I am also the one who is difficult, very lucky to survive not cravings all sorts. Now the other daughter-in-law, the same quality in-law.love to ask masakin, this and that". Jamal's grouse, wash his face.

"Don't forget, there are many. Usually Yasmin, eat as well. Our children are healthy, our grandchildren are healthy too". Ms. Aminah, help prepare the ingredients.

"Hoaammmmhaha... Sleepy heavy mom, no papa. It's the hour you asked for in masakin,duhhhh...Ghosts, what sins am I God". Mr. Jamal, shakes his head.

"Don't complain sir, still good for cooking. Want, son Hanafi tell you to fish in the river at night like this? Want,pak". Ask Aminah ma'am, nagging her husband.

"Yahhhhhhhhhh.. Don't-don't ma'am, can cold shiver father". Mr. Jamal, shudder in horror.

The sound of knocking on the door of the house, heard by Aminah ma'am. Looks like his son and daughter-in-law have arrived.

Ms. Aminah, rushed straight to the door of the house. To welcome their arrival, and to open the door.

Mr. Jamal, kneading fried rice seasoning and do not forget to fry salted fish. "Hami yesterday Yasmin and Hanafi, it's okay. Pregnant now, why am I affected? Who's pregnant, who's pregnant? Duh.... This is the sacrifice of the grandfather, for the sake of his grandson".

There was a faint sound of them, heading towards the kitchen. The smell of salted fish, everywhere. Even the next door neighbor's house, the smell of Sanga dahysat.

Hanafi stomach, thrashing to fill. It even sounded, heard by his wife and in-laws. He was timid, because he was found to be very hungry.

"Thank you a lot, sir. Want some fried rice, for me". Hanafi said, the grin of horses.

"Hmmm....Satisfied to see your father-in-law, cook. Kaya sahur aja,". Jamal said, still stirring his fried rice.

"Sorry, sir. It's been a hassle for you, Yasmin, so it's bad. But laper, too, smelled the scent". Yasmin's nagging, smile.

"Hmmm... Whatever you're going to be, lasalin Yasmin. As long as you're healthy and your granddaughter, father,". Mr. Jamal, already cooked his fried rice.

Yasmin, directly prepare the fried rice and put it onto the plate. Then give it to her husband.

Yasmin, too, ate with her husband. "Eat mom,".

"Eat a lot, son". Ms. Aminah, it's nice for her son to eat voraciously.

Mr. Jamal, sit back and enjoy a cup of hot coffee. Don't forget to chat with his ex, usual work problems.

After the meal, Yasmin and her husband did not return home. They'll be staying at his parents' house, Yasmin.

Azan dawn reverberated, they all prayed together. Mr. Jamal and Hanafi, suddenly lazy to go to the mosque. What else was the rain starting to fall, the chill entered their skin.

After the prayers, Yasmin and her mother made a cake to enjoy together.

Lestari, the sister-in-law helped them. There was a laugh together, full of family harmony.

"Your situation has improved, son? Time to get off work,". Ask Mr. Jamal, to his son-in-law.

"Long time off, sir. It's not good not to go down, you want to check the oil palm plantation". Hanafi replied, his body has started to improve not as weak as a few days ago.

The wife's pregnancy left her unable to do anything. He felt his body weak and weak. It's best to lay her body on the bed, and then sleep.