Take Off Yourself

The Chicken Jago

Ueekk....Ueekk....

Hanafi, immediately vomited when he entered the village chief's office and smelled the pungent scent of perfume.

"Damn it, who the hell? Who uses perfume smells bad,". Hanafi grouse, wash his mouth."Jo's....Jo..!".

"eeee...Yes,pak kades! What's up, calling?". Ask Jo, approaching immediately.

"Govern all the village chief office workers, tomorrow no one uses perfume. I can't stand it, vomiting. Tell them to go back to their homes and change their clothes again. Don't forget, tell them to come back". Hanafi's orders, with a sharp look.

"Good,pak kades. I will do it,". Jo replied, leaving immediately.

"Aargh.... Until when I was tormented like this, wanting to eat whatever my stomach always refused. Gotta cook the father-in-law, just received the stomach". Gerrutu Hanafi, the medicine given to him is not effective at all.

Again, Mr. Jamal, cook food for his daughter-in-law. If not cooked, Hanafi could not eat and his body grew weak.

Yasmin, however, would like to eat anything. No problem, just stay as usual. Sometimes Yasmin, she smiles. Because the husband was tormented, over the pregnancy.

"Sir kades, I have said. Those who wear perfume, go home". Said Jo, smiling.

"Then, did you ask them to come back here again?". Hanafi asked, Jo usually forgets.

"Waduh...Gawat sir, I forgot to say it". Jo, pat her on the forehead. "just give it a chance, sir, they're so happy to get the news home".

"Y...!Don't want to know, tell them to come back and change their clothes". Shouted Hanafi, as loud as possible. Lately, Hanafi is often emotional to his men.

"Yes,pak kades". Jo replied, leaving the Hanafi workspace immediately. "Dw....Mr. kades, it's turning spooky. It was not like this, do not be affected by the pregnancy of his wife. Kasian once, Mr. Kades, got his karma. Hihihi....". Jo's mumbling.

"Huu.... It's so annoying, what's this? There's coffee on my desk, I told you I didn't want to". Hanafi, throw away the coffee. It feels nauseous to smell coffee, if not made by his wife or father-in-law.

[Honey, lunch please masakin opor chicken. But, your father cooked].

Pinta Hanafi, send WhatsApp message to his wife. He dared to ask directly, to his father-in-law. Surely asking for help to the wife, it is certainly agreed.

[But, lay the village well. Let your father slaughter his chicken].

Pinta Hanafi, sweet smile. Just imagine, he was starving.

[Yes, mas. Hopefully, you will].

Yasmin replied, shaking her head. Again the husband, trouble his father.

[But, ma'am pak Ali].

Yasmin's eyes, perfectly rounded reading her husband's request. As far as Yasmin is concerned, Mr. Ali's chicken is his favorite.

[Astagfirullah,mas. That's his favorite chicken, Pak Ali. Where it may be slaughtered, others. The meat is very thick,].

Apparently Hanafi, he seemed disappointed with the reply of his wife.

[Don't want to know, ma'am pak Ali. If not, I don't want to eat. In the village chief's office, I vomited. If you don't believe me, ask them here. Your mother, she has her chicken prestige there. Surely the meat is not alot anymore, even tender].

Yasmin, frown. The husband suddenly changed like a child, when his wish was not granted. She knew her husband was vomiting and not eating. His body will be limp, again infusion in his hands.

[Okay, I tried to talk to my mom and dad].

Yasmin replied, with resignation. Hopefully his father, obey the will of the favorite son-in-law.

[Alright, dear. Thanks for granting my wish, love a palm for you].

Yasmin, he breathed heavily and immediately went to her parents' house. "Huh..! Mas,mas, there must be a troublesome someone else".

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"Definitely want Hanafi, would you like to be in Masakin yah father?". Guess lestari, crybaby.

"What else, son. Just the cuisine of Mr. Doang, which can be eaten Hanafi. Fortunately, my favorite daughter-in-law must have been followed". The snickering of Aminah, smiling.

"Hehehe.....Just aja,". Yasmin, cengennesan.

"Then, what is your husband?". Ask Mr. Jamal, whatever diligently do the task ordered by his son-in-law.

"You're in masakin opor ayam, pak". Yasmin replied, hanging her words first. It's impossible to tell him who he is.

"Oh, cook chicken opor. That's easy,". Jamal sir, smile sumringah.

"But, you village sir. The rooster's Ali, sir,". Yasmin, cengengesan.

Byuuurr....

Uhukkc....Uhuukks

Mr. Jamal, immediately choked because he heard his son's words. Coffee water in his mouth, wet his wife's shirt.

"What's? The rooster is pak Ali". Jamal said, half shouting.

"Mr, wet my shirt". The gerrutu bu Aminah. "Taste it, fulfill your favorite daughter-in-law's wishes". I go and want to change clothes.

"Yes,pak. If you don't want to, eat he said. What's more in the village chief's office, Hanafi's puking. Don't know why, sir". Yasmin said, putting on her sad face.

"Allahuakbar....!". Jamal sir, rubbed his face violently. "You know how Mr. Ali loved his rooster so much. Wherever it is taken, where it wants its chicken slaughtered. Price, no problem for me. The problem is Mr. Ali, you don't want to sell the chicken".

"But it's not his fault sir asked first". Pinta Yasmin, whining.

"According to sir, want our granddaughter to be ileran later. Tell me, if your son-in-law ngidam. Must want Ali sir, try there". The order of the wife, who was taken by her husband.

"Okay, you ask first. Mumpung pak Ali, he's at home. Must be spoiled with his rooster,". Mr. Jamal, go and head for Mr. Ali's house. Just use a few houses, straight up.

On the terrace of the house, seen the wife of Mr. Ali sweeping the floor. "There's Ali sir, ma'am". Ask Mr. Jamal, directly told to the backyard.

"E'dmmm...". Mr. Jamal, reprimanding Mr. Ali and his close friends.

"eeee...Mr. Jamal, tumben came here once. What's the matter,hemmm..?". Ask Mr. Ali, while feeding his rooster.

"Sir Ali, I have something important with you. This is very important,". Mr. Jamal, feel uncomfortable with his friend.

"It matters? Tell me what, don't make your friend curious". Ali's chuckle, sitting next to Jamal sir.

"Sir Ali, my daughter-in-law is craving and asking weirdly". Mr. Jamal said, start the pleasantries.

"Oh, Pak kades well.tasian once she, tormented with her pregnancy. Back then, there was important business to the village chief's office. Her face was pale, the smell of perfume was vomiting". Ali's chuckle. "Patience well, whatever your son-in-law wants. It must be followed by his will, he said".

"That's exactly it, Pak Ali. My son-in-law asked for a rooster's opor, but the rooster was Ali's. Tuh, that one". Point Jamal sir, toward his friend's favorite rooster.

"Allahuakbar, Jamal's father!". Mr. Ali, I'm surprised to hear that. Where possible chicken jago, slaughtered and cooked chicken opor.

"I don't agree, Jamal, my chicken is a victim".

"How else, sir. This is my son-in-law who craves, said Mr. Ali must be followed". Mr. Jamal's face, immediately turned sad.

Glekk...

Mr. Ali, looking at the chicken and cut into pieces. Then, it turns into chicken opor. "Youngpam.....!". Mr. Ali's dance, blaring.