The Faithful Heart

Great Guest

The eyes of God and Joseph were wide-eyed as they entered the family room. Various kinds of traditional snacks have been arranged neatly on the table which should not be a dining table.

" What event is there? Why are there so many foods like this?" yusuf whispered towards the God.

" I don't know I don't know either. There may be an arisan event. But Hana never told me that she was going with my mother's side." replied the God by shivering his shoulders.

Both were made even more wide-eyed when his father emerged from the inside carrying a large tray that was also filled with traditional snacks made of agar as well as hongkue flour.

" What's the matter dad? Why are there so many such foods?" asked the Lord while helping his father put down the large tray.

" Dad doesn't know either. Once entered the house directly presented with this tray so that it is immediately taken to the living room." said Yusuf's father who did not know about the plan of the two beautiful women who are currently still working in the kitchen. Once at home Anton rushed into the house first leaving God and Joseph in the car but instead of getting a warm welcome from the wife was immediately asked to help bring a tray full of food sweet traditional.

The three of them looked at each other.

" Is there a thanksgiving or an arisan?" ask Joseph's father.

" I don't know. Hana and I didn't say anything about it. Let me ask you directly. Where is mom?"

" In the kitchen. Oh yes, please tell Mbok Mira to deliver a drink here." asked Yusuf's father.

" I'm all ice tea. He he." added Yusuf.

" Ck, you think I'm a cafe waiter. You take it for yourself and get it for Dad." cried God.

" Huffft sucks. Can't I get a ministry here once." - Joseph grumbled as he walked behind the gods into the kitchen.

" Mom what is this? Why _" the mouth of the God gaped at the state of the kitchen which was also filled with various traditional snacks.

" Dear you're home. Please take this to the living room."

" O you too, Joseph. Bring this to the living room." pinta Rani.

" Mom what the hell is this. Why are there so many foods like this? Will there be a celebration or a celebration?" ask God.

" He he's not like that. There is no celebration or thanksgiving. This is all..." Rani did not continue her speech even scratching her temple which suddenly felt itchy.

" This is all made by both of us" said Hana's mother with enthusiasm.

" This much?" ask Yusuf.

" He he was actually we didn't think it would be this much. I just asked Mbak Dina to teach me how to make some traditional snacks. But because we were too excited and preoccupation even so much. So we're putting it together like this."

" Who will eat this much?" god Protest.

" Of course you guys. We were tired of making all this this this morning. So now it's your turn to spend it." said Hana's mother lightly.

" Hurry up and take this snack forward. I still have to cook for dinner tonight."

" Do you still want to cook again? Then how is all this food?" prevent Gods.

" Dewa darling..... It's all snack. I haven't prepared the side dish for dinner yet. You forget yes if as much as you eat as long as you have not eaten rice, then you have not counted your meals. Be quick to bring it forward, Mbok Mira is preparing a drink for you."

" Right baby. You guys get out first. Don't bother us in the kitchen. Let us cook you some delicious food. And by the way you should change clothes first." added Rani.

God and Joseph could only agree with the words of the two women. They were forced to leave the kitchen carrying heavy loads in both hands.

After a while Hana's father came with a large cardboard box containing various kinds of cakes from his family's bakery. His wife told him after work to stop by the bakery and immediately rushed to his daughter-in-law's house for dinner. But who would have thought if today there are so many traditional snacks processed from cold hands along with beautiful besan.

" Mister Hasan, welcome." said Joseph's father to Hana's father.

" Mr Anton, how are you?" hana's father shook his hand.

" Thank you." Hana's father sat on the sofa next to Joseph's father.

" What is this, by the way? Why are there so many snacks like this? Is there a celebration or a thanksgiving?"

" No Dad, it's all made by Mom and Mom-in-law. They are too eager to cook. They are still cooking again." The gods appeared with a much fresher appearance. He approached his father-in-law and shook his hand.

This all? Then why did you tell me to bring a lot of cookies from the bakery? Huh.....

" Then you accompany your father-in-law first, God. I want to clean the body first." Joseph's father went to take a shower immediately.

" Mister Hasan, I'll stay a while. Please talk to the gods."

" Oh yes please Mr. Anton."

"Well, by the way, is that Dad?" The god pointed at the cardboard that his father-in-law had brought.

" Oh, this is a cake from our bakery. Looks like today we're really going to mukbang cakes and traditional snacks." chuckles Hana's father.

" Dad was right. Today we're gonna mukbang this whole thing. He he."

" Om, when's it coming?" yusuf asked, kissing Hana's father's hand.

" Just like that, kid. How are you, everything's fine, right?" reply Hana's father.

" All is well Om."

" Oh my God, where's Hana?"

" S....!!!" Lord Bari realized that from earlier he had not seen the figure of his wife.

You're right, where's Hana? I haven't seen him since. Isn't it usual that Hana's at home at this hour? I think there is something strange about this house.

" Dewa...?" hana's father's call returns the God to his consciousness.

" Yes Dad. I'll call him first. It's not usual that Hana hasn't come home yet." God began to try to contact his beloved wife's mobile number.

"Tuuutt..tuuutt..tuuutt.." God calls connected but no answer. The god tried to contact his wife back several times but the result still remained the same there was no reply.

Where's Hana? Why didn't he answer my call. Hopefully he's okay, he's not usually like this. God protect my wife everywhere.

" How about Wa?" ask Hana's father to get anxious.

" There's no answer to Dad."

" You better try to contact the school. I'll try to contact Laura who knows she's with him." Yusuf suggested.

" All right."

" Well God... Mas Dewa.." shouted Mr. Solih ran away from the front of the house.

" What's up Mr Solih? Why run like this?" asked the God astonished by the behavior of his house guards.

" Ahead there are many people. There were a lot of men in black suits getting down from the luxurious cars. Me-" said Mr. Solih was cut off by the presence of a man nearby.

" Hey my son. How are you?" ask the man in a heavy voice.

" Father?!!!" exclaim the God with wide eyes. She did not expect her father to be present in front of her.

" Hey dear." said a beautiful blonde woman walking gracefully into the house shortly after Russell.

" Mama Aleena?!!"

" Assalamualaikum" said Hana when entering the door of the house using a wheelchair. A nurse dressed woman pushed behind him.

"Darling...??!!! Are you okay?!!" the Lord approached his wife.