The God of Heras and Herjules

Breakfasted

The sound of an alarm woke me from my dream. I threw my blanket in any direction. I'll take a shower, get dressed in school uniform and have breakfast. I had breakfast with my parents and my sister. This morning, we had a fried rice breakfast.

"Just fried rice, Ma?" tanyaku while staring at the wakul containing fried rice. My appetite was gone. It's not that I don't like fried rice. However, I know that mama is not good at making fried rice. Fried rice made by mama is not as good as fried rice that I usually buy in his stall Pak Suroso.

"Yes. Mama woke up a little bad. So, you do not have time to cook vegetables and side dishes," said mama while taking rice. I saw that my father and the Princess, my sister, had already started eating.

"Where are you going?" my many. Bi Anah is the maid in my house. He's been working at my house since I was a baby. We think of him as our own brother.

"Bi Anah is sick again," Mama replied after swallowing the rice first because she could not talk while chewing food.

"Let's eat later you're late for school," this time papa who spoke because I didn't go to breakfast.

"No appetite, Pa."

"Why? Mama's cooking is not good, is it?" ask papa while reaching for a glass of water in front of him.

I'm silent. I don't feel good to my mom if I answer "yes".

"try first. You don't think your food is bad before you try" said Mama.

"Yes, brother. Try a little. If it's not good, don't eat it" suggested the Princess. The rice on his plate was half.

Papa picked up the rice again because the rice on his plate was up.

"Thank you there, Lis. Papa used to eat only with salt and raw onions," he said.

"With raw onions? How's it feel?" many surprised.

"It feels good because papa's stomach is very hungry."

I started to feed the rice. I'm appalled. This fried rice tastes great.

"This fried rice is really a cooked mama?" my many.

"If not my mom, who else?" my mother asked back.

"Why, Brother?" ask the princess, then bribe the rice. That was the last shot.

"It feels so good as fried rice made by Mr. Suroso," I replied.

"Yes. Mama can now make good fried rice," said papa while wiping his lips with a tissue. Papa's done eating.

"Fried rice like this if sold must be sold. Where did my mom learn from?" ask again.

"Mama learned from Lu Tube," replied Mama as she stacked her dirty dishes, my sister and papa.

"Well, great mama!" my praise.

"Yes, who was it, dong. Mama...!" answer mom proud.

After breakfast, I asked my parents for permission to follow the Scouts. Breakfast was a good time to ask for permission because my parents were so busy. As an office employee, my parents often worked through the night.

"Pa, Ma, Lisa wants to join the scout activities" I said.

"When?" ask papa.

"Front month."