The He Is Abrisam (S1-S2)

(season 2) Part 47

“So who burned down the workshop was Gabriel?” re-question Adira as Abrisam recounts yesterday's incident.

Sam walked up to his wife with a glass of milk in hand.

“Yes, it was him and his two men. He deliberately made me bankrupt so you ask to separate and want to be with him.”

“Surely he also fired me from work after the workshop caught fire. Maybe to make our lives worse.”

This man nodded. He sat down near Dira. Sliding the milk glass in front of his wife.

“Diminum the milk first. Let the fat in your stomach get enough nutrition.”

Adira grabbed the milk glass in front of her. He then noticed Abrisam who was smearing bread with jam.

“You are no longer allergic to the smell of milk?” tanya Dira who is aware of Sam's syndrome is recovering.

The man in black shirt shook his head, “it seems to have healed completely.”

“Good dong. Then can dong kabulin my request?”

Sam stopped the activity, then turned to Dira.

“What do you want to ask for?”

“Buy me batagor bandung.”

“Oh that's ngampang. I'll buy it after work. One direction the same way back there is usually a sales batagor around.”

“N don't want that one. I want the one from Bandung. Original from Bandung.”

Abrisam to gape to hear it, “astaga who. Jakarta-Bandung is quite the distance. Not to mention I have to work and go home late in the afternoon. Batagor in Jakarta and Bandung. Later I look for deh who makes people sunda native to feel in Bandung.”

“No!” Dira whines by kicking the foot under the table until kicked Sam's leg, “aku want the one from Bandung original. This is your son's request!”

“Request baby is just weird,” murmured the young man.

“What did you say?”

Adira smiles. He stroked the stomach while talking to the child inside, “Dad want to buy you batagor dear. The patient is waiting for him.”

Sam could only sigh and resume the delayed breakfast.

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At nine o'clock in the evening Abrisam had just entered his housing complex. Due to traffic jams Sam slightly molesor. He hopes Adira is not angry because the order is too long arrived.

Sam just parked the bike and took off the helmet. The door of the house was opened by the wife.

“Darling, you were so old? Our son is waiting for his.

“Sorry, because when returning from Bandung to here it was jammed.” Sam explained by continuing to approach, “ini order adeknya.”

The man with a tired look gave a plastic bag containing the original batagor from Bandung. Dira looks happy by hugging Sam and saying thank you.

Together they enter the house. Dira immediately sat down and opened his food pack.

“Take a plate and spoon first dong dear.” Sam took off the bag, and sat down on the same couch.

“Nevent gone.” Dira smiles at Sam, “begini is enough.”

Sam noticed Dira sniffing the scent of Batagor that her husband had bought. The food is cold. Sam wasn't sure if the smell was still stinging.

“Nih.” Dira put batagor to the table, “habisin same you.”

Sam did not think it was just smelled the aroma alone, “not at the meal?”

“Indeed I told you to eat?”

Sam drowned himself in the sea of the Bermuda triangle. To disappear there. Abrisam realized the way Dira cravings turned out to be more difficult than his own way.

Now all he did was stroke the chest and plan to remove the bricks purchased from a distant place.

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