The Hugger Heart

GAIN VICTORY

'Today there is the final ceremony of the exhibition, the announcement of the winners will be announced at this event. Doain yah' wrote my husband in his online message.

Our communication for the last 9 days is only through online only. The children were very enthusiastic as we Videocall and his father showed some of the unique and historical sights in Azerbaijan, while explaining the name of the building, the name of the painting plastered on the wall and some of the past heritage fortifications that are still quite well maintained.

Every day my husband sends me pictures of the food he eats. Starting from the breakfast menu with hard bread, milk and butter adjacent to the local dish that is only photographed without wanting to be touched by my husband because it looks a bit strange and seems inedible. A dish that is similar to Green Bean porridge, but eaten with yogurt, not coconut milk. And it does not seem to be green beans, just similar to green beans.

The photo of lunch with a cuscus that is similar to rice but more round and flattened, but there is a distinct distinctive smell, a kebab snack that is different in taste with Indonesian-style kebabs, more meat and no onions, just colorful sauces, floral scented tea served by a new friend, a small restaurant owner near the exhibition site as well as photos of enthusiastic visitors looking on, ask until scrambling to buy exhibition products that are brought and displayed.

'Yesterday Mr. Edward came with the other judges. Hopefully he is happy, he seems satisfied. Because all the jurors who ask can I answer and explain at length. They also smile and nod whenever Dad finishes explaining, ' my husband said in his voicecall.

'Alhamdulillah, what product made them most curious, Dad?' aska I want to know.

'Turf Purun, they asked a lot about the process until they asked to be taught to weave. If their rattan is familiar enough. But they are enthusiastic as well, because usually only able to buy rattan if they travel to East Asia and difficult to carry on the plane. That's why they love gini exhibitions. Yes until that rebut said my husband while laughing lightly.

Ahh..Thank God you want to finish the show. Because this is the longest period we have been apart. When we were working, we separated for at least three days. If the show is sequential, usually at the end of the year, even then only 6-7 days. Heavy also turned out to be separated for a long time gini. Not only tired of the miss, about the hassles of taking care of children alone is no less tiring.

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'And for second position categories of craft and weaving.....Mr. Edo Handoyo from Indonesia!' in unison all the participants clapped their hands and turned their eyes towards Edo who was walking from his sitting position at one of the attendees table towards the main stage with his trademark friendly smile.

The photo session and the awarding of the trophy along with the prize money in sequence were done with Mr. Edward, always the chairman of the association of this exhibition, and several other jury representatives.

Not long ago, the name of Mr. Iwan was also referred to as the first champion for a different category. Mr. Edward specifically asked to take pictures with Edo and Pak Iwan, two emissaries from Indonesia who won the exhibition competition this time.

'I really love your bags, Mr. Edo, it's so beautiful, made from what?' ask Mr. Edward who forgot the name of the material made of woven bags that were competed by Edo at dinner with the whole team, participants and committee.

'Lepironia, in Indonesia we called it Mendong, and in my town it called Purun' Edo explained in simple English.

'Ahhh....Descendents. Okay I see. Lepironia is Purun' sahut Mr. Edward confirmed.

Edo, who had been tidying up since the afternoon, stayed only to tidy up a few items left and after finishing, he went to a small restaurant located near the exhibition site. Edo wants to meet Abdullah, the owner of the restaurant who becomes his new acquaintance. He wanted to give a rattan woven hat for mementos and bid farewell to Abdullah.

Abdullah has been to Indonesia several times, but has never been to Kalimantan. Abdullah loves the cuisine in Indonesia. He bought a lot of Indonesian specialties during his last visit a year ago. The unique menu that Abdullah likes in Indonesia is hodgepodge. He really likes his richly flavored beans.

Abdullah's restaurant is quite simple but slick. The menu offered includes simple and quite friendly. There are many choices of mutton, lamb and beef. With a blend of Egyptian and Middle Eastern styles ranging from the interior, dining utensils, to the food menu. Live music at Abdullah restaurant features a four-person musical instrument player in the corner of the room who will be immediately visible when entering the door of the restaurant.

Sometimes there are male singers who will perform and sing Turkish songs. In Azerbaijan, Turkish is the second language.

Edo did not find Abdullah in his restaurant. One of the servants Edo asked said that Abdullah had been going to the city since this afternoon. Finally, Edo could only leave his bread hat to the waiter. Waiting for him to return from the city was impossible, considering that he had to take a break and leave early in the morning to the airport tomorrow.

'God the day after we meet again, Daddy misses, ' my husband said shortly after arriving at the hotel and called me immediately.

'The same parents as children? His wife is missing too?' I said at the end of the phone.

'Most considered precisely the same wife' said my husband seduce.

'Ha.ha. Good night.sleep well and flight safe for tomorrow, see you at home' I ended the phone call online.

The time has shown at 1 am in Kalimantan. And in Azerbaijan just showed at 10 p.m.

I who had just woken up in the middle of the night got out of bed.

Ever since I started conceiving my first child, I became familiar with curfews. Because usually after Maghrib I'm already sleepy and exhausted. Usually I will fall asleep first and wake up around 10 or 11 pm. Completed the household chores I had delayed after Maghrib and would go back to sleep again when the clockwork began to show the numbers two or three. And it was my husband who used to accompany the children to sleep at night.

But when my husband is out of town and abroad right now, I have to endure the drowsiness until 8 p.m. Because I have to keep the children finish the Isya prayer first, accompany him to sleep and then I can sleep until 1 or 2 am to wake up again to prepare all the needs of the morning.

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