The Light of Love Salma

Fried rice Made in Salma

Night has arrived, all activities are also finished, now Dance and Salma sit in the hall enjoying the breeze of the wind that blows.

"Salma," said Tari.

"What?" sahut Salma without changing his position looked up to the sky to see how bright and beautiful tonight.

"Don't you feel laper?" tanya Dance.

"What's wrong, why?" Salma asked back.

"I'm a really laper, I ate a little bit of rice with Abah," replied Tari.

"Sama" said Salma.

"How about we cook instant noodles or something important can eat." Usul Dance.

"Good idea, but where can we cook at this hour Dance?" Salma asked again.

Silent dance thinks of ways that she can cook and get food.

"Mbok Yem!" exciting Dance.

"Are you sure Mbok Yem doesn't sleep at this hour?" Salma hesitated a little after hearing the name Mbok Yem, the article is now nine o'clock more nights.

"If we don't try how can we know?" said Tari stood up from her pole while gesturing for Salma to follow her.

"You too, let's go!" Salma immediately stood up following the steps of Dance because she also felt hungry just like Tari.

Both of them walked to Mbok Yem's room which was not far from the canteen and tried to find the whereabouts of Mbok Yem.

"Assalamualaikum, Mbok Yem!" call Dance in a little loud voice.

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The door of the room opened, Mbok Yem was standing with the negligee he was wearing.

"What's up, Nduk?" ask Mbok Yem.

"Bok, I'm a laper, can I cook instant noodles or anything that can prop up our hungry stomachs?" tari said.

"Mbok, if for example we cook fried rice how? what can? or how much do we have to pay?" ask Salma.

"Specially for you free, if you want to cook directly cook! you know where the spices are and where to cook them" replied Mbok Yem.

"God, Mbok Yem is very good, thank you Mbok," said Tari with a happy expression, although he only got rice and fried tempe remaining rations of the santri for the afternoon, but Tari is so grateful to be able to get free food, usually if at home she will kasbon or owe first to the stall near her home if starving midnight and she does not have the money to buy it. Dance is a strong figure, since her Grandmother died she became independent more precisely forced to be independent because her parents no longer care about her, they are happy with their lives.

"Dance!" call Salma when you see an enthusiastic Dance to see the spices in place of special spices belonging to Mbok Yem.

"What?" sahut Tari momentarily stopped his activities looking for condiments for fried rice that he would make.

"How about we make fried onion rice?" salma Proposal.

When Ibu Salma was still alive, Salma was often made fried rice with onion seasoning in thin slices and chilies are also in thin slices, the flavor is simple, indeed, but it feels amazingly delicious because Ms. Salma made it with love.

"Onion fried rice how do you mean, Salma?" tanya Tari who does not understand the cuisine that Salma entered.

"You can see how to make it!" order Salma who immediately in action take the onion and some chilies also salt and micin as a flavoring.

Salma cooked the fried rice with the savory, onion-fried aroma filled the room, Salna continued to cook without caring about her surroundings.

"Alhamdulillah, ready too," said Salma then took a tray wide enough for a container of fried rice and brought it closer towards Tari.

"Are you sure fried rice like this is delicious?" tanya Tari with a doubtful look looked at the fried rice that was now in front of her, the appearance of fried rice made by Salma is less convincing because the rice color is still the same white there are only a few slices of onion and cayenne pepper scattered mixed into one in the rice.

"Try first! just a comment," said Salma walked to the cutlery storage to pick up a spoon.

Dance smiled sweetly towards Salma trying to melt her heart, Dance is foreign to the onion fried rice made by Salma even though he used to stay and live in the house of Salma but even though he never saw Salma and his mother cooked the same fried rice as fried rice cooked in Salma today. Because the mother used to cook it when Salma was hungry in the middle of the night.

"Hmmm," one mouthful managed to land beautifully in the mouth of Tari, although initially Tari felt hesitant but after feeling the pleasure of fried rice onion made by Salma.

"How does it feel?" salma asked enthusiastically while looking closely at Tari who now returned to feed the fried rice into her mouth.

"Emmm," said Tari again feed a spoon of rice into his mouth while showing two thumbs towards Salma which means Salma cuisine feels good.

"That's just using ngehina earlier, after knowing it feels like aja directly ravenous, like people are afraid not to be part of it," said Salma.

"Already, if you still want to nag me and fried rice, too," said Tari while continuing to eat without caring about her surroundings.