The Love of Alenna

Chapter 54

Vero's smile implies meaning. Focus is given to Alenna. The implied message that had just been spoken, successfully made Alenna's heart jump. Not because of the pounding, but because of the scuffling.

You can wait for me to be a widow. Just as you are ngedoain Mas Rangga who is not. Basic Vero! Inner Alenna exclaimed.

Alenna was unable to retaliate let alone forcefully reply. Truly Alenna did not want to provoke war said in Rangga's shophouse. As a result, Alenna was only able to harbor her regret while watching Vero and Andin side by side step towards the car they were driving. However, Rangga who had begun to be sensitive with anxiety and the mood of the wife was quick to ask.

“Something happened?” rangga asked as soon as Vero's car drove.

“Not really there, Mas.”

“Don't lie to me, Darling.”

Alenna looked up and grabbed Rangga's hand.

“Better we go home now, yes. I want something for Mas Rangga.”

“Alright, come!”

Rangga. Didn't want to force Alenna to tell a story. Not that Rangga has given up. It's just that Rangga was looking for the right time to make Alenna more open to him.

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Alenna can only cook for Rangga at seven past ten nights. The reason is simple, Rangga asked Alenna for a deposit of memorization of the letter that has been so long ignored due to weakening faith and error. As a wife who has returned to commit to be loyal and obedient to her husband, Alenna also obeyed. What is commanded is a kindness that is certainly good for yourself.

“Haaakjim!” Rangga sneezing.

“Sorry, Mom. Just a minute,” exclaimed Alenna from the kitchen.

“What cooking is it, Darling?”

“The Pedes-pedes, Mas.”

“You're craving again, huh? Not many cabins. Stomach pain, you know.” Rangga approached Alenna while peeking at what was being cooked by her.

Alenna did not understand, just her own smile. Continued his agile movement stirring a mixture of carrots, mustard, sausages, and slices of red chili

“Mas Rangga please bring rice with you the same plate, yes. I want this first on the table.”

“Mas help make you warm tea first, yes.”

“Iya I forgot, Mas. The scroll a little. Oh yes, the crackers.”

Alenna almost forgot Rangga's favorite cracker. Every time you eat together with Alenna's cooking, Rangga never forgets crackers as a companion to his food.

“I take it for you, yes Darling.”

Rangga was ready to take the rice coils, but Alenna took over first.

“Kok so Mas Rangga anyway who took. It should be me, Mom. Let my price be more abundant because it serves Mas Rangga.”

“Good. Please bring enough rice and side dishes yes.” Rangga smiled kindly, letting Alenna serve him.

Alenna's beautiful face is more beautiful because of the sincerity of serving her husband. That is how Rangga feels. The love in her heart grew. The test of loyalty that had stretched the bonds of love, apparently did not dampen Rangga's intention to be more loyal to Alenna.

Rangga was ready to feed a spoonful of rice and side dishes to his mouth. However, he stopped seeing Alenna just taking the rice.

“Kok do not take oseng as side dishes?” ask Rangga.

“Suddenly I do not like the spicy, Mas.”

“Well, why did you cook spicy oseng?”

“I want to see Mas Rangga eat spicy to dry.”

“Wow! What do you eat, honey? Yesterday meal use rice doang.”

Alenna thought again. What Rangga said was true. There's no way Alenna's just eating rice. Especially now in his womb there are candidates for their hearts. Alenna must be in desperate need of more nutrients for her good.

“Sama side dish egg just aja, Mas.”

“Good. I made the egg block. You sit sweetly here,” Rangga's orders.

Alenna was about to prevent it, but Rangga again spoiled her. Tell him to sit sweet while enjoying his warm tea.

While waiting for Rangga to make egg claps for the side dish, Alenna noticed the spicy oseng that was served. Suddenly Alenna was curious, why suddenly lost the appetite for spicy food. Even though before this he really likes spicy snacks.

“It feels like I just want to see Mas Rangga who eats spicy. But ... try icing first!”

“Huueeeek!” Alenna nausea.

“Darling, you why?”

Rangga ran over to Alenna. Until we forget there are eggs that are being fried by him. As soon as Rangga took Alenna a glass of water to drink, a typical smell of egg scorch.

“Mas Ranggaaaa!” alenna said as soon as she saw smoke from her kitchen.

“Astaghfirullaah!”

Rangga rushed to the kitchen and turned off the stove fire. Seen frying pan and egg ceplok already charred.

“Em .. I'm fine, Mas. Eating rice with crackers seems to be delicious.” Alenna encouraged Rangga.

“No-no. You wait here for a while let me buy you fried rice in front.” Rangga insisted.

“Alright, Mas. Wear a plump egg, Em. One is spicy, the other is not spicy. The spicy one is packed with rubber one which is yellow. The non-spicy one is packed with three rubber, but the red one.”

Rangga spontaneously gawked after hearing Alenna's unusual request.

“Tum-ben?” Rangga hesitated to ask.

“Tumben what the hell, Mas?”

“Tumben your request so weird gini?”

“Privately. I don't think anything is strange. Beliin yes Mas. Don't forget the eggs are the same color rubber. Remember yes, Mama. The spicy rubber one, which is not spicy rubber ten.”

“Loh? How about ten? Not three, huh?”

“Iihh. That was it, Mas. Now it wants ten. Well-groomed yes, Mas. Let the fried rice rubber order eye catching.”

Rangga gulped. Suddenly Rangga remembered the message of the mother to obey Alenna's wishes immediately.

Maybe my son will be the ideal to be an architect, to care about the layout, even though it's the layout of fried rice rubber, anyway. If not an architect, it might be an environmentalist or a rubber band businessperson. Inner Rangga.

“Mas Rangga really bengong?"

"No, really. Buy it first."

Rangga rushed to the usual fried rice man in front of his apartment. Murat Rangga's face looked happy because there was no queue there.

"Fried rice 2 packs, Mas!" rangga said along with another man.

"Well, Vero! You buy fried rice here too?" Rangga did not suspect.

"Yes. Andin asked to buy fried rice in front of this apartment, "I'm Vero.

Rangga allowed in his heart. As far as Rangga is concerned, Andin does like the taste of fried rice in front of his apartment.

"Good night, Mr. Rangga, Mr. Vero!" greet Satria.

"Loh, Satria. Want to buy some fried rice, too?" It is the person who asks.

"That's right, sir. Mily wants to eat fried rice. While I only know the fried rice seller in front of Miss Alenna's apartment. So I just come straight here. Not expecting to meet Mr. Rangga and Mr. Vero who also both buy fried rice for women," said Rangga. "It feels like a love bond ." added Satria.

Rangga and Vero compactly frowned because they did not understand Satria's sentence about the bond of love. Despite failing to understand, Vero and Rangga both choose to ignore.

"Who's this first, Bang?" ask the seller.

Vero and Satria compactly pointed at Rangga. Not wasting a chance, Rangga also delivered the ordered fried rice.

"Back fried rice, Mas. One is spicy, the other is not spicy. Sorry first before, the spicy one with a yellow rubber band. Continue the non-spicy diraketi ten with the arrangement of ekecing wear rubber bands red color. Oya, each fried rice added a ceplok egg as well, yes Mas! Don't forget the ekecing, Mas!"

After Rangga mentioned the order, the fried rice merchant spontaneously looked at Rangga in surprise. Vero and Satria were also surprised by Rangga's order. Moreover, the word ekecing mentioned by Rangga is not at all English, but it sounds medhok java.

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