The Love of the Duda

TCSD 142: Around the City

"Mas.... Why did you not find Kliwon Pak chicken noodles as well? Our son is so hungry, my mother!"

Riding his private car, Dewa and his wife since two o'clock this afternoon drove around the city, looking for a chicken noodle shop. In this city many sell chicken noodles but until five in the afternoon, chicken noodles Pak Kliwon as desired by the wife has not been found. The gods have almost given up. But in the name of the love he offered for his wife and his future son, the almost four-headed man remained eagerly along every street and every corner of the city. Just to find a chicken noodle shop whose owner is named Pak Kliwon.

God stopped the car. He put his eyes on the face of the wife who looked a little upset. Until now God still can not understand if you are craving, a strange desire like this is whose desire? Son-to-be? Or the wife? Yes, if it is the desire of the child, the child can know the name Kliwon from where? His father's name alone he did not know. It's very difficult to be logical.

"Darling, we'll just change the name. Not mr. Kliwon. Maybe Mr. Budi, Mr. Rudi, Mr. Sardi, or Mr. Didi who we have previously visited. That way our kids can already enjoy chicken noodles, honey."

With a slightly parched face, the God tried to re-negotiate with the wife. Wish he forgot Kliwon's name and replaced it with another one. That way, he no longer needs to mess around with the request of the wife who is a little strange.

Mara shook her head. "No, Mom, I don't want to. I want to eat chicken noodles whose seller is named Mr. Kliwon. Don't want anything else."

With her lips slightly pursed and while cross-legged on the chest, the woman still did not want to negotiate with her husband. That is what makes the gods can only stroke the chest to expand their patience.

My God, what's so interesting about Kliwon? To the extent that my wife and children idolize him so much? Why not just name the gods? That way I can make chicken noodles for them.

The gods are busy monologuing in the heart. So busy, he did not realize that Mara was staring fixedly at his face.

"Mas... How come bengong? Actually you're a pity is not the same me and our future child?" Mara whines while pinching the belly of God. The pinch of the wife was what made him jerk at once.

"Eh? What Honey? What are you talking about?" The god asked while gouging his eyes. Papa candidate is like not too understand what is said by the wife.

Mara grunts softly. "Actually you're a pity is not the same Mas me and our future child?"

The god smiled knot. Slowly, he pulls Mara's arm and she takes it into his arms. "Tok ask me, honey? Yes obviously I love and love you and our future child. What else makes you doubt, dear?"

"If you love, let's go find Kliwon sir's chicken noodles, Mas. I'm so hungry."

The god tried to smile even though it slightly held back the anxiety in the heart. Lovingly the man kissed the head of the wife. "Yes, let's go around again, honey. Hopefully we'll find Kliwon sir's chicken noodles soon."

Mara nodded again. Instantly the hue of his face returned to shine. "Come on, come on! I really can't wait to hasten to enjoy chicken noodles Mr. Kliwon."

Oh my God, I can be so happy my wife saw me eager to find Kliwon sir chicken noodles. Ahhhhh. I feel guilty if I can't find Kliwon sir's chicken noodles.

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The corners of the city had been passed by the Gods. Now, he directs the speed of the wheel to the suburban area. A corner of the place away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The sky water started to descend slowly, which made the cold feel even more bone-chilling.

Highlight the eyes of God caught a tent chicken noodle stall located not far from the current position of his car. Slowly, he stepped on the gas pedal to get closer to the chicken noodle stall. After the position of the car is right in front of the tent stall, Dewa stopped the pace of his vehicle.

'Chicken noodles Mr. Edi'

That writing is installed in the tent of the chicken noodle shop.

"Aahhhh sir Edi... Not mr Kliwon!" the Monologue of God.

The god glanced to the side, and it was seen that the wife was fast asleep and dissolved in the sea of her dreams.

"Ahaa! I have a great idea!"

I don't know what the God experienced, suddenly in his brain came up with such a brilliant idea. The position of Mara who is sleeping, he will use to carry out his plan.

Slowly, God opened the car door and started walking towards this chicken noodle seller. Father and middle-aged mother, seem to sit together and look like they are unwind.

The god glanced towards the wagon that was in front of him. No longer see the noodles on display. The man assumed that this chicken noodle had sold out. But there is no harm also if he asks first, maybe there is still a remnant that has not been sold.

"Good afternoon Sir, ma'am... I want to buy chicken noodles. Is there still?"

"It's over, sir" the mother replied briefly.

God's face changed a little pias heard the mother say the word 'out of'. He was desperate because he no longer knew where to find a bowl of chicken noodles for his wife. The hour hand has shown at six o'clock in the afternoon, so it is very natural that the stock of chicken noodles is up.

"Is it over, Mom? Is there not one portion left?" The god said while hoping if in the cart of the seller of chicken noodles there is still unprocessed remains.

The god shook his head. "Can't sir, my wife is craving to eat chicken noodles whose seller is named Mr. Kliwon. So, I think the most appropriate place is this shop owned by Mr. Father."

The seller's father and mother threw eyes at each other. They may think that this man is illiterate. The wife wanted chicken noodles Mr. Kliwon but he instead came to Mr. Edi. Clearly much different.

"But my name is Edi, sir, not Kliwon. Can't you read? Ckkkccckk dear yes, everywhere by car but can not read. Or maybe you're just a private driver?"

Flabbergasted gods. I want him to show me who he really is. But this time is not the right time. At this time he had to succeed in persuading the seller of this chicken noodle to sell the rest of the noodles he still kept.

"I really need that chicken noodle sir. Please sell that chicken noodle for me. Because only stay stalls Father and Mother is the only hope I have."

"If I sell the chicken noodles, then what about the name set in the front tent, sir? Because my husband is named Edi, not Kliwon," continued the mother a little confused.

"I have a way, sir, Mom. What I'm obviously asking for is, sell the rest of that chicken noodle for me."

The couple still threw eyes at each other. "But the rest of the chicken noodles are for our kids at home, sir."

"Mother just calm down. One serving of chicken noodles that Father and Mother sell for me, I will replace with a variety of food. So the Father and Mother's children don't just eat chicken noodles."

Indeed, the king's God negotiated except in the presence of his wife. If with his relationships the man is very good at negotiating but when in front of the wife, hemmm do not ever ask yes readers, because of course he lost terribly. Not actually losing, but giving up. If he does not budge, he will certainly never get a ration to touch.

In the end this chicken noodle seller nodded simultaneously. "Alright Sir. So now how do I change the name of Edi that's on that tent?"

"Silence Sir. That would be my business!"

***

"Darling... Let's wake!"

With a gentle kiss that landed on Mara's lips, God tried to wake her up.

Mara squirmed a little and started to blink her eyes. Not long after, the woman who was six months pregnant managed to reach her consciousness. "Mas, what time is it? Why is it dark?"

The god just gave me a little smile. "Hour half seven nights dear."

Mara aghast. "What's? Half an hour seven? And you haven't found Kliwon sir's chicken noodles, have you?"

God chuckles. Hurriedly he pinched his wife's tiny nose with anxiety, because waking up from sleep, which is remembered is chicken noodle Pak Kliwon.

"Look at the tent stall next to you, baby!"

Screaming, Mara turned to the side. And immediately both his eyes were wide and perfectly rounded accompanied by a wide gaping mouth. While reading Mr. Kliwon's name in the tent. "Mas, did you really find him?"

The gods nodded steadily. "Sure, honey, I found it!"

Mara turned back to face the God and then hugged her husband's body tightly. "Thank you very much, thank you!"

The heart of God warms. Gently, he rubbed his wife's back. "Sama-sama Darling. Then let's get down. You can enjoy this Kliwon sir chicken noodles!"

"Come on!"

May the writing of Kliwon that I paste to cover Edi's name use paper, black marker and I paste it using double tape was not dislodged, Lord. If it is removed, it can be the length of this business.

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For those readers who ask who Vishnu and Dira are, please be patient... I will certainly show up, exactly before the novel ends... Hehehe 😉