The Love of the Duda

TCSD 80: Chicken Porridge of the Sin Redeemer #1

"Oma.... Forgive me....!!!"

The man who had managed to let go of his youth grimaced in pain as the Oma's jewel felt so hot attacking him. Perhaps this jewel of his oma is what increasingly opened his eyes that what he had done to the wife was very excessive, to make him sick like this.

Oma Widuri snorted softly. "Huh, you've recovered from impet*en, you didn't miss the chance to beat your wife out physically? Truly grandchildren no morals you Wa!"

"But Oma... The gods gave time to rest, so not necessarily four times the release happened instantly. Really, God is not like that Oma."

The gods are still trying to evade the impression of not being too guilty. But the speech that came out of the lips of the man actually made the Oma Widuri even more anxious.

"The time you give is at least five or ten minutes. And you didn't let your wife fill her belly, either? You might even forget, when was the last time your wife ate."

Hearing the word 'eat' thrown by oma Widuri made the Gods gasp. His eyes were perfectly round and his lips were wide open. "God... God just remembered that Mara last filled her stomach yesterday afternoon!"

"What's? Really too you Wa!" Oma Widuri tried to catch her breath. If he has a history of asthma, it may have suddenly recurred due to the carelessness of the grandson in looking after his wife. "Already, now you go to the kitchen, make porridge, and also warm ginger. After that I immediately bribe my son-in-law's granddaughter. Just be careful if my granddaughter-in-law is seriously ill. I'll make sure you never get to stand up again that banana horn of yours Wa!"

Flabbergasted gods. "Can't stand? What does Oma mean?"

Oma Widuri grinned. "Obviously I'll never be able to stand up again, because I'm going to cut your horn off!"

The face of the God suddenly melted. Just now he again felt what is heaven world, will be destroyed again if until the banana horn is cut by oma Widuri. "Oma, how much!"

"Haha haahaaha!"

***

"Geez my favorite daughter-in-law's granddaughter.....What's wrong with you, honey?"

From the doorway of the Ora Widuri slightly shouted as she saw Mara curled up under a thick blanket. Mara's eyes that had previously focused on the open sea view that she could clearly see from the bed where she lay, she immediately pointed to the source of the sound. And look, oma Widuri was already walking closer towards him. Not only oma Widuri, it turns out that the father, and Pramono also entered the room of God and Mara.

Mara smiled knot. "Omma? Daddy's? Mas Pram?"

Oma Widuri shifted the small chair in this room, she placed it on the side of the bed that belonged to Mara. While Baskara remained faithful in his wheelchair and Pramono sat on a small sofa in this room.

"Darling... What's wrong with you? Is Oma's granddaughter pounding your power too much?"

Mara just smiled clumsyly. It was true that the Gods were so all-out pounding his physique, but it was impossible not if he had to say that in front of the people gathered here? He might be embarrassed to death.

"No Oma... This is not the fault of God. Maybe because Mara who forgot has not filled the stomach so that it makes Mara fever like this," said Mara berkilah.

"Ckkccckk... You can still stand up for your husband, baby. Though it's obvious that your husband is too eager to pound your power." Oma Widuri glanced at Baskara who was still faithfully sitting on a wheelchair. "Sir Besan, forgive my grandson's attitude yes. He just recovered from his imperfections, went straight to do this to your daughter."

Baskara only commented on her slight smile. He knows exactly what his son-in-law feels. Half a year can not channel desire, must be very tormented. And now that that desire can be channeled back, it is natural that his daughter-in-law feels like, want, and want again.

"It's okay, Besan, I understand what the son of God feels." Baskara linked her gaze towards the princess who was still curled up under the thick blanket. "Son, what do you want to eat? Let me get it for you."

"No need for Dad. Mara had asked Dewa mas to find chicken porridge. Mara's dying to eat chicken porridge."

"Have you taken Ra's medicine?" pramono asked along a little worried about what happened to Mara.

Mara shook her head. "Yet, later after eating, I will definitely take medicine."

"Yes already, while waiting for God to bring chicken porridge for you, you better rest, dear. If you need to sleep again, so that your body is not getting weaker."

Oma Widuri moved from her sitting position. He brought his face to Mara's face. With great affection, oma Widuri kissed her daughter-in-law's forehead.

Mara smiled knot. There was a warmth flowing through his bloodstream. Being treated lovingly like this, made Mara remember the tender caress of the mother's long-lost love.

Baskara who saw the attitude of the besan who was so privileged his daughter suddenly like stabbed by an invisible knife right about his heart. Apparently, the middle-aged man was a little regretful for ever ignoring his own biological daughter. Forget a form of love and affection that he should devote to the child, and replace it with the pettiness of life that he must live.

Without feeling clear bulir it escaped from Baskara eye pelupuk. The guilt of tetiba lingered spoiled in his heart.

"Dad, why are you crying?" said Mara who was a little surprised when she saw the father shed his tears.

Baskara wiped away the tears that drenched her cheeks. A knot smile adorned the lips of the man who looked slightly wrinkled. "It's okay, son. I feel happy because now there is someone who holds you in warmth and love. If tomorrow God takes Dad's life, you can go quietly, son."

Hearing the father's words made Mara's eyes dewy. His heart ached when he heard his father talking about death. "Dad talk what? I'll stay healthy until later. Don't you want to see your grandchildren?"

Escape already clear crystal from Mara eye fertilizer. Although all this time he was so lacking the affection of the father, but really he loved the father wholeheartedly, without any blemish. He understood that the father had slightly forgotten his duties and responsibilities as a father. But he always believes that someday the figure of the father who used to always hold him in warmth will definitely return, and all that was proven when the father was unable to do anything and could only sit on his wheelchair.

Baskara smiled knot. "Even if you haven't seen your grandchildren, you'll be happy there, son. I'm happy to see you get an abundance of happiness from Madame Widuri and the son of a God so big like this."

"Dad...."

Mara's voice was stuck in her throat. The girl was crying. The father's words really seemed to be a bad feeling for him. I don't know why he felt that his father would go far away.

"Sstttt is dear.. Don't be sad anymore. Everything's gonna be okay." While hugging Mara's body, Oma Widuri linked her gaze towards Baskara. "Sir Besan, don't talk like that. Mr. Besan must be sure that Mr. Besan will be back to health."

"Bu Besan, if I am not of age, I will take my daughter. Please take care of his birth and mind."

Oma Widuri nodded steadily. "That's for sure Mr. Besan. That's for sure."

***

"I'm really asking the chef for help, please make chicken porridge for my wife. He's in Chef's pain."

Many times the Gods tried to appeal to the head chef at the kitchen resort, hoping that the Chef would make chicken porridge. Even the man had put on a face of compassion, hoping that the chef would feel sorry for him.

"Sorry Lord, I can't. Coincidentally me and the team were busy preparing breakfast for the group from Malang. So I can't make chicken porridge like God's will."

Many times the Lord begged, many times the chef refused. God until frustrated this chicken porridge.

"Then should I how about Chef?"

The chef seemed to think a little. A sweet smile rose on the chef's lips. "What if the Lord makes his own. Would I use this kitchen?"

"I'm a....."

Ting....Ting... Ting.... Chicken porridge... Chicken porridge....!!!

When the gods will chimed in the words of this chef, suddenly the sound of a chicken porridge seller outside the resort. The god and the chef both smiled.

"Well, there's a chicken porridge seller sir. The sustenance for this god sir is mah."

"Yeahaaayy...."

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Did God manage to get a bowl of chicken porridge as the wife wished?? Hihihihihi wait for the next episode yes kak 😘😘