The Love of the Duda

TCSD 81: Chicken Porridge of Sin Redeemer #2

Ting.... Ting.... Ting..... Chicken Porridge.... Chicken Porridge...

The shrill sound of the twang of the spoon clashing with the bowl was clearly heard in the hearing senses of the Gods and the resort chefs. The faces of two people who previously looked so frustrated about chicken porridge, in the end, seemed to sparkle instantly.

"Well, there's a chicken porridge seller, sir. The sustenance for this god sir mah!" said the resort chef with a sumringah face.

"Yeeaaayy....."

The face of God is radiant because of happiness. In the end, what he was looking for could be found. The man who was still wearing the blue-colored pajamas dongker then sauntered away from the kitchen area. He passed through the back door and then headed to the chicken porridge seller.

"Mas, chicken porridge is one serving yes," said the god with a sparkling face. In front of his eyes is already framed perfectly one food that might make the love of the wife bigger for him.

"Sorry sir, the chicken porridge is over!" said the seller while wiping the glass coated part of his cart with a napkin.

The forehead of the God is cringing. "out?"

"Yes sir, it's over."

"When has this chicken porridge run out?" The god asked in an interrogating tone. Like a police officer interrogating a thief.

The two eyes of the seller were rotating as if they were remembering something. "It seems like half an hour ago sir!"

Netra God was completely devoured. "What was half an hour ago?"

"Yes sir half an hour ago."

The look on the face of the God that was previously filled with twinkles of happiness as well as relief, suddenly darkened instantly. There was a streak of cloudy clouds clearly drawn on his face. "If since half an hour ago this chicken porridge runs out why do you still sound this bowl Mas? Even you're still trying to call customers by telling them where you are?"

"Oh that... That has become my habit, sir!" the seller answers the God question with a meaning that still seems ambiguous.

"-you mean what? Isn't that how you let your customers down?"

It seems that God still wants to argue with the chicken porridge seller. Trivial things like this seemed to drop his pride because indirectly, this chicken porridge seller had played tricks on him.

"At least, sir. Because in this way I can tell the world that my trading is selling well. And that means that the kitchen smoke in my house can still be steaming to be able to serve the best food for my four children. Moreover, in this way, it can suggest buyers to rush to buy my merchandise so as not to run out." The chicken porridge seller put back the napkin he had just used to clean the glass part of the cart he was pushing. He returned to his original position to continue his journey. "I'm sorry sir!"

Flabbergasted gods. In fact, he could only be stunned when he tried to understand every word spoken by the chicken porridge seller. There is one thing that touches the recesses of his heart, that it is as simple as happiness for a family backbone to be grateful for all the blessings given by God.

"Mas wait!"

The chicken porridge seller, who had just taken a few steps away from the body of God, immediately stopped his footsteps. He turned his body. "What's up, sir?"

The god approached the chicken porridge seller. He reached into the pocket of his pajamas and took a hundred thousand bills from inside. "This is for the Mas."

The chicken porridge seller was a little surprised. "What's the money for, sir?"

The god just gave me a little smile. "So my plan this money will I use to buy porridge. But since the porridge you sold is up, then I intend to give it to you only."

"But you didn't get anything from me? Why do you keep giving me this money?"

"Just take this sustenance for your children that is given through me. Accept it. May it be useful to your family."

Although in doubt, the hands of the chicken porridge seller were still outstretched to receive the money given by the God. "Thank you very much Sir."

"Together Mas!"

The god turned his body intending to return to the kitchen. Right now there was nothing he could do but make chicken porridge with his own hands. But only a few steps he left the chicken porridge seller suddenly...

"Sir, wait!"

The god stopped his footsteps and then turned his body. "What's up, Mom?"

"Let's come with me to the house. I think before I went to trade, my wife left a few servings of chicken porridge at home."

The hope in the heart of the previously extinct God is now as if it has returned to bloom. His face looked bright again. The words of this chicken porridge seller are like an oasis that he was looking for in a barren expanse of land.

The chicken porridge seller nodded steadily. "Of course it's right sir. Come with me. My house is not so far from here."

In the end, the god tailed behind the body of the chicken porridge seller to go to the seller's residence, of course, to get a bowl of chicken porridge atonement.

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"I'm sorry, sir, we're so cramped."

The words of the seller of chicken porridge sontak make God pay close attention to the state of the house occupied by the seller of this porridge. A house that seems so narrow but still looks neat. Maybe the wife of the chicken porridge seller is one of the wives who is good at arranging the room, so even though the house is narrow, but still looks spacious.

"Mas, who is this father?" said the wife of the porridge seller who just came out of the kitchen.

"Sir, this father was confused looking for chicken porridge for his wife who was sick. In the kitchen there's still chicken porridge, right?"

The wife nodded. "Still Mas. It's still hot, too. How many servings does it take?"

The porridge seller glanced at the God. "How many servings do you want?"

"One serving only. Enough for my wife."

"A single serving is enough? Later in the afternoon if the wife of the Father wants to porridge again the Father will be hassles again." The porridge seller turned to his wife. "Dec, make two servings huh. Put it in the bushel."

The wife also obeyed. "Okay, wait a minute."

"Mr!"

The stillness of the atmosphere in this house is still broken by the presence of three children who are constantly squandering in the arms of the porridge seller. The porridge seller slightly took a squatting position and then tightly hugged the children's bodies.

"Aaahhhhh the children of the Father have all perfumed. Must have taken a shower?" said the porridge seller while kissing the cheeks of his children one by one.

"Already Sir. We've all taken a shower. Dad, have you gone home? The trade is selling well, right?" babble the boy who looks like the firstborn of the porridge seller.

"Surely selling sweet. It's all thanks to the prayers of these Father's children."

"Horeee.... That means we can buy a bike soon, right, sir?"

The porridge seller just smiled knot. "Please pray for a moment enough savings Dad, dear, so you can immediately buy a bike for you."

"That's for sure sir!"

Without feeling a drop of clear crystal just escaped from the eye of God. The existence of life without less seems to make him forget that there are still many others who live in a mediocre state. But they still look happy with gratitude.

"Well sir, here's the chicken porridge. May your wife be cured as soon as possible," said the wife of the chicken porridge seller while handing over a bushel to the God.

Gods gasp. He hastily wiped away the tears that had soaked his face. "Thank you very much, Mom. I'll bring this bus back here again."

"No need to think too much, sir. The most important thing now is that your wife can recover soon."

"Thank you very much."

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Vuhhhh... Finally, you can have chicken porridge... Hehehe 🤗🤗

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