THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Mpek-Mpek Hambar

"What are you eating?" Noura stared at the bowl of Mpek Mpek that I was eating. This afternoon, he suddenly appeared in my room.

"This is called Mpek-Mpek, a typical food from Palembang, made from fish-based flour. It's really good."

Noura looked at the expression on my face that was chewing very seriously. Is he curious to taste?

"Would you like to try? it's really delicious. Including one of the best food. It's my Mama's. His Mpek-Mpek is always selling. Try it, one try, you must be hooked, hehehe," I thrust a spoon near his mouth.

"There-there's just you. I've never tried it. In my life I never heard the name of the food. I'm sure, it must taste really good. There is no bad food in this country. I like all the food. I like chicken satay, fried rice, lontong opor, chicken gulai, onde-onde, and many more. In the past, Nimah used to cook for my family" Noura said with a bright look.

"Try this. You must like it" I said with a pushy look.

Noura opened her mouth and started tasting. There's-there's just this, how can there be ghosts tasting Mpek-Mpek.

"You're right. It feels so good," Noura hissed like spiciness.

I just smiled looking at her behavior. I also bribed the remaining pieces of Mpek-Mpek. But why is this? Why does this Mpek-Mpek feel so strange. suddenly so bland and feels nothing.

Suddenly I remembered Noura's words the other day when the food that had been tasted by ghosts, it must have changed. Turns right.

"These Mpek-Mpek tastes bland immediately after you taste. It feels weird. No savory, spicy and sweet. It doesn't feel anything" I said.

"Haha. From tomorrow on, don't ever offer me food again, if you don't want your food to taste bland" Noura replied.

"Mas Bayu chat with who the hell? from that very race. Sampe was astonished from the outside," asked Galih.

I just realized, Galih's room is opposite my room. Quickly, he heard. Usually have slept this child, I murmured in my heart. The biggest problem is at least staying up late.

"Chat in whatsapp group with college friends, all watching youtube. You haven't slept at this hour?"

"Again Mas' task. Just want to break, the voice of Mas Bayu was heard to the room. I think I'm talking to someone again."

"Hush. ngaco you. There was no one in my room. I was just chatting online with my friends. Already, sleep there again!" my orders.

As a second child, Galih was a bit shy and obedient with me. Maybe because I was a long way away from him. Moreover, Galih was much more reserved and did not talk much. Different from Ratna who sometimes mouthed and dared to argue with me.

Galih went into his room. I went to the kitchen to put a used Mpek-Mpek bowl into the sink. While in the kitchen I was surprised by the figure of Siti's mother who was standing in the corner of the side door with a view towards the outside of the window. His eyes stared at the backyard.

"Sir, what's here? You're not asleep?" my many.

He didn't answer. His sight looked so sharp and serious.

"Mom! helo? what's the fuck in here?" I raise my voice. Honestly, I kind of got goosebumps looking at her facial expression. Stiff and cold. Very quaint. It's already one o'clock at night.

Seriate.