The River House

XIII. Delicious delicacies

Mr. Nyoto was burning plastic waste in the backyard, when Mak Surti came with two dishes of fried rice. Miko is comfortable in the arms of Mak Surti, a domestic assistant who has spent many years serving in the Lawanto Ferry family.

"Will it be Buk fried rice?" Mr. Nyoto glanced at the plate placed on the wooden bench behind him.

"There are others too, sir. But wait for the Master and Madam to finish eating, then our rations," said Mak Surti. He took Miko down from the sling.

"Huh Buk, Erwin started macem macem. Though he did not think his son was calm," grumbled Mr. Nyoto. He's still stirring up some of the plastic from the burnt snack.

"How's Macem sir?" Mak Surti scrunched his forehead.

"Then bring the woman into the room. Old pisan," Mr. Nyoto's head geleng.

"Yes mbok biarin to sir. Sin is borne by itself, you are not his parents sir. There was no obligation to advise," Mak Surti patted her husband's back.

"Yes but not really the Buk that is like that. Erwin is different, not like Mr. Ferry just yet. If Mr. Ferry used to focus on work, not neko neko, not macem macem, so it can be successful," Mr. Nyoto grumbled.

"Yes maybe you just don't know" refuted Mak Surti.

"Lhah, I'm sure as sure as hell, that Mr. Ferry never took a woman into the room except his wife. I know Buk very well. Life always brings karma. When we behave well and honorably then we will get the soul mate of an honorable person as well. Hence Mr. Ferry can match with the beautiful Lady Anggun, well, calm like that. Wong urip iku ngundhuh wohing pakerti Buk," said Mr. Nyoto really. Mak Surti sighed, and finally nodded his head in agreement. Or maybe Mak Surti was lazily arguing with her husband.

"Fried rice is eaten sir. Cold hunt later," Mak Surti reminded.

"Buk soon, wait for the garbage to run out, you know," Mr. Nyoto still stirring plastic waste using a wooden stick. Mak surti notices and his sense of sight catches a familiar object.

"Well sir that's not Non Vivi's chocolate biscuit plastic is it?" Mak Surti pointed to the partially burned plastic.

"Well, where do you know," said Mr. Nyoto.

"Where did you get that?" Ask Mak Surti.

"This plastic wrap is splattered under the banyan tree Buk," replied Mr. Nyoto. Mak Surti was pensive, his expression looking puzzled.

"What the hell is Buk?" Mr. Nyoto shook his wife's dreamy shoulder.

"This Sir. Yesterday, Non Vivi came up with her chocolate biscuits. He said he hadn't eaten yet, but it wasn't in the fridge, it was gone. There's more, sir, the chicken supply is also reduced in the freezer. Very strange," Mak Surti shuddered. Mr. Nyoto listened seriously.

"Eh uh, I'm reminded of the story of Mr. Broto's nephew. You know Broto?" Mr. Nyoto asked with glaring eyes.

"Yes, the builders who participated in the construction of this house, right? Why Broto Sir?" Mak Surti asked back, no less enthusiastic.

"Broto tell the story of the time to design this house first, every lunch hour there are always workers who lose their rice. It happens every day. The workers had plans to investigate who stole, but they did not do so. Because one of the workers claimed to see a creepy sighting around the river. Broto and his friends are sure, there is another figure who asked for 'jatah' sajen in this area Buk," Mr. Nyoto told me while whispering.

"Hiiii," Mak Surti goosebumps in fear. He held Miko inside the house.

"Oh, I even left you," Shouted Mr. Nyoto irritated.

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Inge several times stole a glance towards Erwin. No one realizes the glamorous woman's behavior except for her best friend, Vita. Vita noticed Inge's strange girly. Moreover, a glimpse of a red mark on Inge's neck that was covered in a shirt collar.

"Where are you from?" Ask Vita full of questions.

"Main playing back and forth," Inge replied with a smile.

"I can already guess what it means to play for you," said Vita, shaking her head.

"Sstttt," Inge placed an index finger on her lips.

Tall

Ferry knocked the glass in front of him using the handle of a spoon.

"All have gathered, please enjoy a simple dish from us," said Ferry invite his guests to eat. His eyes looked at the guests in front of him.

A luxurious dinner. There are three roasted and seasoned chicken 'lodho', anointing, also a small shrimp crispy fried. Mak Surti also produces three types of rice. There is brown rice, yellow rice, also fried rice. For drinks have been prepared guava juice and avocado juice. All the food really does arouse the appetite.

"Duh, the host really knows the favorite food of his guests," said Erfan while directing his gaze at Anggun. Almost everyone was aware of Erfan's unusual and impolite gaze. Erwin clasped the spoon tightly, while Ferry sounded a few throats.

"I'm sorry, without compromising on respect, I'm used to eating with my hands without a spoon. I'm sorry to wash my hands first" Erfan said later.

"Please use the sink over there," Ferry pointed to the hand wash in the corner of the room. Erfan nodded then immediately stood up from his seat. A little while later Erfan had returned in his seat.

"It seems I also want to try eating directly with your hands like Erfan," Ferry went to the hand wash. Graceful looking at her husband questioningly. Ferry's attitude was a little strange this time. The mood changed quietly.

"Duh, the chicken's intact huh. How do you take it?" Ali's chirps suddenly broke the silence.

"Ah yes, because Mak Surti is taking care of Miko, instead let me just cut the chicken," Erwin volunteered.

Erwin immediately took out a large knife in the kitchen, then deftly cut and split the three 'lodho' chickens into pieces. And then put it on everyone's plate. Inge watched Erwin closely. His gaze was never separated from the figure of the long-haired young man.

"Come, please," Gracefully smiled.

Everyone together enjoyed a meal at the new home of the Lawanto Ferry family. There is not one word that is spoken, everyone really enjoys the cuisine of Mak Surti. Ali Sabet is seen adding rice to his plate with a hint of embarrassment.

But when everyone admired the results of Mak Surti's cooking, Erfan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. His neck was like a block and choking. He was about to snatch the white water before him but his gaze turned hazy.

Preanggggg

The glass in front of Erfan fell and broke. Everyone turned their heads, looking at Erfan who was holding his neck.

"Ack ack ack," Erfan stood up, his mouth open like he was trying to catch his breath, while his eyes were flushed and glared. His face looks so painful. In the next instant, the body of the photo-loving man collapsed onto the dining table.

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