The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 113 Rice Boxes

" Great meat, where are you buying it? " me ask when we eat together.

" Across the street in front of my workplace. Just opened the first day, buy one free. I tried to buy all the promo help. If it's good I recommend it to colleagues who haven't tried, hehe." Mas Raka took out 4 packs of meatballs from a plastic bag.

" This was I bought 2 servings, I got 4 servings," he continued.

" You are kind, even though you do not know the meat seller," I said amazed.

" Don't praise me later my clothes are tight because my body is stretched haha ! People should help each other even if we don't know. How to know one day we are in trouble eeh they come to help. It can also pass someone else." Mas Raka spoke while pointing.

" Yes sir, hihi ! " chirps me giggling.

" Dikasih knows what I'm laughing at." He grumbled while continuing to eat his meat.

" It's funny, talking while pointing rich again tausiyah aja, hihihi ! The meat's a new speech."

" It's over, nih. You ate it long ago. It was counted 33 times, haha ! " He replaced my teasing while showing me his empty bowl.

" I'm a noble descendant so eat it slowly, not rich you eat rich porters, wekkk ! " return I don't want to lose.

" Aira, if you eat, do not joke, you will sprain ! " reprove the mother who is processing the chicken for tomorrow morning.

Especially chicken only mothers who cook themselves, because the mother does not want to taste so different if done by other hands. Me or mbak Sri just prepare the seasoning and cut the chicken.

I finished the meat and I washed all the bowls. There are still 2 packs of meatballs that are still intact, meaning for mothers as mbak Sri. But because it was late afternoon and was about to cook mother refused. Sri Lankan has also returned home.

" Brought home later eat at home" said the mother. Finally I put two packs of meatballs into the basket so as not to forget.

A few minutes passed, mother had finished cooking the chicken and turned off the stove. I have also arranged for anything to be brought back into the basket.

" You take mom first Mas, I want to clean the kitchen," I asked Mas Raka. Mom is out while Mas Raka is still waiting for me in the kitchen.

" Okay, let's take you home first." He brought mom home.

I swept the kitchen floor and then I mop, and then I washed my hands. Before going out first I check back the stove etc. After I guess I'm done, I'm out and then mrngunci the door. Raka returned five minutes later.

" We go to the square first yuk ! " bring.

" Okay," I'll follow Raka's wishes. Arriving at the square we stop for a moment in the city park while enjoying my favorite snacks. After almost Magrib mas Raka took me home.

" Mas Raka wants to take a shower at my house or just want to go straight? " tanyaku.

" I want to go straight home, but how. We can't have Sunday night tomorrow." Mas Raka replied hesitantly.

" Hmm. said I still want to be together with me, hehe. Yes, yuk ! " take me .

He also drove his motorbike to my house. When he arrived in front of the house, Ernest and his sister were holding a carpet with an adult man. It seems like Yuni and her family have also come. Ernest saw me but Raka pulled my hand.

" Why are you in such a hurry ? "

" I'm so sick of taking a bath" he said, glancing at Ernest.

" Yes, I prepared the towel first." I went into the room and opened the closet. I took a clean towel and gave it to Raka. He also stepped into the bathroom.

Mother who just finished bathing came out of the room and took a pack of meatballs from the basket.

" Buk, it's getting busy up front huh, Ernest really roll out the carpet." I asked him.

" Yes want kendurian, soon Magrib," said the mother while pouring meatballs into a small pot.

" Why wasn't there cooking yesterday? " manyaku wonder. I myself was only asked to serve guests, so I did not know about the preparation of the cooking.

" All have been handed the same catering. Yuni's mother takes care of. Dirja ma'am who told me the same story at that time on the porch. Also came a rice box order for kendurian." Mom tells.

" Ooh pantesan from yesterday is still relaxing. It is the rich do not want to be complicated and the house is dirty. Just order everything is in order," my seloroh.

" Maybe also do not want to bother the neighbor, is he not a citizen here." Mom said then went into the kitchen to heat the meatballs.

" Nia, there was a meatball that Raka had bought. Arkana would have liked it,"

Nia's mom came out with Arkana spinning behind her. They eat meatballs at the dining table.

I took a towel in the room. Mas Raka has finished the bath. She brushed her hair and prayed in my room.

" Have you been to the mosque, Buk ? " just ask me when I go to the bathroom.

" Yes, you'll have yourselves in front. "

" Oya Buk, by the way who was told to invite neighbors for kendurian ? " I'm still kepo.

" He said Hari, usually he did too. Dirja ma'am called him and then Tatik asked him for help." Ma'am Nia answered my question.

" There is a shower, Raka is waiting in front ! " mother's orders to me. I rushed to the back.

After wearing casual clothes and praying I go to the kitchen to make milk coffee and then I take it to the living room.

" It's milk coffee I made lovingly for a Raka mas,hihihi." I put it on the table and marked it.

" Hmm, poetic ass." Mas Raka thumped lips. I giggled to see his face again pawing.

" No need to fumble that Mas, instead of funny even serem know, hahaha ! " kulek him while holding back a laugh. Worry is heard until the front of the house again on tahlilan.

" Who is funny, this is angry again know not ! " he said while pretending to glare. I still hold my laugh.

Mas Raka stopped the action. He took his milk coffee and sipped it little by little because it was still a bit hot.

" How does it taste Mas, if it's less sweet I add sugar."

" It doesn't have to be a lot of sugar, it's sweet in you, hehe." He smiled at me. I get blushed if it's being combed again.

" Now more and more sinter ogombal, it was just a pity never." I'm blinking lips.

I know Mas Raka likes to gurgle if I'm my lips monyongin. And when he pulled me closer to him suddenly the door opened from the outside. Dad came in with two rice boxes. I got up and took over the card. I just obeyed and stretched it out to me.

" Aira is a rich child," muttered mas Raka. I stick my tongue out at him and bring the cardboard to the dining room.

Mbak Nia alone is no less frenetic with me, he also immediately welcomed his part of the box rice. Mas Joni was not present so his marriage ration was entrusted to father. This is our joke if father is invited to drive. The habits of childhood are carried over into adulthood. Arkana also ran after her mother.

I took two cookies and brought them to the front. I gave one to Raka.

" For you, I am full. It was a snack in the city park still plus milk coffee." Mas Raka refused.

" Yeah for me," I said, and then I ate another cake.

" You also ate the same pempek batagor right," chirped mas Raka while watching me eat.

" This is again the process of Mas, he said I was told to eat a lot to be fat, "i said without looking at him.

Unexpectedly Mas Raka pinched my cheek. " Ow ! lak Mas's. How nyubit, huuuh! " i was spontaneous from shock.

" Since you've been giddy see you eat rich, crammed and there's no mesh."

" Huuuh, you see I always flinch. The reason you want to kiss me, right ? " i teased him while twitching my eyes.

Mas Raka muttered something. She must have hugged and kissed me but worried about being seen by the people in Dirja's house. There seem to be some who are still pacing back and forth.

I am tickled to see it

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It's a long time ago, let's be more curious hehe !