Trapped in Love Razia Pak Police

The Part 24

Ceisya slightly retreated backwards. "Jas. If the forehead is not part of the head. Let me separate your forehead later, Om. Then...want you keep where your forehead is? Ckck! You're such a bitch, Om." Ceisya said. "Definitely in school you like to truant, huh?" asked Ceisya while narrowing both eyes.

"I? Ditching it? Hahahaa." Zafran laughed blandly.

"Couldn't you?" accuse Ceisya of getting a sharp look from the man. "Hehehe.we chose this chicken instead, Om. We have a little time. I'm afraid Emi's gonna go on a rampage there."

Zafran called the owner of the farm.

"I took that one, sir. Can it be cut?"

"Can, can. Yasudah, wait a minute. You want to take the cleaver inside."

Not long the father came with a machete that was still wrapped in a sheath.

The father took the chicken that Ceisya had chosen in his cage.

"His father is serem, Om, bring a machete." whispered Ceisya who was beside Zafran.

"Hustt, quiet!" zafran's orders instantly kept Ceisya quiet.

"Son, can you please hold the chicken?" pinta the father on Zafran.

"Oh, yeah. Can, Sir. I'm holding the where part, sir?" ask Zafran who does not know.

"Father hold his head, you hold his body. So that later he did not run when cut." explained the father reciprocated nod by Ceisya.

"Don't see if you're scared!" zafran told Ceisya.

"Not afraid, Om. I'm curious."

Zafran just resigned and let Ceisya see the event cut the chicken.

The man holds the head of the chicken. He first read the prayer.

The slaughter process is carried out starting from the front of the neck between the second and third neck vertebrae, and do not break the neck bone. The chicken blood was then allowed to come out.

Slaughter at the base of the chicken neck by severing the respiratory tract, feeding canal, and two neck veins with one incision without lifting a knife.

"Alhamdulillah." said the father relieved.

"Is it over, sir?" ask Zafran. "This chicken wants to be flanked?"

"It has. The chicken was left there. Let the blood run out." explained the father.

After a few minutes, the father came and immediately took the chicken and soaked it into hot water to facilitate the removal of chicken feathers later.

"Now! You guys pull the fur off first. You want to go inside for a minute to wash the machete."

After he left, Ceisya and Zafran looked at each other.

"Om." call Ceisya while staring at the dead chicken in the bucket.

"What's wrong?"

"How is it?" ask Ceisya who has never faced this situation at all.

There is usually a chicken hair removal machine. But here traditionally. Understandably, the place is far from the crowd.

"Take it off" Zafran said and crouched down.

"Could you?"

"could. Just try it first. Here you are!"

Ceisya said he was crouching in front of Zafran. In the middle of them there is a chicken village that has been soaked with hot water in a bucket.

"Try pulling out the fur." Zafran said.

Doubtfully Ceisya pulled out the chicken feather. Then he screamed happily. "Woahhhh! Lt could. Try to unplug, Om." said Ceisya fuss and then pull the chicken feather again.

Zafran smiled with his hand still pulling out the chicken feather while looking towards Ceisya.

After a few minutes, the chicken was clean from its fur. Ceisya stared proudly at the results of his hard work.

"What do you want to do?" ask the father while carrying the machete that has been cleaned earlier.

"You make satay, sir." replied Ceisya.

"Is this what you want to do or you will cut it up at home?" the father made an offer.

"If you don't bother just let the father. Hehe.." retorted Ceisya scowled.

"alright. I'll cut it first. You clean yourself up there." point the father at the water tap.

"Thank you, sir."

"Bau chicken yes, Om." said Ceisya chuckled sniffing the scent of his hand.

"It was clearly the smell of chicken. Lah, who is also held a chicken." replied Zafran slightly irritated.

"Om, there's a little splash of blood on your face." said Ceisya.

"Oh yeah? Whereabouts? It's not here?" zafran asked as he touched his face.

"Ihh! Don't hold it all, Om. Your face will smell of chicken."

Zafran smiled towards Ceisya. Didn't know he had that attitude that made Zafran melt. "I know. My eyes are only two. Anyway I can't see it." Zafran said honestly.

Ceisya clucked slowly. "Here, Om, little deck!" ceisya.

Zafran according to, he lowered his body slightly to align it with the height of Ceisya which only reached 155 cm.

"It has dried up so it's a bit difficult" said Ceisya look focused on cleaning Zafran's face using his hands.

"It's okay. Later when I get home I immediately clean myself." replied Zafran in a slow tone.

"Hmmm..."

"Is it finished?" asked Zafran who was a little uncomfortable in his lowered position now.

"Well! It's." Already."

Zafran re-established his body and was able to thank Ceisya.

"It's been cut into pieces" said the father showed the chicken in a bag of crackles.

Zafran took his wallet and took out the red money as much as three pieces and he showed it to the father while receiving the bag of crackle.

"Ouch! Most of this, son." protested the father.

"It's okay, sir. Think of it as Father's sustenance." said Zafran gave forcibly the three-sheet red money.

I don't want my father to accept it. "Thank you very much, son. May Allah multiply your kindness with your wife."

Zafran chuckled softly. Apparently the father misunderstood. "I'm not married, sir. And beside me this is my friend." explained Zafran made the father not feel good.

"Oh, yes. Sorry, sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, sir. I understand. Yasudah, then my friend and I say yes, sir."

"alright. Be careful on the road." Zafran nodded then shook his hand followed by Ceisya as well.

"Thank you again, son."

Ceisya and Zafran just smiled in response.

"Hehe, Um. His father mistakenly thought. Yakali I became Om's wife." Ceisya said on their way home.

"Who wants to have a wife like you." Zafran replied while carrying his motorcycle carefully while passing through a hollow road.

"A lot of it, Om. I'm the one who rejected them."

"Then why did you reject them?" ask Zafran curious.

"Hehe. It just doesn't include my criteria." explains Ceisya a little laugh.

"What criteria do you want?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you! The devil's time."

"Satan is beautiful. My criteria are yes so, handsome first, well educated, have a high knowledge so that later can guide me, righteous, and most importantly rich."

"Materialistic girl."

"God! I'm not a hypocritical chick, Om. Obviously I want a lot of money. Nowadays everything is expensive know! If he's not rich, then what do I eat? Eat stone and wood, right?!" ceisya reply.

"At least simple enough. Material and inner needs okay. Most rich men are evil. They like to hurt their wives. Do you want to get a KDRT from your husband later?" fishing rod Zafran.

"Dare to do a KDRT against me? You want to die!"

"So, the rich man had more time outside than inside the house. Do you want a husband's lack of love?" zafran is fishing. Very curious how the response of Ceisya in facing his question.

"I, if lack of affection, is easy. Looking for another man is okay! Why be a beggar. So, don't blame me for looking for another man. A husband should understand his wife."

"And a wife should understand the state of the husband." continued Zafran.

"Well, what a man is made of on earth if he only attaches importance to his personal interests. Women can live without men. Songong does not need to be a man. Cursed to be the new stone know!"