TRAPPED IN THE MAYIT VALLEY

CHAPTERS 121. STRANGE FOOD

“Follow what I did, remember you guys weren't in a normal time. In this period is the safest time, and we can eat good before continuing to hunt them, because they have seen you guys”

“Stay down and don't look people in the eye, we eat here first, and remember to always be with Sokran and his wife”

A very crowded stall, the same stall as when I and Novi invited Sokran here, and surely later we will eat at the edge of the lake.

“You just wait outside yes, my wife will order food for you, later we eat at the edge of the lake, so you know the beauty of this village” said Mr. Sokran while giving money to his wife

“Food here is good sir Kus, I and Novi have already eaten this stall cuisine, the meat is big-”

“Iya true mas WIldan, but not the meat that is so excellent here, uh later you will know what Sokran's wife bought, hopefully still to hehehe”

“Mas Wil, later we will definitely go to the lake huh mas?”

“It's Nov, as it used to be when we came here”

Mr. Sokran's wife finally came out from inside the stall crowded with visitors, his face sweaty because he had to tidy up with other buyers in the stall.

“That's my wife is done…. Let's go to the lake, there is the best recreation place in the area here, this morning at this hour must have been many people there”

We follow Mr. Sokran and his wife but this time we walk down, because in this place more crowded with people who walk, we always cross paths with everyone who is here.

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“Please, fortunately my wife was able to eat the most desirable food early, please enjoy while we feel the nature on the edge of the lake” said Mr. Sokran who never forgot to smile

I think it's the same as it used to be, cooking yellow gravy with large cuts of meat.. But when I opened it, it was very different.

“Sorry sir, this is what?”

In the package I opened there was a large oval object and its shape was very similar to mine. But the eggs or testicles are no longer there, leaving only the skin.

“That torpedo or phenis can be a cow can also be a goat, depending on what mas can be.... let's try, it's a favorite food of the population here, it's difficult to do so if it's a bit unfortunate dikit” replied Mr. Sokran

I'm not a moron, I've also eaten goat torpedoes, but the shape is not like this kind of kuntila, if the one in this package is very similar to kuntila, only the eggs are not there.

I've got kus sir, Novi, Ivon. Only Mr. Kus and Ivon ate voraciously in addition to Sokran's two husbands and wives, while Novi Masi and I looked at pieces of cuntila without testicles that were large in the package.

“Eh I do not want to eat torpedo”

“What because the shape is yes Wildan” said Mr. Sokran

“It so happens that my wife brought a knife, here let my wife cut it into pieces so that it does not look like that” said Mr. Sokran then took the package I was holding and handed to his wife.

From inside the handbag, Mr. Sokran's wife took out a knife that was quite large and long, I was surprised to see a shiny knife that might be about 25 cm long.

The knife was very sharp, without the need for power, Mr. Sokran's wife could cut the cuntilla into several small pieces.

“Punya mbak Novi also bring here, let my wife cut into small parts” said Mr. Sokran again

Such an old woman, such a cheap smile and seemingly kind nature was very strange if she suddenly pulled out a large and long knife.

The piece of meat from this strange buntila was already in my hands, it was already shaped like a sausage that was cut into small pieces, but still I imagined that what I ate was a buntila!

“Where are you going exactly?” ask Mr. Sokran while biting and pulling the hard kuntila meat

“Our destination is actually just looking for vegetables that are said to be famous from here” replied Mr. Kus suddenly

“Ah is right, potatoes from this area are indeed the size of jumbo, and it tastes sweet” replied Bu Sokran while wiping the used knife cut the kuntila by using the tip of his clothes.

“Later you guys will take me to potato garden” said Mr. Sokran

“Eh no need Mr. Sokran, we ourselves will find the garden, father and mother can return home course”

“Bu borrowed the knife, uugh the tip of this torpedo is still alot, maybe the shop was less long ago redeem” said Mr. Sokran

Once again seeing the way Mr. Sokran cut food that looks like a kuntila that I have it feels goosebumps, why do I have the feeling that the food we are eating is not from animals, but from animals, but it comes from humans.

“If you can find the garden itself yes it's okay” said Mr. Sokran while pointing at us using his knife, I get goosebumps see it

“But be careful with the farmers who are there, they do not like when there are foreigners come without permission or without anyone to drive there” he is still brandishing his big knife