TRAVELLER LOVE
The story that doesn't end
I rushed to the kitchen to prepare my grandmother's favorite food, stir-fried kale and fried dried fish and sambel. Although in this house I have never seen a house person cook this food menu, but I am determined to cook it for grandma. Compared to the extravagant and more expensive food, my grandmother never turned to her favorite food.
“ what smell is this mistress?” Bi surti's nose began to be sensitive to the smell of the dried fish I fried.
“ is good it smells Bi? This is my grandmother's favorite dried fish.” Reply fiery.
“ good anyway, good mistress. But does the madam not know that the Space Lord does not like this smell?”
“ my husband's business, I will take care of it. Aunty's job now is just to help me clear up all this cooking before grandma arrives at this house”
“ well madam” Bi surti was deftly started to help me.
Busy with food at the table. My eyes glanced at the large wall clock in the room.
“When did they come? Why it feels so long” long longing in the chest with the figure who raised me began to rebel. I feel like my heart space is back filled considering Grandma is going to stay with me. Because indeed the main reason I was married to the Angkasa mas is so that I can make the parents happy that half a century. Although his services will never be reciprocated by anything at least I can make him proud of my marriage. Remembering the look on Grandma's face alone the feeling of longing for her is very explosive.
“ Assalamualaikum.” Someone behind the door. I ran to the source of the sound.
“ waalaikumussalam.” I said while opening the door of our house. I saw in front of me an old and tough lady with her trademark smile.
“ grandma.. I'm really glad grandma can be here” I squandered hugging grandma.
“Hmmmm, the mentang-matang grandma already here I back in cuekin” voice Angkasa my husband spread the longing that has not been fully channeled to grandma.
“ sorry mas. Thank you for picking up grandma” I said while kissing my husband's burly hands.
“ yes already . We go in yuuk, Kasian granny stands here.” The sky signaled that I should invite grandma in while lifting Grandma's luggage. I saw grandmother's things at a glance, like people from shopping at a traditional market. There are fresh vegetables.
“ come on, we're in”
“ people God your house is very big son. It's like a palace. You must be living here”.
“ thankfully feel at home, but more at home if grandma is here” I said while leading grandma to the dining table.
“ wow, apparently you have not forgotten well with grandmother's favorite food.” Grandma also took her favorite food and ate it for a bite.
“ what smell is this dear?” I had expected that Angkasa Pastu would ask this. I also prepared the weapon. Well. A clothespin to pin my husband's nose.
“ baby, what the fuck?” Speak space while avoiding me.
“ this it's clamp to clamp mas nose. In order not to smell strange according to this mas”
“ what?? Are you there-is there, baby? No need to use that too, right?” I grabbed my husband's nose and grabbed him. Grandma and bi surti who saw me could only shake their heads.
“ let's sit down mas, come eat also”
“ nak Angkasa you know not, it used to be zahra also did not like the smell of this cuisine”
“ oh so nek?” Ask the sky as if it does not believe the story of grandma.
“ and grandma are also doing exactly what zahra is doing now to you, and grandma is bribing her. And it turns out that Zahra likes the taste even until now this cuisine is her favorite food” grandmother continues the story.
“Aaaa, open my mouth mas” I tried to feed dry fish and warm rice my husband's mouth.
“ hmmm, it turned out to taste good” he started to like that cuisine.
“ therefore mas do not be too hateful towards something before you can feel the deepest”
“Already, already, you guys are now eating”
“ well nek” answer us in unison.
My meeting with my grandmother has always been an unfinished money story. All the time we tell stories, we sometimes forget about time. Grandma, you are so special to me.
