True Said Mamah

Chapter 9

They arrive at a restaurant serving western menu. Anan who was confused by the menu list he was holding, only read every dish he had inside over and over again. Understandably, Anan had never tried an outsider's food. Whenever invited by his friends to eat at a restaurant, he must always choose to eat at a cafe or stall on the side of the road. He prefers the local smell, even more to traditional cuisine.

Gemes saw the behavior of Anan who just flipped through the menu list, "What do you really want to eat?" tanyakanya.

"Em.. Here there's some rice sitting, isn't there?" asked Anan hesitated.

"What! Do you realize where we are? he laughed with a slight smile.

"Yes, there is rice. You see, I can't if there's no rice" Anan said, pursing his lips.

"How old are you? Funny knows!" anxious and ruffled Anan's hair. Anan then brushed off the man's hand.

With his cool style, that person also called out to one of the servants who was there. He whispered something to the waiter. The waiter nodded in understanding and then left them.

Anan had noticed her appearance. Random hair but looks cool. Thick and pitch black eyebrows. The eyes are wide and a little sweet but beautiful. A pointed nose, small lips but somewhat full add to the impression of sexy, pointy chin, face with a firm jaw. A stocky body with muscular arms because it only wears white T-shirts and sunglasses that perch on his neck. Overall, almost perfect.

While waiting for the order to arrive, the person stretched out his hand.

"Zidan" he said introduced himself with fluffy lips.

"Anan" welcomed Zidan's hand but without a smile.

Anan also released his hand link. He looked around him, forgetting for a moment the drama he made on campus. While engrossed, he was startled by his ringing phone. He then grabbed and picked up the call on his phone

"Assalamualaikum Sal.."

"Waalaikumsalam, where are you Nan?" salma asked worriedly.

"I'm at the diner, I'm going to eat again" he replied without mentioning the details of the place.

"Hufh.thank God you are well" said Salma relieved.

In the middle of their conversation, Rara who did not want to lose, snatched Salma's cell phone ahead of Adji. They fight only to be able to talk to Anan.

"Halo Nan. didn't think I was, you can go berserk too" Rara said. This is Rara's first experience in knowing Anan.

"You're the best, champ knows! I'm proud to be your best friend" Adji chanted after keeping Salma's phone away from Rara.

"Don't beat them Nan, the important thing is you're fine. You calm yourself first, if you need anything call me. Yes already.. Assalamualaikum" Salma's advice then hurriedly close his call without waiting for a greeting from Anan, because he knew his two friends were still eyeing his phone.

Food arrived, suddenly making Anan agape. Nasi uduk, which was not on the menu, was now on the table in front of him. And not just one, but two.

"Cock just diliatin? he said he was hungry, but he wanted to spill" Zidan smiled.

Anan gasped to wipe the area of his mouth, which turned out to be nothing. Laughing from Zidan.

"Geez, you're so funny!" zidan said while holding his stomach that was cramping from laughing.

"His laughs?" annoyed Anan.

"Isn't rice sitting not on the menu?" search Anan.

"What time?" goda Zidan's.

"Yes, I read it back and forth, but it wasn't there" Anan said.

"It could be a special menu today" said Zidan mangosteen slowly.

Then Anan started his meal after reciting a prayer in his heart.

All of a sudden..

"Umm.. It's so delicious!" exclaim Zidan chewed voraciously.

Anan looked at Zidan, "You haven't tried this before?" anan asked in surprise and was shocked because of Zidan's call.

"This is the first time" Zidan said.

They also enjoy the rice menu sitting in front of them without talking anymore. Until finally the plate in front of Anan left the chicken bones.

"What's hungry for?" chirp Zidan

"Both" Anan said.

"Today I'm the deal" Zidan bargained.

"I can pay for it myself" he said as he grabbed the wallet in his bag.

"Can't" stop Zidan.

"Today I will be your helper, so you have no right to refuse" he explained.

Anan looked at Zidan full of probing.

"Yes, you paid" Anan resigned while putting his wallet back in his bag.

"Neither one" Anan said.

"But tomorrow - tomorrow, you're the deal!" said Zidan while raising his eyebrows. And actually just ngerjain Anan.

Making Anan snort angrily, "I retract my words. Basic do not want to lose" Anan back inward.

"Good! And hopefully that day is our last meeting" said Anan still upset.

Zidan frowned raising one of his eyebrows. Then raised both corners of his lips because of anxiety with the expression displayed Anan.

"I went to the toilet first" Anan said then stepped away from Zidan towards his destination.

After Anan's death, Zidan grabbed his cellphone lying on the table and pressed the outgoing call menu on his phone screen.

"I want to open a restaurant with a nusantara menu" he said.

"You set everything up, I want it two weeks from now to start operating" he said, then closed the call.

Zidan just called the manager who helped him manage his three restaurants in this city which all serve the outside menu, call it Western, Japanese and Italian.

Zidan, the son of doctor Sandra who is a culinary hobby abroad. From this hobby, until he managed to establish three restaurants in two years. He has been doing this work since the second semester in college. Currently, Zidan is still listed as one of the final semester medical students at one of the city's top campuses. Previously, Zidan wanted to continue his education abroad, but his mother did not allow it on the grounds, because Zidan was the only child. So he became to pursue this world in order to still be able to enjoy the outside cuisine with satisfaction in the country.

He was also often invited by his papa to join the company, but he refused on the grounds of a busy schedule. He was afraid of not being able to divide his time between college, managing restaurants, and working in companies.

Anan sat back in his place, "Thank you for everything you did for me today, I will try sometime to repay your kindness" he said.

"Then I'm first."

Anan stood up to walk away.

"Wait!" prevent Zidan.

"I'll drive you."

Not yet Anan refused, "I don't accept rejection!"

Anan sat back down, "Here's your phone!" ask Zidan.

Zidan types something on Anan's phone and returns it.

"There's my number here, don't hesitate to call me."

Anan then reads the screen of his phone featuring 'My Hero Zidan' there as the name of the contact. Anan frowning.

"Try calling!" get Zidan.

And Anan, who was like a dried leaf flying in the wind, followed Zidan's words.

Zidan's phone rang, then he turned it off. He re-typed something, but this time on his own phone.

"Now! Funny right?" Zidan showed me his phone screen.

Anan turns his back, reads the name of the contact on Zidan's phone.

"Replace!" Anan did not accept the name pinned to him on Zidan's phone.

"Come on! I'll drive you home."

Zidan did not care at all Anan who objected. He moved from his seat to leave the place followed by Anan who tailed behind him.

At the same place, someone was staring at them with a dislike gaze from earlier. That's Arya.