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PAREWANG 6

"Science Objection??" I can hardly believe Abu's reply.

How is it possible, the mother had been struggling in wells, mattresses, and kitchens so where it might be understood that science.

Some of him is the type of person who does not believe in superstition, so there is no way dong in learning so much science.

"But how can Abu, what kind of science do you have?" ask me curious

"Your mother inherited knowledge from Mbah Gondo, Mbah Kung Mu," Abu replied

The man paused his words for a moment then sipped the sweet tea I was serving.

If Mbah Kung has a handle or a science I still believe, but if you find it hard for me to believe.

"Actually if your mother only mastered one science it probably wouldn't be like this. In addition to inheriting knowledge from Mbah Gondo, your mother who was so afraid of losing your late father actually put up a stack so that your father does not turn away from him,"

Immediately I became weak to hear the answer from Abu Musa.

"So that's so, ash, how should I go?" tanyaku pasrah

Abu Musa then said that he would help Mother release one by one her black magic.

Of course it makes me feel relieved.

Shortly after Abu came home, Mom called. He asked me to come to the food stall.

I immediately turned on my motorbike darting towards the food stall that was in the square.

Upon arrival there, I was so surprised because the stalls were so crowded. It's different when I run it. I asked my mother to help serve the guests, because all the servants were overwhelmed serving so many customers that day.

Even mommy stepped in to take the buyer's order to his desk.

I remember the words of Abu Musa who said my mother had a lot of grip.

Did you wear a penglaris??

Instantly I was stunned when mom handed me the tray filled with customer orders.

"Anterin to table number 46, don't daydream!" mommy's making me surprised

"Okay, ma'am," I immediately headed to table number 46 to deliver the order.

Out of curiosity I tried asking a customer who really enjoyed the food.

"Good day mom, can I have a minute?"

"Monggo mas," replied the woman kindly

I started asking her about the taste of our food stall cooking.

"Honestly, of all the food stalls in this city, only the food stalls of bu Sri which taste really nampol. And the most delicious and special thing in this shop is the rice. I don't know why the rice tastes so good. So even without chicken, the rice is actually delicious, but if you add fried chicken, it is more delicious. That's why I always eat here even at home. I don't know why the rice of Sri Mbak makes nagibih. But yesterday it was different, so since mbak Sri is sick and this stall is held by others Kok taste different cuisine. It feels so bland and not good in my opinion. That's why I only come once, and don't buy anymore. Eh.. pas was there a neighbor who said he mbak Sri already healthy and already keep the stall again I came directly here to try again rice pollennya. Well this taste of rice is the same as usual, really delicious Bu Sri's cuisine. Make a bill, and I always look back again, again, and again!" answer one customer with enthusiasm

"Oh so, ma'am, thank you for the info" I replied

"Who do you know who is rich?" ask the woman

"Not Ma'am," I replied blushing in embarrassment at being called an artist

Not satisfied with just hearing one answer from a customer, I asked the same thing with other customers and it was true that the answer was almost the same.

The average person who comes to our food stalls, most like the rice in this stall.

Now I understand why mom always told me to learn to pound rice, apparently this is the reason.

So what makes the rame of the food stall Mother is the rice pounded from the antique mortar given Mbah Kung. It is fitting that mothers always take care of dimples is like taking care of a valuable item.

For a moment my mind began to drift indeterminately. I even had time to think if the dimple was like a sacred object or an heirloom that could bring customers or a kind of seller.

Suddenly my daydreams were stunned when a servant called me.

"Mas, Mother mas.." said a waitress with a panicked face.

"Mother why?" ask me curious

"Mother.." said the woman, pointing to the kitchen.

I immediately rushed to the kitchen to see what was going on. There I saw my mother scolding an employee who was still using her face. Mother tried to pull the face worn by the servant and put it on and continued to scold him with harsh words.

Essentially Mother forbids the waiter to do prayer zuhur when the stall is crowded. Mother said prayers can be postponed when the stalls are not crowded or after lunch hour is finished.

"If you still want to work here then postpone the prayer, after all the prayer can not bring money!" maki Mom with her judes face

But I saw the waiter still insisted on praying, because the time had already shown at half-three in the afternoon.

"I'm sorry, but I've been delaying prayers from earlier. Soon ashar ma'am, so it can't be delayed any longer," replied the waiter lowered his face

Mother looked annoyed at the woman's reply and continued to grumble. I immediately approached Mom and tried to calm her down.

But the mother was still angry and did not tolerate the girl's excuses.

Mom got angry when she saw me letting the waitress pray.

"You are not too soft if the same servant, later the others will follow him to visit his rich," mother grumbled

"Sorry Mom, but now it's not too rame so just let him pray first. There are still many other servants who will serve customers,"

I don't seem to want to hear my explanation. He left while turning his face away. Looking at the servants who seemed to be watching us I tried to give them an explanation so that they did not misunderstand my mother.

Because after all I do not want the name of the mother damaged because it prohibits its employees to pray.

I even gave a notice to the servants so that they could pray alternately so that they could still carry out their obligations even though they were busy working.

At half-five I also get ready to go home, especially the stalls are deserted and will be closed.

I saw mom fixing her makeup on the cashier's desk. Mom instantly woke up from her seat when she saw a herbalist. Mother hurriedly ran as the herbalist did not hear her call.

In a hurry she fell to the floor. Soon I approached the unconscious ibuki and immediately fled to the hospital.