TALAQ
Part 148 TALAQ.
This lunch event went well with a typical menu of villagers, botok lamtoro, greens asem, tempe goreng, fried pindang, sambel terasi, rempeyek, and fried chicken krispi. The Cakra family chose to eat typical kampung food because in Jakarta it is very difficult to find kampung food ingredients, especially lamtoro, considering the Cakra family if shopping rarely to the market often in supermarkets.
After lunch I helped his ART mbak Priska to pack the leftovers, dishes and also help to wash the dishes, I don't know if there's any wind, Mr. Chess is following in the kitchen to help wash the dishes.
"Sir, let me wash the dishes with mbak Afifah, mbak rest only." sir Chess ordered on ART mbak Priska.
"Don't sir, let me do it myself," refused ART on the polite Chess sir" It's better if Afifah just accompany mom and dad, it's my job." Priska's ART instead bothered me not to need to help her.
"Bak pa-pa mbak at home I'm also used to washing my own dishes," I replied politely "If Mr. Chess wants to help us, please just mbak mbak clean so fast." my orders to Chess sir.
"Mbak Afifah and Pak chess are funny, the time to call the future husband kok sir, mbok who is friendly you mbak, and also Pak Catur time calling mbak." spontaneous chirps from ART by Priska.
Hearing the words from his ART mbak Priska I was a little surprised, where did he know.
"Don't be surprised mbak, my wong also participated in preparing the mbak application event so I know mbak," said his ART mbak Priska.
"Sir, this could be, it's a habit to call sir, so it's hard to change it" I said while washing dishes.
"Actually, there has been a special call mbak, just yes not used to it, right Dinda." said Mr. Chess while darkening the dishes that I have washed clean.
"She!" exclaim ART mbak Priska confused.
"Dinda Afifah mbak." Chess sir clarified.
"Oalah, sweet yo sir out playing ludruk yes sir." chirps ARTnya mbak Priska in accompanied by amused laughter.
I heard the babble they both laughed too, don't think yo just weird call idea from Mr. Chess.
"Let's be different, mbak, not so Dinda, let's look real, if darling, darling, honey ah less fit, because my future wife is unique mbak, so I want her call is also unique." mr. Chess makes clear his intent and purpose.
"Dating, mbak." replied the Chess sir casually as he darkened the dishes.
"Titip glasses yes, Fah, because I want to pack, thank you." mbak Irma immediately put a glass near me and left us.
"Yes, just put it down, let me wash it" I said still while washing other utensils.
"Sir, please move on this one is done and please wipe it dry so that the mbaknya who set it." my orders to Mr. Chess lightly like a superior who gave direction to his employees.
"No, sir, Dinda, now not in the office but at home, call the new Kangmas I lift, otherwise I will still stand here." said Mr. Catur anxious.
"Astaqfirullah hal'adzim, well Kangmas please move in yes, do not be ashamed at see mbaknya." my protest.
His ART mbak Priska increasingly frowned upon hearing my conversation with Mr. Chess, let alone hearing the words Dinda and Kangmas.
"Sir, please help me, stay the two of them let them clean the kitchen, if you stay here you can wet the bed, because they both play ludruk (ketoprak)." mbak Priska's orders on his ART.
"Yes, buk." answered his ART still with a cheering laugh I washed my hands first.
"Mbak Pris, you pay a lot of money, you wash a General Manager and secretary of Cakra Lima!" exclaim Mr. Chess remains busy wiping kitchen utensils.
"If I am in this house I will be the boss!" exclaimed mbak Priska "Ma, fortunately mama quickly nglamar Afifah, if you do not know anymore how to nasip my sister, look now!" exclaim mbak Priska while shaking his head.
"Let's Pris, don't flirt with your sister and Afifa, pity Afifa, Ton help Afifa who is right lest you touch her." mama exclaimed in a rather loud voice because she was in the middle room.
"Big, ma!"
Hearing them talk I answered nothing, but in my heart laughed with the familiarity of all of them, whereas between the mother of Priska and the family of Cakra there was no blood bond, however, the Cakra family still treats Mbak Priska the same as their biological children. The comfort and familiarity of the Cakra family is felt, a very extraordinary gift of having a harmonious family like the Cakra family, plus the hardness of them all.