TALAQ
Part 220 TALAQ.

Sunny afternoon, the seven of us went to my parents' house by car, Mr. Chess as the driver, before coming I had told my parents that I and my family would come, we all had dinner together at my parents' house. Ever since I got married and stayed at my most husband's house only once every two weeks because of my husband's busyness that makes us rarely go anywhere.

The car drove slowly while enjoying the afternoon air, before setting off I accidentally order food at a famous restaurant in Madiun city, Madiun, I hope if I have ordered food my mother does not need to bother to cook especially Nafisa also has a toddler who is almost two years old and is also active so it has been made sure that Nafisa will be crammed with baby himself.

In just thirty minutes we had all reached the yard of my parents' second home, we got off the car Afriana, Afwa and Afwi had already splashed out of the car first.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mbah!" afriana Exclamation followed by the sound of Afwa and Afwi powder.

"Wa'alaikum, the greetings of my grandchildren have arrived." my mother and father greeted us with joy, Afriana shook hands with my parents as well as Afwa and Afwi, my mother and father carried and kissed them.

"Bak Fi, Fi, mas Wa, Wi" cedal sound from his son Nafisa who just woke up adds to the atmosphere more exciting.

"Assalamu'alaikum, my mother's father is healthy." My husband and I greeted my parents with ta'dzim.

"Come, go in all." my mother and father ordered.

"Mbak Fah, Mum." Nafisa cheered us both.

"Healthy, Breath." I said.

Now that the children are engrossed in the world, the four of them have been scattered somewhere under the supervision of the mother of Inayah and mbak Qibtiyah.

"Tumben, this is the troupe?" asked my mother while putting a drink on the mat where we lesehan.

"Yes buk, in fact we are here to give good news to the Father and Ibuk, thank God we both get trust again, the grandson of the Father and Mother will increase again." mr. Chess explained to both of my parents.

"Alhamdulillah." My parents both thanked me for hearing the good news delivered by my husband.

"Happy, glad that Ibuk's grandson will grow up again." My mother radiated a joy.

"Alhamdulillah mbak Fah, wes I lost!" exclaimed Nafisa excited and immediately hugged me.

"Lose, it's e race." chirped my mother.

"Yes, not so Buk." said Nafisa cuek.

"Fauzan work less than the maximum, so it's not so-so," chirped my husband while eating a snack of boiled beans that have been provided by my parents" Harvest beans Pak?" ask my husband who is so engrossed in boiled peanuts.

"Alhamdulillah harvest a little from the back of the house, and it was only yesterday in the midget." explained the father.

"Worthy, sweet." praised Mr. Chess.

"How many months Fah?" ask ibukku.

"It's only been seven weeks" I said, "Ain't there a banana?" my many.

"Make what?" ask ibukku.

"I want a fried banana, but I want a kepok banana from my mother's own kebon." I obviously saw the boiled banana on the plate.

"Sorry, are bananas still?" ask my mother to Nafisa

"I, would, would you please fry." I asked.

"If it is fried." pinta my mother.

"Let me just Buk, maybe my wife again cravings wong usually also never strange like this." mr. Chess immediately stood up without complaining.

"Yo wes." said my mother remained seated.

My husband and I headed to the kitchen "Where's the banana?" I shouted because we went straight to the kitchen without knowing where to put the banana.

"Wo, iyo mbak, I took it for a while, I had put it in the cage." replied Nafisa "This is mbak." not how long Nafisa had thrust four beans of banana kepok.

"Don't my son be a crewet, the first cravings for fried bananas." chirped my husband, deftly making flour dough for fried bananas.

I didn't answer, I just sat in the chair in the kitchen, from outside I heard the babbling of the children and my parents I didn't know what they were doing, laughter colored their together especially with the sound of powder from my son and son Nafisa very dominating the excitement of purity.

"Well, where's the oil?" ask husband.

"Astaqfirullah hal'adzim, Mas, forgot not to buy," replied Nafisa "After I bought in the shop first."

"Kok can run out to Naf." I asked.

"Yes, the plan will be later to the stall." replied Nafisa who had stepped away.

I watched my husband's movements peeling bananas, and now four bananas have been peeled and already in fan-shaped slices. I am not surprised with my husband he is very reliable in all things although sometimes the results are not in accordance with the facts, but if the matter of cooking is good, the results are not so bad.

"This is the oil!" exclaim Nafisa who just returned from the stall while carrying a kilo of cooking oil and a comb of banana kepok.

"Where'd you get a banana from Naf?" my many.

"Buy in the stall, happened to be there, the banana fry time is only four, the troops are one company, I also want who knows when to crave." oceh Nafisa without sin while putting her groceries on the table.

"Don't mix, Mas, that's four dulukan!" my door.

"Every Mother Dear." replied Mr. Chess with a smile.

"Mas, fried have another mbak Fah let me fry myself, but this is also a banana from the back" said Nafisa while peeling a banana.

"You mean Naf?" ask my husband to be curious.

"Lawong Pisangannya just last afternoon I sell in the stall, uh now I buy again." said Nafisa.

My husband and I laughed, hearing the explanation from Nafisa, how not funny bananas are just sold in buy again.

"Naf, actually you bought what you took again." I asked.

"Yes, I bought a tapu but still my selling price earlier." replied Nafisa with a laugh.