TALAQ
Part 221 TALAQ.
The excitement of the three of us in the kitchen made the children come to us, probably smelling the fragrance of my husband's fried pisan.
"Na ma ma na na, nen nen nen." Afwi's voice came up to me to ask Asi.
"Let's go, baby," soon I get Afwi to drink Asi "Well, I'll nurse the kids first, the banana should not be eaten." I ordered while giving Asi.
"Afri where's mbak?" I asked Inayah and Qibtiyah.
"In front of playing with his friend." said mbak Qibtiyah.
"Yes, it's just fine." I said.
"Let me fry the banana," said Qibtiyah, offering help to the Chess.
"No need to mbak, ibuk again cravings fried bananas made me, mbak rest alone" said Mr. Catur.
"Yes, your brother Qib sits down, guests are forbidden to work." said Nafisa who just finished making banana dough.
"Forgive me, let me fry you all." Chess sir.
"Yes, Naf, let the fried masmu stayen ae, your son will be fussy" I said.
"Anaku if it's the same mbahnya he won't fuss anyway mbak, most now also he's a toy in front, with other children." replied Nafisa relaxed.
"Sorry, the banana bring it here." asked my husband.
"It's a mas, fried this one used to be for children." pinta Nafisa thrusting bananas that have been wrapped in rich spring rolls.
"This is what to Naf? When did you make the lumpia?" my husband asked as he observed the banana wrapped in lumpia skin.
"This is called piscok and this is pisju." replied Nafisa while pointing at two kinds of lumpia wrap.
"What's that?" asked my husband while frowning his forehead curiously.
"Piscok is a brown banana if pisju banana is a cheese mas, children usually like it." explained Nafisa.
"Oalah." My husband was mangosteen while frying a banana.
"Fry it don't be long lo mas, it will be charred because the lumoiae skin is thin." oech Nafisa.
"Hemmm." replied my husband.
"This is for my dear Mother" said Nafisa while offering a plate of fried bananas are still warm." And mas Afwi sweet slowly drink, Mas Afwi nennya not spent yes sisain for little sister in the belly of Mother." babble Nafisa while caressing the head of Afwi who was drinking Asi.
"You are what the hell Naf, Naf." I said.
Ma'am Inayah who was beside me laughed giggling at the ravings of Nafisa who was dreadful.
"It's still a little bit of a fuss at eating mbak, the banana!" the command of Nafisa who sits beside me.
"Hmm." I said directly I comot one fried banana made by my husband.
"Don't ask for one?" goda Afifa.
"Same bus mom Naf is funny, exactly big sister." chirped mbak Inayah with a giggling smile.
"Yes, that's what they were, I used to think Nafisa was her biological sister mother, the end of them was just drying rice together, even though at that time she served as my secretary." obviously, Mr. Chess, frying a banana.
"Well, mom can dry the rice as well as the mother's time to dry the rice?" mbak Inayah and mbak Qibtiyah did not believe.
"Wong ndeso ya can obviously to mbak." said Nafisa confident.
"But the mas finally fell in love with the rice sunsmith right." chirped Nafisa.
We all laughed together, Mr. Chess by itself told me how the peejalnnnya first to be able to marry me. Mbak Qibtiyah and Mbak Inayah who just knew so astonished.
"It is fitting that my dear father is the same mother, lawong ibuk is like a diamond." praise Mbak Qibtiyah.
"Rame once what the hell is it?" ask my mom who just came into the kitchen.
"The people to Buk, ngalor ngidul not kaluan," said "Come Afwa would not drink? Here baby." I drop off the Afwi now replace the Afwa I'm after.
"If this is the way and still add one more can be catur mas not part nen nen his dong." chirped Nafisa without sin.
"O Allah Naf, what are you devils?" grumbling.
"Who says not part, yo tetep part dong Naf." said Pak Catur follow somplak like Nafisa.
"The devil is Fauzan." replied Nafisa lightly.
"Snake out!" exclaim my mother "Fried-fried kok ya while guyonan."
"Let's not feel hot buk, anyways can rarely cook while rich guyon gini." said Mr. Chess a little calm.
"Every day here masakin is also okay mas kok mas." said Nafisa.
"Tuh, Naf has died you take it forward and love it to the children and see your son." my mother ordered.
"Let me just do the giving." said Qibtiyah politely.
"No, let's be mad, let's have Nafisa." chuckled my mother.
"Yes, buk." Nafisa immediately brought a plate of brown bananas and cheese bananas to give the children who were playing in the front yard.
"This is not fried e le, you just rest." pinta my mother.
"It is difficult to rest and play with children only, I once mask bust ibuk" said Mr. Chess politely.
"You're so hot that your sweat all the way up" said my mother.
"Let salt not add salt." I chirped.
All of us in the kitchen were laughing together again, from the outside I heard the voice of Nafisa who was telling the children to stop playing and wash their hands.
"Washing hands here let's eat fried bananas, which do not wash hands can not fried bananas lo, do not forget before eating pray first!" exclaims Nafisa soft, Nafisa as a kindergarten teacher is very flexible with children.