TALAQ
Part 228 TALAQ.

One plate of boiled bananas was in front of me, but it was strange that the banana was so different.

"Well, the banana stew is like a gini?" ask me "It's a banana Ijo ya that Dad boiled." guess me.

My husband was confused, answering "Yes do not know Bund, there are bananas I boiled." replied Mr. Chess honestly.

"Mak Qib !" seruku called mbak Qibtiyah.

"Yes buk." Ma'am Qibtiyah came out of the kitchen.

"What boiled this man was an ijo banana?" I'm a little upset.

"Yes buk, because the banana kepoknya already fried all the same father, was I said to be fried all so yes already fried all." explained mbak Qibtiyah honestly.

"I want a braised banana, I don't want this banana to be bad." I'm a little irritated.

"Gawat, Ton, this son of yours is more complicated, rich." prisca said.

"Yes mbak, used to be twins, whatever was eaten, even I craved, Even if the cravings are not strange." explained Mr. Chess as it is.

"Well, I want a braised banana, but I don't want you to buy me a mat." I whine.

"Mbak Pris where there are people selling bananas in the afternoon like this ?" ask my husband to Mr. Priska.

"I don't know Ton either, please tell the security guard they usually know." suggested Mr. Priska

"I don't want to be bought by the security guard." I immediately protested to hear the proposal mbak Priska.

"Allah hu Akbar, yes mother father will buy." my husband relented when after work he had not rested at all.

"Well, well no need, no so, do not buy ask to Jamal mass only" I said suddenly.

"Where did you know Jamal had a banana?" ask my husband.

"So Dad said" I said casually while eating the boiled in front of me.

"Yes, if so now I call Jamal first, hopefully the banana is still there" replied Mr. Chess.

[Assalamu'alaikum mas] mr. caturv

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[His braid is still, my wife wants to ask Banana from the sampean] Mr. Chess.

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[I'm there now, before they both lash out] Mr. Chess.

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"How is Dad?" I asked when my husband hung up his phone call with Jamal.

"Alhamdulillah, there is still not taken by the buyer." explained Mr. Chess with a face sumringah "It's a sweet child don't frown yes, I will follow the will of this father's child." my husband said softly as he stroked my flat stomach wrapped in a robe.

"Your son will be a Ton girl, look at your wife's face more beautiful." said Priska.

"Hopefully let it be more complete, " replied Mr. Chess "Yes Susan I go first." Pamit pak Catur's.

"I'm coming!" afriana Exclamation.

"I'm also coming with Om." exclaimed Rahma not to be left behind.

"Come." take Mr. Chess.

The three of them went to Jamal's mass house after saying goodbye, at five in the afternoon, yes five in the afternoon the three of them left for Jamal's mass house just to take the banana I wanted. After their departure mbak Priska accompanied to care for my twin son with in the rock mbak Inayah, yes this afternoon mbak schedule mbak Inayah who entered work. Adzan magrib reverberated Mr. Chess sent me a message and said if the three of them had just arrived at Jamal's mass house. I was in the prayer house together with other residents this time mbak Priska who became Imam because my husband was not at home. Because Mr. Chess and the kids haven't come home yet then dinner is waiting for them all to come. Exactly adzan isya' reverberated car sir Chess entered the yard, I peeked from the inside of the Chess pack out first, then opened the door for the children so that the children come out first, so that the children come out first, I saw Afriana carrying a black crackle whatever it contained I do not know, while Mr. Chess from the car lowered a single horn of a banana kepok already mateng, golden yellow color is very appetizing. Afriana and Rahma entered happily as if they were getting a diamond.

"Assalamu'alaikum." exclaimed the two of them "Brought in roasted chicken with Puh Yah." now only Afriana exclaimed while thrusting black crackle at me

"Alhamdulillah." I said.

"I want to eat roast chicken." now Rahma who voiced with her cheer.

"Yes, but you wash your hands clean, you can eat." I told them.

Afriana and Rahma ran towards the sink to wash their hands while I carried the crackle to the dining table, I opened the black crackle half of the roasted chicken, with a distinctive aroma of roasted spices. Yes I'm very familiar with the form of chicken kampung or chicken cut inject.

"Dear mother, still want to eat boiled slices if not, if you still want me to boil for you" said Mr. Chess who was beside me.

"Mas robbed what a lot of bananas." I asked while arranging food on the dining table.

"Yes robbed of Jamal's mass." said my husband lightly.

"Mother how's the banana?" ask Chess to me.

"Tomorrow mas, now I want to ngincip chicken roast kaya really good." I said.

"Alright, tell dad if you need anything." ask him gently Chess.

"It's delicious chicken." chirped mbak Priska who was sitting on the dining table chair.

"It looks like it." I said.

"Hum, Auntie, Already."the voices of the two boys together while the twins are now in his room accompanied by mbak Inayah to play.

The five of us enjoyed a perfunctory dinner, half a roast chicken from mbak Yah, and our menu today is very simple, asem vegetables, botok lemtoro, pinangd and krupuk. Afriana and Rahma very greedy dinner with a side dish of roasted chicken, as well as me, I who in fact do not like chicken is now also tempted to enjoy the roast chicken.