The Father Boy
ALA65'S CHAT. Cuisine Key
"Can withdraw money at the ATM, this I want to go out with Zuhdi all take money at the ATM. Cali I brought ya?" Givan immediately turned around again and walked away.
Izza was as sensitive as that for anything.
"Biuuuu, YouTube." Cala pointed to the television.
"Yes, Deck. And YouTube." Canda immediately switched his mode.
"What do you want to snack on, Dek?" Canda pointed to the delivery of the food messaging app to her daughter-in-law.
Izza glanced, he shook his head back. "No, Biyung." N**** eating is still bad, let alone the fever has not completely subsided.
"Don't be that cake, Dek. Just point, what do you want. Do you think her in-laws are stingy, right? Biyung same father never count." Canda immediately issued a word that her mother-in-law often said when she had just moved in with her in-laws.
"It's not like that, Biyung. I'm just full" Izza smiled faintly.
"There was no satiety, the man had lunch too. It's hungry again in the afternoon." Canda chose his own menu of interesting foods in his eyes.
"No cheesecake, Dek? Or…." Canda continued to roll his thumb on the screen of his phone.
"Do you have any advice on what food is good?" Canda looked at his daughter-in-law.
He forgot his job folding clothes, he instead let Izza fold clothes and he was engrossed in looking at the menu of interesting food on his phone. Izza thought, that familiar with in-laws is by way of lightening his work. His mind grew further, as his in-laws wanted him to stay here because they needed his energy.
He did not know that the bad thoughts would collapse as he understood about this family. He thinks too bad, because yesterday he always visited only as a guest who likes to chat.
She smiled at her husband who had just returned home. But her husband had not yet approached her. Suddenly, her husband was summoned by her uncle-in-law.
"Zp…. Here…."
Izza turned his gaze to look for the source of the voice, he felt familiar with the call. "Yes, Brother." Izza went down the terrace stairs slowly.
"Here, cobain." Key invited Izza into his house, after he finished taking out the trash.
"What, Brother?" Izza circulated his gaze as he entered the house.
The floor is not visible in this house, because the toys are so scattered everywhere. The quiet fa'ad near the wall of the living room without the sofa, like not mind the state of the house that is so messy. Kaleel also looks comfortable playing mobile phone in the middle of his toys scattered everywhere, he so enjoyed the smell of his father's armpits are close to his nose.
"Don't salfok." Key chuckled by touching Izza's arm. "So that if the fathers are told to take care of the child, the important henchmen he said. Let's go to the TV room, I cooked earlier, there are still a lot of loh, yuk eatenin." Key pointed to a stainless basin that still contained green shells mixed with noodles.
Izza gawked at the cuisine. He felt foreign, with the mixed contents of the cuisine. There are shrimp, virgin clams, green clams, medium-sized fish cut in half, as well as noodles and vegetables.
"What's the name of the dish, brother?" Izza sat in front of the food.
"Either, but it's delicious. I like spice experiments, yes sometimes delicious sometimes not tasty. Eggs too, not just spiced or fried. Sometimes I'm a vegetable, sometimes I mix it to a stir-fry. Bang Fa'ad did eat, what he provided anyway. But he did have a meal schedule should use beef, because again want muscle gedein he said. Let's not see the gaffer." Key laughed amusedly back and gave Izza a plate.
"Take it, Dek." Key gave Izza a stainless centong.
Izza nodded. "What age is the same as bang Fa'ad?" Izza started stirring the food.
"Different eight years, Deck. It's okay dad said, the important thing is to be careful and responsible. So I accepted the proposal." Key's carrying has always been carefree since childhood.
"That means, the lecturer's own brother huh?" Izza moved the dishes to his plate.
"Yes, the teacher himself. Mamah said anyway, looking deck that dashing kek dad. Isn't bang Fa'ad a little bit distended is that right? But I thought, muscles can be formed. While the opportunity to get men to bang Fa'ad right, can not be formed and planned alone." Key poured his dishes on his plate.
"Not spicy right, Deck. It's spicy pepper, same red spice balado. It's safe for your stomach" Key continued.
"Enak, Brother." Izza was washed away by the taste of the cuisine that Key made.
"Alhamdulillah, a father who chooses food like this is also loyal. Until then, you cook according to SOP seafood processing no." Key chuckles when telling a story.
Izza became curious about her husband's family, let alone about his in-laws. "Indeed, you're baffling about food huh, brother?" Izza again enjoyed the food made by his sister-in-law.
"Daddy bauble if about sea cooking, because this green shellfish should not be too ripe and should not be too fast too. Dad's not picky, but Zio never muntaber time eating green mussels outside. So, it's kind of traumatic for this father that his children are eating and eating green mussels. The simple science too, that of saltwater should be soaked in fresh water. Whereas, that of fresh water should be soaked in salt water. This is the science of the late grandmother anyway, I like the recokin grandma cook, I like the help-help cutin vegetables. Let's have a chat if in the kitchen, it fits, Grandma said, I'd like to say." Key's carefree delivery made Izza comfortable chatting with Key. He felt he did not run out of topics with Key, since long ago he tended to be close to Key.
"What's this family's favorite meal, brother?" Izza was getting curious about her husband's extended family.
"The saffron leaf saffron." Key chuckled amusedly. "Not chicken, not meat, not fish either. Not the young, not the old, if cooked turmeric leaves must be all greedy." Key paused his words for a moment. "Eh, there's more." Key pointed his index finger. "Papaya flower stir-fry. But it's hard, because the cake is rare right. There is one type of papaya tree, which every time it grows can be picked again, because the fruit is difficult to large, said the grandfather. Her name…. Gan*ul papaya fruit. When I was a child, I was right when invited to tour the garden or to the farm with my grandfather. So much knowledge, so much insight and knowledge about plants."
Izza mangosteen listening. "Aren't you bitter, brother?" Izza had seen his mother drink water from decoction of leaves and papaya flowers, which was said to be herbal medicine.
"Bitter, there's a way to do it. We all like to eat natural foods, not because the money wants to be whole, but the original taste is delicious right." Izza laughed amusedly at Key's words, let alone Key's expression so supportive.
"That green juggernaut, I went back and forth in kale, mustard, broccoli, yam leaf. I if here, biyung always order food. He said he was afraid not to doyan biyung cuisine, afraid not to like biyung cuisine." Izza took back the food Key made.
"Because if the biyung is a specialist in stir-fry cooking, besides stir-fry it tastes strange." Key laughed out loud talking about his own mother.
"Yes, Brother?" Izza widened her eyes with Key's laughter.
Key nodded. "But it's good to stir-fry, because to explore the science of the cake. Kal tuh delicious when cooking fish, the flavor is strong, the sweet salty taste is just right. If I, the seasons, if it's good again yes delicious, because it likes improvised spices. Jasmine, good at soup cuisine. You should be able to eat meat, because none of us can." Key delivered with laughter.
Izza disguised the slight pressure with her smile. She never cooked, nothing was always her mother's hand. Now, he at home in-laws must have the ability in the field of cooking.
"But, Brother…." Izza seemed hesitant to say it.
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