183 Days of Being a Lover
5. Lunch

When Mr. Sultan, Mrs Claudia and Rahma were talking, a maid brought a glass of syrup and two cups of tea. The maid placed a glass filled with syrup in front of Rahma's table and placed the cup in front of the table of Mr. Sultan and Ms. Claudia.

“Bi, the cake is ripe yet?” ask Claudia's mother.

“Already, Mom. Being dismembered with Bi Wiwiek,” replied Bi Esin.

“If it has been cut into pieces bring the cake here!” said Claudia's mother.

“Good, Mom,” replied Bi Esin.

Claudia's mother gave Bi Esin a bollen banana. “Please place on the cake plate, then bring it again here!” said Claudia's mother.

“Good, Mom,” replied Bi Esin. Bi Esin brought the bollen banana to the kitchen.

Mr. Sultan, Ms. Cladia and Rahma continued their discussion. They talked about common things, considering they were just getting acquainted. So I don't know one yet.  Suddenly Rendi entered the house. He entered through the garage. His clothes looked a little wet because he had just finished washing the car.

Mr. Sultan and Ms. Claudia immediately stopped talking when they saw Rendi.

“Directly shower, yes Ren! Later when you have a shower join here. Grandpa wants to introduce you to Rahma,” Claudia's mother said.

“Have met earlier in front,” replied Rendi coldly. Rendi glanced at Rahma who sat in front of Pak Sultan.

Claudia's mother held her breath. He must be able to persuade Rendi to join them.  Otherwise, Mr. Sultan would be angry because he felt his guests were underestimated by Rendi.

“There is no harm if you join too. Moreover, chatting while accompanied by a banana bolen and a cup of coffee, must be delicious,” said Claudia's mother patiently. The stubborn joints cannot be resisted by force must be resisted with gentleness.

“Iya,” Reply Rendi. Rendi left the family room and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Bi Esin came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of bollen bananas and sponge cake. The smell of sponge cake spread everywhere making people want to taste the cake. Bi Esin put the cake on the sofa table after which he returned to the kitchen.

“Nih, cobain cake made by Aunt.” Claudia's mother thrust a plate containing sponge cake into Rahma. Rahma took a piece of cake using a small plate that had been provided on the table. Rahma ate the cake and chewed and enjoyed the cake.

“The cake is delicious,” praise Rahma.

“Thank you,” says Ms. Claudia.

“Claudia pinter making cake. Almost every day he makes Grandpa cakes. Fortunately Grandpa did not become fat,” said Mr. Sultan.

Twenty minutes later Rendi came out of her room. He took a shower and changed his clothes. Rendi sat next to Sultan.

“Rahma, meet this Rendi Grandpa's only granddaughter.” Pak Sultan embraced Rendi's shoulder. Rahma nodded her head at Rendi.

“Ren, this is Rahma. The person who helped Grandpa when Grandpa sprained his leg,” said Mr. Sultan.

“He is ASN in a ministry agency located on Padjadjaran road,” continued Pak Sultan.

Oh, so he helped grandpa. Who am I kirain? Because his arrival made a scene in the whole house. Grandfather prepared for his arrival just like the arrival of a great guest, Rendi said inwardly.

Bi Wiiwiek came from the dining room and approached them. “Bu, lunch is ready,” Bi Wiwiek said.

“Good, Bi,” said Ms. Claudia. Bi Wiwiek returned to the kitchen.

“Come, we'll have lunch first! The food is ready,” Claudia's mother said. They got off the couch and walked to the dining table. On the dining table there is plenty of food. The food presented is not Sundanese food but more modern food.

They sit in the dining chair.

“Tante does not know what your favorite, so Aunty cook food that is liked by many people,” said Ms. Claudia.

Claudia's mother brought food for Mr. Sultan. Rahma and Rendi take their own food. They also enjoyed their lunch. The food that was served tasted good all, it seemed like Claudia Pinter's mother was cooking.

“The food is all good, Aunt,” praise Rahma after they finish lunch.

“Alhamdullilah if you like. Bi Wiwiek and Bi Esin are cooking everything. Aunty only gives command,” said Claudia's mother.

After they finished eating, they returned to the living room. They continued their conversation.

At two o'clock in the afternoon Rahma pamit came home because he had not prayed dzuhur and there was still work to be completed. Rahma felt sad if hitchhiking prayers at the house of Pak Sultan. Rahma chose to pray at the boarding place only. After all, from the Nyland road to the boarding place is not too far away. Just gotta mutter a little.

“Why hurry home?” ask Claudia's mother when Rahma returns home.

“Rahma still got work. On Tuesday Rahma had to leave for Lampung,” replied Rahma.

“What's to Lampung?” ask Mr. Sultan.

“Office car rails. The same rame-rame with office friends,” replied Rahma.

“Be careful when leaving for Lampung!” message from Sultan.

“Good, Cake,” replied Rahma.

“Wait a minute.” Claudia's mother walked towards the dining room. Not long after that he returned with a cloth bag.

“This is for Rahma dinner.” Claudia's mother gave a cloth bag to Rahma.

“Not bother, Aunt,” says Rahma. He felt bad for having troubled Claudia's mother.

“Receive it, Rahma. Claudia prepared a lot of food for Rahma,” said Mr. Sultan.

“Whenever you come home to the challenge, all of you play here,” said Ms. Claudia.

“Thank you, Aunt, Grandpa, Mr. Rendi. May Allah repay the kindness of Aunt, Grandpa and Mr. Rendi,” Rahma said.

“Aamiin,” replied Mr. Sultan and Ms. Claudia.

“I'm going home. Assalamualaikum,” Rahma said.

“Waalaikumsalam,” everyone answer.

Rahma walked out of the Sultan's house. He headed to his motorbike parked near the guard post. Mr. Sultan and Ms. Claudia drove Rahma to the front of the house. Rahma put a cloth bag in front and she put on a helmet. He pushed his motorbike out of the courtyard of Mr. Sultan's house.

“Be careful driving the motor!” said Mr. Sultan.

“Iya, Cake,” replied Rahma.

Rahma runs her motorbike leaving the house of Mr. Sultan. Mr. Sultan and Ms. Claudia went back inside the house. In the family room Rendi was eating a banana bolen accompanied by a coffee.

“Enak not banana bolennya?” Sultan took one banana.

“Customize it,” replied Rendi while chewing a bolen banana.

Sultan sat on the couch and ate a banana. After finishing eating a bolen banana and drinking coffee until it runs out, Rendy stands up. He wants to go back to his room. Just as he was about to walk, suddenly Mr. Sultan said, “Sit down! There's something Grandpa wants to talk to you about.”