DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 199: THE DINING TABLE

    The atmosphere outside the house is quite crowded. Especially on the streets towards the town square, many young people are hanging out. Not only young children, parents who invite their children also a lot out of the house. Sure, every Sunday night, where the place is always crowded. Usually the workers and employees on pay or payday every Saturday. They want to have fun with money. For young people, want to invite their girlfriends to seek entertainment. For the elders, want to invite their children to snack. So do not be surprised if street stalls five who sell dinner or as a place of angkringan so crowded, filled with buyers.

    Likewise Irul, who intends to buy bakmi and fried rice. He went to his subscription fried rice stall, which has been selling since he became Babah Ho's employee. It used to be his employee Babah Ho, every time he wanted to buy fried rice, but it always did not, because dear with the money if only just for snacks. Her siblings need to pay for school. Only if given money wages by customers whose goods are delivered to his house, he just bought fried rice. That was the past, when Irul was still very short in terms of money. But after having money, he never emanate if he had to buy fried rice or bakmi to eat with his family and his brothers and nephews. Moreover, Irul and Indra do not have children. It will spoil his nephews.

     The front fried rice stalls of the market were crowded by buyers. Irul has ordered. But you have to be patient for a moment because you have to wait for your turn. It's okay, sitting next to the frying pan, waiting while chatting with the seller who has known Irul since Irul was still working in the market first.

    "What kind of house is this Irul from the store? Kok nglegakke came here alone." asked the fried rice seller.

    "From Babah Ho's house .... It's purposely here to buy dinner." replied Irul.

    "Lhoh ..., is Babah Ho's house occupied by Mas Irul?" the seller asked in surprise.

    "No .... There's a grandson staying there. But if the daily clean yes the Parmo, his wife Nur who is pretentious I told you to buy fried rice here .." replied Irul.

    "Ooo .... Now the house is actually so nice and looks twin .." said the seller who is still cooking the buyer's order.

    "Yes, Iha used to be occupied by Koh Han is not maintained .... After Koh Han died, he was treated by Mr. Jamil." said Irul.

    "Lhoh ..., Koh Han who used to be in the market is dead, Mas Irul?" ask the seller who does not know.

    "For a long time .... About two years ago ..." replied Irul.

    "The words of the market people, Koh Han are stingy yes, Mas Irul ..." said the seller.

    "Have ..., do not need to discuss the ugliness of people who have died" said Irul.

    "Hehe .... Habits yes, Mum .... This, Mas Irul .... Two fried rice, two fried bakmi. Monggo ..." said the seller, who handed him a package of fried rice and noodles in crackle plastic.

    "Nriv .... Maturneva ...." Irul accepted and immediately took her home. Of course it has been awaited by Indra and Melian.

    Arriving at Melian's house, Irul came to bring food orders directly in. Melian and Ms. Indra immediately stood up, and headed to the place to eat. Prepare plates and cutlery. Melian opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold water. Put it on the dining table. Then take three glasses from the shelf.

    Meanwhile, Indra had already put food into the plate. Two packs of bakmi and one pack of fried rice. While the other fried rice is still in the package.

    "Come, we eat ..." said Indra who had sat down and faced a plate of fried bakmi.

    "Ashiiiik ........" Melian immediately joined the stand sitting to the right of Indra. Two seats are filled.

    "Where is mine ...?" ask Irul who finally sat opposite Melian and Indra, across the table.

    "This .... Spicy fried rice ..." said Indra who immediately served her husband's plate.

    "Hemmm ..., delicious ..." said Melian who had started eating her fried noodles.

    "Where ..., try ...?!" said Irul who wanted to try.

    "Niiih ..." said Melian who had fed a spoonful of fried noodles to Irul's mouth.

    Irul instantly opened his mouth and accepted Melian's bribe. Then chew the fried noodles that have entered the mouth.

    "Ah .., not good ..." said Irul with a smiley face.

    "Taste, the hell ...?! Usually delicious yes ..." said Indra who did not believe, then took the fried noodles a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Then he said, "Ah ..., yummy ...!" indra rebutted while looking at her husband.

    "Where, try ...?!" irul said while smiling again.

    Then Indra took a spoonful of fried noodles from his plate. Then she put it in her husband's mouth.

    "Nnu ....! Cobain ...!" said Indra who had fed her husband.

    "Taste, the hell ...?! Try, where ...? I want to taste having Miss Indra" said the curious Melian. Then Melian immediately stuck out her fork, and stabbed the bakmi Cik Indra on the plate. Then put it in his mouth. Must want to feel the bakmi that Cik Indra eats, which he said Mas Irul delicious.

    "Ah .., Mas Irul lied .... It feels the same, yes .... Mine is the same as Cik Indra it feels the same .... Equally delicious." said Melian who had tasted fried noodles owned by Cik Indra.

    "Mahaha ...." Irul laughed, already able to prank Melian. And it's nice to tease Melian.

    "Oh .... Basis Mas Irul .... Want to taste bakmi temennya .... Now where ..., what does fried rice taste like ...?" replace Melian wanted to know the taste of fried rice that Irul ate.

    "No good ..." replied Irul who while pulling his plate was kept away from Melian.

    "Iih ..., Mas Irul ...!!! Mas Irul stingy ...!!" said Melian who had poured out a spoon, but could not take the fried rice that had been kept away by Irul.

    "Nuh ...! Just try a little ..." said Irul who then took a spoonful of fried rice, and bribed it to Melian.

    Melian instantly opened her mouth, being fed by Irul. Then chew on the fried rice, enjoying the taste.

    "Uh ..., lie ...!! This is delicious, yes .." said Melian who had enjoyed the fried rice, and said it was delicious.

    "Mahaha ...." Irul laughs because he can fight Melian.

    "If you want to add fried rice, there is still a package ..." said Indra who showed the fried rice package that is still in the plastic crackle.

    "Yes, Miss Indra .... Later we eat both, yes ..." said Melian who would also want to enjoy the fried rice.

    "Yes .." replied Indra who wanted to please Melian, who had been considered as her own sister.

    But of course to eat fried noodles as full if coupled with fried rice, definitely not exhausted. Therefore Indra immediately gave some of her services to her husband.

    "Mas Irul .., I added the fried noodles, yes ..." said Indra to her husband, who had brought the dishes closer to Irul's fried rice plate which had lived half. Then give some of the fried noodles to her husband.

    "Don't be too much, Dek ..." said Irul to his wife.

    "Yes .... Later want to add fried rice, Mas ..." said Indra.

    Seeing Indra who gave some of his services to Irul, surely Melian became ngiri. At least later Cik Indra will add fried rice can run out a lot. Worrying about him going a little. So Melian also participated in giving some of her fried noodles to Irul.

    "Iih ..., Ms. Indra cheated .... Mine also I subtract ah .... Nih, Mas Irul ..." then Melian has given some of her tubinya on Irul's plate. Although only a little, but has made Irul plate back full of fried noodles that was given by his wife, and now added by Melian.

    "Wadm .... This keeps me the one who eats the most ..." said Irul who was already facing a plate full of fried noodles.

    "No, Mas .... This we both also want to add fried rice kok ..." said Indra who had opened the package of fried rice. Then take a little put on his plate. Then give the rest to Melian.

    "This, that's half for Melian .... Where's your plate?" indra said while giving the fried rice and pouring it onto Melian's plate. Finally Melian plate back full with the addition of fried rice.

    "Iih ..., how much do I have, Ms ...?" melian protests.

    "No papa .... Later if it does not run out, leave it to the person who will spend ..." said Indra as his hand pointed at Irul.

    "Oh, yes ....." Melian smiled happily, looking at Irul, who would definitely be a target for food waste.

    "Nh ...?! How come on keep on bullying me ...?!" Irul.

    The three of them enjoyed their dinner. Of course with jovial joking and looks very happy. And of course, while eating is also interspersed with exciting stories. Even feeding each other. Especially Irul, who was targeted by his wife and Melian.

    Their dinner looks really friendly. It will definitely add to their enjoyment of eating. Until the fried noodles and fried rice were completely exhausted without any residue.