Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
208. Fried rice Abang - Abang
"Aminin a minute, Mi. Let me hurry up and get that candidate," pinta Ustad Yunus with lips that look a little pursed. It seemed that he did not like it, with the facial expression that Uminya displayed. Especially coupled with the oddity, like being literate.
"Yes if that's of course dong." Umi Mae directly touched her son's right shoulder, then gently stroked it. "Umi will definitely pray. It's one of Umi's wishes from the past .. that is to have grandchildren from you."
"Well .. that's good." Ustad Yunus immediately flashed a smile.
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[Accounts ... Miss Naya, it's me Jonah.]
[Sorry, am I bothering Miss?]
Two chats have been successfully sent by Ustad Yunus. And he is currently sitting in front of the terrace of the mosque while coffee waiting for a reply.
Ting!
30 Minutes, finally the chat was successfully avenged by Naya.
[Greetings walaikum. I'm sorry I just got wrapped up, I finished dinner, sir.]
[Have you eaten yourself?]
Once reply turned out to be directly two, and it was a success to make Ustad Jonah smile sweetly accompanied by both cheeks that looked red.
[Already, Miss. And am I bothering you now?]
[No, Sir. But just call me Naya, no need to be called Miss.] Naya retaliated.
[All right, thank you. You don't need to call me Father either. Maybe something else, even though I look old.]
[Eemm ... hold what, huh? 🤔]
[If Abi how? 🤭]
[Abi?] Ustad Jonah replied with a face that seemed to be wondering. [This pagans in the sense of calling a child to his Father, or as a wife calling her husband, Nay?]
[Better wife to husband. Uh but we're not husband and wife 🤭.]
Ustad Yunus's face became red. Although he knew that Naya was most just joking, but it was undeniable that she felt happy with the contents of the chat. And his heart was pounding too. 'It turned out to be his son too. I thought I would jutek, if through chat.'
[Eemm ... What if you just have a brother? I think it's better. Agreed no?] Naya sent her a reply again.
[Can.]
[Oh yes, Nay. Sorry... Can I ask you something?]
[By, Bang.]
[Sorry, if this sounds sensitive. But I guess I should know, do you have a partner or not? You see, I am afraid .. if there will be an angry person, if I contact you and invite you to meet to give a sovenir.]
[Look easy, Bang. I'm still alone.]
[Athamdullah ..] Ustad Jonah wrote the word while sighing with relief and cheering inwardly. 'Is this the so-called sprout of the beloved of ulan arrived? But, can I hope first?'
[Alhamdulillah? 🤔🙄]
[Now what's the bales, Bang? Do you know me. .. do you know I am single?]
[Duh ... seems to be, huh? If I am happy.]
[Yes. It even seems like both cheeks are already red now 😚😂]
Ustad Yunus looked directly around the terrace of the mosque. Though there was no one there, but he imagined that Naya was around. Because he seems to know, how red both cheeks are now.
[You're a fortune teller, huh? Or shaman?] Ustad Jonah replied.
[Not both tuh😄. But I do have a sixth sense, Bang.]
[Times, anyway?]
[Yes ... proof that I could have guessed Brother earlier.]
[Thank you now, what color do I wear?] Challenge Ustad Yunus.
[Shortly ... I'm open first 😑...]
[Short-sleeved maroon red shirts. Really no?] Two chat at once Naya reply, only 5 minutes apart.
Ustad Yunus immediately rounded his eyes, because astonishment turned out that the woman's guess was correct. Either it's just a coincidence, or it's true that he has a vision. But success, made him chuckle.
[Wah ... great! Your guess is very precise, Nay.]
[Tuuuuhh right, did I say, Bang. I do have 🤣🤣.]
[No, Bang. Just calm. Most occasionally make someone shower 🙈]
[Dih .. don't dong, Nay. I can't take a shower. The eyes later.]
[Kidding, Bang 😁️.]
[Tomorrow are you busy, Nay? I have plans to meet.]
[No, Bang. Let's meet, but where?]
[It's up to you to choose. But we'll have lunch, Nay.]
[Oh that. Yes, tomorrow .. I will tell you the place, yes? Choose also which is right.]
[Okay, Nay. Just let me know, will you?"]
[Ready, Bang.]
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Meanwhile, at Joe's house.
Syifa sniffed from her deep sleep when she heard the sound of the open door. It was Joe who just came in.
"Where are you out of?" syifa asked as Joe had sat on the bed, next to her lying down. The man's face looked bent, for some reason.
"From the kitchen, Yang," replied Joe who was lethargic.
"Well? Laper?"
"Yes. But I'm getting fried rice like that, Yang." Joe rubbed his own stomach which suddenly sounded the sound of worms.
"Do you want me to make it?" bargain Syifa and immediately pull her body up to sit. "I made it, A?"
"No, Yang!" reject Joe. He also arrested Syifa who was about to get off the bed.
"Why?"
"So Auntie actually made me some fried rice."
"Lho, why don't you wake me up? Let me make it. Why wake up Auntie? I'm Aa's wife. Oh ... is my fried rice not good, huh? So Aa chose Auntie to do it, because Aa thinks she's a lot better?" cerocos Syifa with hunting breath. His face looked irritated, and it seemed like he was starting to get emotional.
Joe had the wrong word.
"Don't you, Yang, don't you!" refute Joe with a headband, then embrace the wife's shoulder and kiss her forehead. "This has nothing to do with comparing your homemade fried rice and Aunt's."
"Keep what?" ketus Syifa while chopping lips.
"Actually, I'm going to eat fried rice made by Abang-Abang roadside, Yang."
"Lho. yes just buy it, A. Messages online can. Then why did Aa just ask Auntie to make it?" Syifa's forehead instantly flinched, because she felt confused herself.
"The problem .. I asked him to eat his fried rice directly in his dish, Yang. Keep eating seven."
"Seven? Who's the same, A?"
"Well you, Robert, Abi, Umi, Papi, Mami and me. So it's seven." Joe showed off his finger showing the number 7.
"Eating directly in seven?" Syifa repeated, what Joe said. And the man nodded quickly. "But why must it be straight from the frying pan? And why should Aa take me, Robert, Papi, Mami, Abi and Umi all? It's night, A. They must be sleeping."
"Can be built, Yang. If you're ready, we're leaving now."
"We go to their house, make a wake-up one-on-one?"
"Yes." Yeah." Joe nodded.
"Fear not to bother, anyway, A. This is malem ...." Syifa also stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It shows at 23:40. "Middle age 12, A."
"Try there first, when they haven't slept. Abi will often watch soap operas until night," said Joe.
"But first love the reason, why would Aa want us to eat rame-rame in a fried rice pan? It looks weird, anyway, A?" Syifa scratched the top of her long hair, which suddenly felt itchy.
"You know, Yang, my reason."
"What?"
"Yes because of the pincen. I'm laper." Joe rubbed his stomach back.
"The lager' is Aa himself, while I'm not and not necessarily the others also join the lager. Then why should we eat?"
"Yes, you must meet me. That's it, Yang. Come on, you want to, yeah, I don't sleep until morning?" whining Joe who looks like a child asking for candy, his hand then pulled Syifa to make the woman's body stand.
...Not sure, the others on mau😂🤣...