It's Not My fault, Sir!
Chapters 134. Soto Banjar
"This brother, later heard Doctor Emy embarrassed dong," replied Elfa while whispering in Juan Mahardika's ear.
Smiling and glancing at the doctor sitting next to his beloved wife, Juan Mahardika shifted her seat closer. Hugging his waist and rubbing his back waist, "He didn't hear."
"Have you finished today's meeting?"
"Have El gone to Balikpapan now or tomorrow morning?"
Elfa frowned, already impatient to visit Zero Point IKN. If you leave tomorrow morning, you will definitely waste a lot of time and need a break. Must register also because it will stay in a hotel not in an apartment like the one in Samarinda.
"After dusk we leave, tomorrow morning El will visit Point No IKN so as not to be hot."
"Well, this afternoon El doesn't want to take a walk in Samarinda?"
"El just want to go to the Islamic Center alone, perform worship there before leaving for Balikpapan."
"Ok ready, all set up soon."
There are company employees who are in charge of preparing all the needs of Elfa and Juan Mahardika while in Samarinda and Balikpapan. Will travel via toll road to Balikpapan with company employees. The private plane is already at Sultan Aji Muhammad Sulaiman International Airport, Spinggan Balikpapan.
Almost before the magrib, Elfa and Juan Mahardika and a team of doctors were already in the Islamic Center Mosque Samarinda. The mosque became one of the icons of Samarinda City, Kalimantan. The grandest and second largest mosque in Southeast Asia after Istiqlal Mosque Jakarta.
The Islamic Center Samarinda Mosque is located right on the banks of the Mahakam River. The mosque stands firm and becomes the pride of the local community. The mosque is not only used as a place of worship, but the center of civilization and religious tourism.
"That's a great mosque, Akak."
"Yes earlier Akak read on the internet this mosque is a blend of European, Middle Eastern and Indonesian architecture. The architectural style can be seen from the dome of the mosque which adopts the dome model of the Hagia Sophia Mosque of Turkey and its tower design is inspired by the minaret of the Nabawi Mosque."
"El was reminded of the late Oma Anna and Opa Ali."
"Better we just go in, pray and pray for him both!"
"Snakes too, let's go in!"
Elfa and Juan Mahardika wait until Isya just came out of the Islamic Center Mosque Samarinda. Out of the neighborhood of the mosque deliberately looking for dinner around the mosque. There is something that makes Elfa curious about the typical food that is opposite the mosque, namely soto banjar.
"Akak El wants to eat that," said Elfa while pointing to a small restaurant with the inscription 'Soto Banjar Acil Misna'
"Come, I really like the soup of this soto!"
"Have you ever eaten?"
"Often, when Akak comes here often eat soto banjar but do not use rice."
"So what's dong wearing?"
"There are two options, dear. Can use rice or lontong."
"Do not know what the condition is from soto banjar what?"
"No, I'll ask Acil directly for the sale."
"What is Acil?"
"Acil's an artinat aunty or aunt."
"Ooo ...."
While concocting Soto Banjar, a middle-aged woman called Acil Misna explained about Soto Banjar. The spiced chicken was born in the middle of the Banjar tribe community in Kalimantan. You could say also this dish is one of the most popular dishes from Kalimantan.
Based on chicken village, this soto has its own uniqueness. That is the spice enriched with nutmeg seed spices, cloves, and cinnamon. There are also those who add some cardamom grains to the boiled water of soto soup which is increasingly savory thanks to Chicken Broth.
What makes this soto even more special is the addition of milk into the broth so that the soto sauce looks more turbid. There are also those who add the beaten chicken eggs to the broth. So that the cendering looks white like coconut milk but it feels light and not thick.
"How, Honey?" juan Mahardika asked when El had just tasted a spoonful of soto banjar sauce.
"It feels so bad, brother. Especially cardamom and cinnamon."
"El like?"
"Like, I don't use rice or lontong?"
"No, Akak likes his soto, usually Akak runs out of two bowls. El also want me to order two bowls?"
"El one bowl with lontong is full."
At around ten o'clock in the evening, we arrived at the five-star Balikpapan hotel on the beach. Immediately rest in the room so that tomorrow can be fit to visit the desired tour. Before going to bed Elfa does the routine as usual to clean the face and wear night cream.
"Come here, honey. Don't stay in front of the glass!" Juan Maharika patted the bed next to him.
"If I'm sleepy, El isn't sleepy yet."
"Well, don't get sleepy yet, hurry up!"
"Why not?"
Smiling at the knot, Juan Mahardika did not answer Elfa's question. Just wave your hand to quickly come and lie on the side. Remembered Doctor Emy Hartanti's talk this afternoon and wanted to check in on her own.
"Why is she smiling to herself?"
"Later El will know too, come quickly, I'm impatient!"
Doubtfully Elfa approached the husband who was already lying on the bed. Can only guess for sure will mode as usual before going to bed. It has become a habit that is rarely left behind since it can act and lost the trauma of the wife.
"Aren't you going to want to see the features mentioned by Doctor Emy there aren't on El's peak?"
"Eeee ...?" Elfa crossed both hands on the chest.
"Come on, I'm curious!"
"No need to be checked, Akak."
"Must dong, honey. I have to be the first to know that those traits exist."
"Just look, yeah, not mode?"
"No promise, I'll open it myself!"
One by one the clothes were slowly released and El was still sitting on the bedside. Pay close attention to one of the peaks that already looks real. Remember the doctor's redder words, "The color isn't red, honey."
"Thank you?" Elfa took a quick look.
"Try to see if it's faster?" Juan Mahardika just slowly poked the mound with his index finger.
"Don't get stabbed like that!"
"Is it pain?"
"No, but so ...?" Elfa did not continue with her words by closing her mouth.
Juan Mahardika looked up at Elfa's face that covered her mouth and a face that was flushed with embarrassment, "So what?"
Elfa shook her head wanting to cover one mound that looked real. Quickly Juan Mahardika held Elfa's hand, "Don't close the dong, dear. I don't know what El Pingin is?"
