It's Not My fault, Sir!
Chapters 179. Fried Toge Rujak Bebeg Taste Savory
Hearing Elfa chuckle, Juan Mahardika immediately sat down while looking at the wall clock. The feeling of being enjoying the spirit of bebeg that is always in the mind. It turns out that enjoying the spirit of bebeg that does not fit the picture is just a dream.
"Honey, where is that weird-tasting voice of bebeg, is it over?"
Elfa chuckled back, "Poor really, want to eat rujak bebeg to delirious." Elfa sat beside Juan Mahardika while hugging her waist.
"Am I delirious?"
"Ho'o, tomorrow we buy rujak bebeg, I'll just go back to sleep!"
"Come with you!"
"Okay, but don't mess around El's still tired!"
"Yes of course, dear."
This morning at seven in the morning, after bathing Juan Mahardika in a casual dress. Relax sitting on a long sofa while enjoying hot coffee and toast. Check work online and email only.
Juan Mahardika deliberately did not go to the office. His mind was still in the shadow of a bebeg who felt strange this morning. Still want to prove if the rujak is the king of fresh sour and spicy. Waiting for Elfa's promised time at ten in the morning in a city park not far from her elite housing complex.
"Aren't you at the office?" asked Elfa who had just come from the dining room.
"I don't want to eat rujak bebeg first."
"Still curious about the mash?"
"Yes, on the tongue Akak still feel eating rujak that tastes savory."
"It's just weird."
Just now Elfa was sitting next to Juan Mahardika, but her love husband directly pressed the off button on the laptop, "Let's go now, honey?"
"It's only seven o'clock more, Akak. Rujak bebeg trades at ten."
"It's okay, all of us take a walk in the fresh air in the park."
"Wait for El to change!"
At eight in the morning Elfa and Juan Maharadika arrived at the city park. The air is still fresh and the atmosphere is still beautiful and not much pollution. Elfa chose to walk without rubbing her footwear.
Shoes held by Juan Mahardika while holding Elfa. Elfa's stomach is increasingly bulging after the age of the womb is almost seven months. Making Juan Mahardika sometimes very worried because the size exceeds the size of pregnant women in general.
Just walking less than one two kilo feet feels heavy. The size of the legs that begin to grow and often tingling makes Elfa not strong to walk far. Whereas in the past every day was able to run more than twenty kilo meters.
"If you're tired, sit on that long bench, honey. Don't force it!"
"Yes, Akak. El was getting tired. Let's get some rest!"
"Do you want to get a foot?" juan Mahardika asked, rubbing Elfa's feet.
"No need, Akak. It's in a public place, danger later if Akak suddenly wants to act."
Juan Mahardika chuckled and sat down beside Elfa. It is certain that every massage therapy is always tipped with plus-plus and mode. What happens if a boomerang heirloom wakes up in the wrong place.
An hour passed by just sitting and talking in jest. There was no sign of the merchant rujak bebeg coming. There was a small entourage that came with the owner's thrust with fried toge inscriptions.
"Where's the dealer, honey?"
"That's just come!" point Elfa at the merchant who just stopped at the end of the city park.
"What's it like toge that small in fry huh?"
Elfa smiled at Juan Mahardika's question. Sometimes the name of the food in Indonesia does not match expectations and how to cook. Although the name fried toge, but how to cook it is not fried.
"Come, I'll see for myself how to cook fried toge. El again lazily explained because the stomach was hungry!"
Juan Mahardika smiled and nodded, just two hours ago Elfa had breakfast one plate of fried rice. The stomach is hungry and wants to enjoy breakfast. Coupling approached the merchant who had just arrived.
"Bang, two fried toge ya!" elfa Message.
"Ready, please sit down!"
Juan Mahardika immediately noticed the fried toge trader who started cooking. Although the name fried toge, actually the process of making is not fried but boiled. Elfa's husband watched intently without blinking as the toge was inserted into the boiling water.
Plus the oncom sauce that wraps yellow noodles that are also boiled first. There are additional tofu and chives increasingly look delicious and delicious. A blend of flavors that produce sweet, sour and savory flavors.
"You want to add lontong, Neng?" ask the Fried Toge Trader.
"By, Bang. I don't want to wear lontong?"
"No, just one plate with a spoon!" juan Mahardika's orders were loud.
While enjoying fried toge, Juan Mahardika still remembered rujak bebeg. For him toge fried raya like rujak bebeg in his dream because it feels savory and a little sour. The tongue feels like a stranger when it is the first time to enjoy fried toge.
"Darling, this feels like a little rujak in Akak's dream this morning."
"Thank you?"
"Yes, there's savory and slightly sour."
Although the taste was the same as in a dream, Juan Mahardika still spent a plate of fried toge, but his memory continues to be fixed on the spirit of bebeg, "It's over, dear. When did that rujak bebeg come?"
"Wait a minute. Try asking the fried toge merchant!"
"Totally so."
Juan Mahardika just looked back and asked without standing from her seat, "What time did you come?"
"Change rujak bebeg is usually the new ten o'clock coming," replied the merchant toge fry while looking at the highway.
The coincidence that was just talked about came from a distance, "That Abah came!" The Fried Toge merchant pointed in the direction across the street.
There was a white-haired old man with a medium stature who was carrying two small box-shaped troupes. Wearing black squat, aware of black clothes, loose pants and a large belt in green.
His aged and wrinkled body did not dampen his spirit to carry heavy-looking merchandise. The power still looks strong even though the long wood on the shoulders looks curved down. Stay upbeat with a smiling face to the passerby.
Elfa's eyes did not blink looking at the merchant rujak bebeg from a distance until he placed the merchandise beside the fried toge troupe. At first glance Elfa recalled her childhood seeing the silhouette of an old man called Abah by a fried toge merchant. Moreover, Elfa saw when the Abah was stretching his hands and looked only back.
It was as if Elfa was looking at a photo of an old man who had Raffa's house. The old man who was often looked at by Mami Mitha with tears, "Oh Allah, Rob, why did El remember Abah Asep?" monologue lirih.
