I took the plates and eating utensils and set them up on the table with Muhamed. My parents would go home shortly. Mother said through WA, that she had bought food for us so we just had to make rice but for Muhamed I should ask first what he wants to eating rice or bread for iftar today.
"Med, what do you want to eat, bread or rice?"
"Rice."
"Why, do you want to make fried rice again?"
"No, I'm just tired of bread, I used to eat them a lot in Europe, so I'm tired of it."
"Alright."
I put several hand full of uncooked rice in the rice cooker container then washed it with tap water then cooked it in the magic jar, while waiting for my parents arrival I was playing Playstation with Muhamed, we played sport car racing game, our rivalries were quite fierce to the extent that we sometimes glanced with a cunning cynical glance at each other. The car that I used in the game has almost reached the finish line along with the car that Muhamed use before suddenly...
Nguuung!
"Hohoho, not that easy Ferguso."
"Bacot kamu Muhamed! (shut your mouth Muhamed!)"
"Heheheheh...." he replied with a devilish laugh.
In the middle of the game we heard a voice from the outside. " Assalamualaikum! " It was the voice of my mother, I stood up and walked towards the door with Muhamed after hitting the pause button to pause the game we were playing.
"Wa'alaikumussalaam, wait a moment!" said me answered her greetings.
Klek, Klek
Both of my parents arrived, I kissed their hands followed by Muhamed.
"Are you guys okay? How's your college? Did you guys get trapped in the traffic jam?" my mother asked.
"We did, but there is shortcut that we took so we arrived at our campus on time." I answered, then asked about them.
"How about you guys? Did you guys get trapped because of the blockade?"
"Yes, after we arrived in the airport, we couldn't go straight home because of the awful traffic jam. It was getting better at 2 P.M, but still the traffic jam is quite heavy and so we arrived at this time. By the way, there are snacks and souvenirs for you guys and also our dinner in the car's baggage, please help us carry them in."
"Yes, mom."
"Yes auntie, hvala."
We walked towards the car's baggage. My father pulled out the suitcase from inside the baggage while we started to took those plastic bags that contain souvenirs, snacks and our dinner.
"Punten, om." Said Muhamed to my father.
"Oh, eunya, sok atuh, tulung di mawa ka jero ieu daharan peuting pikeun kita jeung oleh-oleh pikeun nyaraneh. (Oh yes, go ahead, please bring these souvenirs, snacks and our dinner inside. Those souvenirs and snacks are for both of you.)"
"Atur nuhun om! (Thanks uncle!)" said Muhamed giving his thanks.
"Atur nuhun ayah. (Thanks, dad.)" I said my thanks after him.
"Sami-sami (You're welcome)." my father replied.
I brought our dinner in and put it on the table, I took out our dinner from the plastic bag and pour them on the plates while Muhamed brought the souvenirs and snacks into our room.
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Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation
Historical FictionKarim, Muhamed, Ilya, Princess Sofia are college students in Verenigde Staten van Indonesië where the nation is being controlled from the shadows by the outlawed extreme right wing party that wanted to take away the natives freedom by slandering Pri...