Chapter 6. Galangal fried chicken Tragedy

Kriiing .... Kriiing ....

The alarm clock rings.

At 4 AM in the morning, when we were in the village we were awakened by the dawn call to prayer. Won't it be the same here.

I immediately took a shower and got ready for the morning prayer. Yesterday Amelia asked to bring lunch to school. Ordered chicken on the menu, but not Kentucky chicken.

Last night, I cooked galangal chicken. The chicken is seasoned and  the galangal is grated. I made more seasoned chicken stew. So it fast to serve it, just fry it. Fried until dry, it's good eaten with white rice.

This menu is Wisnu's favorite. If we cook this, the rice in the jar will be finished by him quickly. I smile when I remember that memories . How to eat at the boarding house? He has been studying at a state university in Malang for six months.

"Mama, don't worry. Wishnu is in the dormitory, I have lots of friends. I can arrange my meal. Don't worry, OK?" He calmed me down when I asked about his diet habit. He lives in a dormitory inside the campus area, so it's safer.

My son is more independent, he is my strength. He was also the one who supported me when I parted ways with Bram. He strengthened me when I cried and even tried to comfort me, even though I knew he was also disappointed with his father.

Be good there my son!...

"Miss Rani was awake earlier? Sorry I'm late" said Bik Inah, startling me.

"Just now, Bik. This is fried chicken."

"When did you start cooking? Hmmm... smells so good.. Mrs. Rani when you cook makes my tummy hungry. I would clean up in front. Instead of drooling here," said Bik Inah, chuckling. I smiled at her act.

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"Good morning, Aunt." I am ready to go to school. She's so beautiful.

"You drink milk first, okay. You also eat your bread. You must have breakfast," I said while holding out a glass of milk. She drank a little, then continued to put on her shoes.

"Come on, here's the bread. Aaak ...," I said, feeding her with bread.

"Auntie, I will eat in the car. Is this my lunch?. Thank you, Aunt. Love you. Muach..." She kissed me and ran in a hurry.

Hmmm ....

Kids are the same. Always in a hurry when to go to school.

I continued my work in the kitchen, once again checking today's shopping.

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Shopping list done!. After Mr. Kusuma left for work, Bik Inah will go shopping. I have prepared breakfast. A glass of black coffee, a little sugar and bread. Breakfast for the rich people is unlike in our village, if we don't eat rice it's not a meal, but a snack. Hehehe.

"Morning!"

"Morning, Mr. Kusuma. Please have breakfast. I have prepared it," I said.

"Apart the briefcase, is there anything else to bring, sir?" I asked to make sure I didn't miss anything.

"Oh I forgot! There's a blue folder, it's a project proposal in Bali. Make sure it's in the bag!" shouted Tuan Kusuma while enjoying his breakfast.

"Rani! Rani!"  He shouted at me again. I was in the office room and ran to him.  What is this? Am I wrong?

"What's this smell, huh!?" Tuan Kusuma stood in the kitchen sniffing for the smells.

"What smell, sir?"

"It smells like cooking. What are you cooking?"

Oh my gosh, it smells like cooking. I think it smells like shit or something. He smelled the rest of the galangal chicken that Amelia had brought.

"O the smell of food? I cooked galangal chicken for Amelia's lunch," I explained while showing some of the leftover chicken. Take a little to taste.

"Hmmm, delicious. Why are you hiding from me?!" he said while taking a piece of chicken. "This afternoon, I want this to be sent to me, okay? And never hide anything from me, even it's just a piece a food," he threatened, taking another piece of chicken.

"How about the pepes prawns, sir?"

"Tomorrow!" said Mr. Kusuma, then rushed out to go to work.

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The shopping list is ready, Bik Inah and Pak Maman are leaving. I'm still struggling with these folders that I have not had time to learn.

Dret ... dret ... dret ....

The working phone vibrated, I call it the working phone because it's specifically for work. There is a complete telephone number associated with this house.

Amelia sent a w******p message.

I saw photos of her eating the lunch she brought earlier. There are two photos, entitled before and after. Photos of food are still full and photos of empty boxes.

[Thank you dear Aunt. Love you]

I smiled reading it. Alhamdulillah.

( Love you too]

[Auntie, my friend likes it too]

[Tomorrow we will make 25 lunch boxes like before. I want to treat my friend]

[The portion is increased]

[Love you]

What...!?

25 boxes of galangal fried chicken!?

This is a tragedy!

overnight will grate galangal ....

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