Chosen Female
Chapters 2. Visit of Old Friends Dad

That day was hot.

Aisyah's father came home from school riding an Astrea grand motorcycle. In the past people said Astrea motor butut, now many people are looking for a modification. Many times people have come to offer the price of the old motorcycle, but Mr. Annas still survive. To the extent that Mr. Annas writes where he always parked, NOT FOR SALE!!!!

"Assalamualaik...''

Mr. Annas said his greetings, then sat on the terrace chair while taking off his shoes.

"Waalaikum greetings... I've come home." welcome Ms. Arum while kissing Mr. Annas' hand.

"Aisyah, bring here the cup of tea you've made at the kitchen table. Let's drink it still warm."

Aisyah came out carrying a cup containing warm tea for her father. Then kissed his father's hands.

"Makasi ya Ais... have you prayed?"

"It's dad, "Aisyah replied while nodding.

"Where is school today, Dad?" ask mother.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly as usual Ma'am. Most kind of busy because soon the final exam" replied the father as he sipped his tea.

"Look yuk Well, lunch. Aisyah has cooked asem vegetables with fried fish. Must have been like this lunch to eat vegetables." invite mom.

"May I be able. Daddy wants to taste dad's daughter's cooking, what delicious salty "father's ledek.

Aisyah laughed a little. Remember the vegetable lodehnya that failed because most ngasi salt.

"Please well.this time the cuisine of Aisha insya Allah does not disappoint. Ais already asked the mother chef to nyicip first kok hahahaha ..."

"Where's Ma.... Passed not this time...?"

Mom snapped a finger.

"Start with 90 yah. Our daughter is cooking now. We can find a future husband" replied the mother with a smile and wink to the father.

"Ibuuuuuuuuu...." Aisyah let out a long scream while closing her ears, while father and mother laughed together.

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As usual, the children started to arrive. Aisyah prepared to teach them to teach again after the congregational magrib prayer. Teach little girls to read iqro' patiently. While the mother taught the girls to read juz amma. The father behind the hijab teaches the boys.

Their low voices chant the verses of the Qur'an. Bringing peace to the heart that hears it.

Usually learning to teach ends fifteen minutes before azan isya reverberate. And the children disperse after congregational prayers.

Aisyah and Bu Arum were clearing the iqro' and the Qur'an, when the sound of cars stopped in front of their houses. Mother came out of the mosque to see who the guests were coming, while Aisyah continued to clean up.

Maybe it's dad's guest, or dad's coworker. Aisyah was not interested in looking out the mushola.

Shortly after that, Adzan. I went back into the mosque with two men. They pray together. After the prayer, Aisyah entered the house through the side door.

Realizing Aisyah's presence, the mother immediately waved her hand to signal for Aisyah to help cook.

Aisyah took over the spatula. Flip the fish that starts to dry and help peel the onions.

"Who's Dad's guest, Mom? Tumben kok mom cook immediately. Are they having dinner here?" Aisyah curious.

"That's Mr. Reporter, Ais, my old friend. Who used to live in our village, whose house is near the puskesmas, but now moved to Pekanbaru. You still want to? "

Aisyah silence. Remembering who mother meant. There is no picture of who Mr. Hartawan mentioned mother.

"Don't remember? That's the same ndegil boy, spoiled, crybaby, skipping school as ngumpet behind our house if again in search of his mama."

Ayesha remembered. Boy, he was several years older than Aisyah. Very naughty, often punished for skipping school. Bad boys are also whiny. Hahahaha that's what he is. So the father's guest is the father of the crybaby.

"Yes Ma'am, Ayesha just remembered. Name of that bad boy. Om Reporter's husband Aunt Sandra is mom..."

"It's so thick."

"Tumben om Reporters play here, ma'am."

"Yes no papa you know Ais. keep the relationship is important. Three yes, make dad and the driver."

Aisyah nodded. Making coffee is Aisyah's specialty. Dad always praised his coffee. Feels fitting. No sweetness, no bitterness.

Three cups of coffee are finished. Aisyah put the cup in a green tray, then handed it to the mother.

"This ma'am is done."

Mother greeted the coffee tray and rushed her to the living room. Aisyah headed to the stove, looking at the vegetables that were being cooked by the mother. Oooo apparently mom cook capcay. Aisyah scooping a piece of meatballs. Taste it. Then scoop up another piece of broccoli. Tasteless. Maybe she had not been given salt by her mother.

Aisha experimenting. Give half a spoonful of salt, a pinch of powdered broth and a little sugar . Stirred, then tasted.

Hmmmm. .. It feels good.

Mom went back into the kitchen.

"Mom has ice give salt. Try tasting Mom less."

Mom took the spoon that was stretched out Ice. Smoke a little vegetable, then mangosteen.

"What's less, Mom?"

Mom thumbs up.

"Pass. Steady. More good at cooking now Mom's daughter."

All that was praised was ge-er's smile.

Hahaha not free cooking course with mom. Soon again I can cook rich mom 😁😁