Love is Not Done
Chapter 6's
Rushing towards the car parked on the lower deck of the ferry, the families of Ais Wicaksana and Bilandra jostled with other passengers. It just so happens that the passengers of the same ship with them are quite full.
“Sorry I held your hand” whispered Danendra in the ear of Bilandra. Instantly blush on natural Bilandra blush.
“Soalnya crowded, afraid of her you to be pushed down, blisters right I'm sad” Danendra continued his narcissistic sentence that makes the cheek of the tomato redder because of shame and flattered into one.
“Iya nothing, anyways all why rush sigh, slow it can also be yes?” balas Bilandra tried to calm down and set the rhythm of his heart that had been ngedance because of the hands that were tied.
Danendra just smiled coolly in response to Bilandra who covered her tension with her grunts. Yes, of course, they are jostling already habbit passengers citizens +62 if not excited.
It was in the family car of Ais Wicaksana. Danendra was ready behind the wheel, sitting next to his left father Ais and in the middle seat there was mother Ara and Bilandra and Raka was already jammed in the back seat.
“Already entered all ya” asked Danendra throughout the passengers while wearing sunglasses.
“Sudaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, let’s gooooo pack driver” Raka who replied loudly.
“Ganteng” Inner Bilandra momentarily gazed at Danendra's face from the rearview mirror.
His eyes are sharp with his black eyeballs, sharp nose, strong jaw, wrapped in mature brown skin tends to darken adding to the impression of maleness that shakes Bilandra's chest.
"Dream what Yes God can meet and meet men who are able to shake my combo” continued the inner Bilandra who continues to raise admiration.
“Be careful mas outnya” father's voice Ais broke Bilandra's daydreams that were far away in buana.
“Iya father, kayak never tunedirin mas aja sih” Danendra replied with his arrogance.
“Come out of here we find resto first aja mas, lunch all next how, mother wants Bilandra anyway we just add exciting” mother Ara express her intentions.
"Part of being alone, tar is lost again, it's a beauty gini is lost, mending is just a ghost" added Ara mother who mauto blush on Bilandra red blushing.
Without a sound Danendra nodded his head in agreement with the idea of his mother.
Bilandra pulled out her HP and intended to beat the mama. All of you shift the awkwardness of being in the middle of a happy family, yes that is the first impression Bilandra assesses this Danendra family.
Friendly father and mother, slang, humble reminded papa and his mother. And little Raka who is older than the only sister Bilandra who has seen her handsome seedlings.
“Mam, mbak has reached the port of gilimanuk yes, oh yes mam, mam, on the ship mbak acquaintance with the family om Ais and aunt Ara” wrote Blandra in his chat wa column ready to be sent to his mother.
“So earlier briefly met and acquaintance with his two sons, Danendra and Raka, continue to be invited together to get out of the ship, he said, coincidentally they want a vacation in Bali as well and take mobil” Bilandra explained briefly his meeting with the Danendra family.
“Later mbak storyline details yes mam, now mbak out of port first while looking for resto, later we discuss how-how” connect chat Bilandra to mama Udi answer the previous chat.
While slowly the car carrying the family of Ais Wicaksana and Bilandra was already out of the port. The weather started to get hot but very sunny. Positive vibes began to feel, the universe greeted them.
“So we look for resto first ya bun” asked Danendra broke the daydream of each human in the same car.
“Iya mas, briefly try google search first where recommended” replied mother Ara who updated once. Not clumsy at all.
A mother's soft hands glide nimble at her latest iPhone keybord series and surf to cyberspace in search of a recommended resto.
“Ayam Betutu Men Tempeh just how guys” mother Ara recommends a choice of resto based on star review visitors on google.
“Boleh bun, it seems recommended, the star is a lot” reply Ais father who is also scattered on google to find the resto they will visit.
“Lagian deket also well, Just 6 minutes, 1.1km is we have arrived and can eat full” mother Ara more convincing.
And sure enough not more than six minutes the group of father Ais and the gank has reached the intended location, Ayam Betutu Men Tempeh.
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Ayam Betutu is a typical Balinese culinary derived from Gianyar. The history of Ayam Betutu originated from the process of Ni Wayan Tempeh or Men Tempeh originating from the Abiansi region, Gianyar city in 1976. Together with her husband, I Nyoman Suratna from Bangli, Ni Wayan Tempeh founded the Ayam Betutu stall.
Spicy flavor, rich in spices and pungent aromatics is a taste of Ayam Betutu. The name Betutu comes from the words be and tunu. Be means meat, and tunu means to burn. So literally is the meat being burned. Chicken Betutu seduces taste. This culinary is traditionally basically a roasted chicken that is invested with Balinese spices named base genep then roasted in the fire husk. However, seiringin the progress of the making of Ayam Betutu is also done using an oven or other modern roast/burn tools. Actually, Ayam Betutu is a dish for religious ceremonies and traditional ceremonies in Bali, such as otonan, odalan, and also weddings. Chicken from the oven. But because it is famous and famous, this food has become a mainstay menu in Bali and can be enjoyed by tourists who visit there. At present, Ayam Betutu has mushroomed in various corners of the province of Bali to in several regions of Indonesia.
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Mother Ara read the article while explaining to us all the origin of this very famous Betutu Men Tempeh Chicken. We also nodded our heads to understand the explanation of the Mother who transformed into a teacher of history.
“Ahhhh how happy you are to live in an era that is all sophisticated, want to know about what to stay type, want to make what to stay type, want to find a residence type anyway, want to find a residence type, but you have to remember that your finger determines whether you will be nitijen or haters that are not useful or make you smart because you are able to see the world just by typing” Mother Ara messages are packaged with language that is easy to understand, especially there is still Raka who is only seven years old.
There was no answer from his two sons nor Bilandra. The three of them are even fascinated with Mother Ara who is flexible can be transformed into anyone.
