Yesterday, offhandedly, when Rusnati and I were discussing the need for more fish food, she commented on the size of the Ikan Lele--the slimy, bewhiskered, suspected murderous fish currently occupying our pond.
“When they are big enough is Rohemon going to eat them?” I asked.
She nodded, considering. “Munkin, maybe,” and giggled. “Munkin Rohemon and Sugiman."
“Good.” I nodded, remembering the last time she and her daughter Andrea wadded in to catch the pond fish. I want to be there for this Great Lele Capture, too.
Beware! Be warned! slimy monster fish lurk beneath these seemingly harmless drain-clogging water lily leaves.
“Maybe Mister will want to eat them,” Rusnati continued.