(Former) Prince's Wife
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Approving Kusuma's proposal, I finally opened a small shop in front of the house.

As a man, the aroma and taste of Kusuma cuisine is very delicious.

Apparently that was also felt by my neighbors. They've gathered in front of my house.

In droves the hard workers ordered Kusuma's cooking.

I got overwhelmed by wrapping mixed rice and side dishes for them.

How long have I not served this way?

In the village I used to help my budhe who also sells side dishes when Ramadan arrived. Only Ramadan because her husband does not want to make her tired.

Although the two have not been blessed with children until now, there are no signs of commotion between them. Our home is only five houses away.

Uncle who is an electronic service manager never thought of looking for another.

"It's nice to be a newlywed. I remember fourteen years ago" said one woman wearing a khaki brown dress.

I smiled awkwardly. I knew the mothers were teasing me and Kusuma because there were only mothers and a girl in a junior high school uniform.

Couldn't that be the newlywed girl?

"Udah don't be teased later I'll lose the wrapper. Come on, let's not speed up, don't beat these mothers. They want another honeymoon, followed by a trip tracked by the newlyweds," other mothers timpal accompanied by laughter.

I'm a little stunned. When did I ever go on vacation with my husband? I mean my ex-husband.

I got a treasure, but a vacation? It was only like accompanying him to work, two or three times a year.

The rest? Just house, hall, mall, and go home.

"Darling, quick to count. RT's mom's waiting."

I glared when I heard the call. Kusuma smiled with a face.

"RT's mom wants a message to make arisan at her house this afternoon" Kusuma explained before I reached for the man.

It is not unusual for residents here to order cuisine suddenly, either for private or event.

At the end of the alley there is a resto that provides all that.

It's also a good opportunity for us. Kusuma's cuisine is very good.

"You willing?" many doubt.

Kusuma's been struggling in the kitchen since dawn. I'm afraid he's exhausted. He is, after all, a young master.

I, who rested from the world of civilization and farming for three years, felt very tired.

This morning I only washed two sets of clothes and helped Kusuma peel the seasoning, already feeling very tired.

"I don't have a problem. The origin is peeled off. That's what takes time."

"good. I'll call Wati and her husband."

We are busy with our own work. I calculated the cost of cooking orders RT mother, while Kusuma made fried food from the remaining vegetables.

The smell is delicious.

"You're very good at cooking all the ingredients."

"I'm a former chef at a five-star hotel."

"Oh.."

I just ber oh ria. Do not know too well know the ins and outs of the brothers Mas Indra. Just their names, their genealogy, and their standing within the hall.

The rest, I don't know much.

"Come shopping! In the market, if the noon cadaver all the goods run out. Can't we go shopping at the mall? Which we've lost."

"Yes, one minute!!"

Kusul Kusuma is already cool on the bike.

Whether intentionally or not, the man drove his bike very fast. It made me have to put my hands on her stomach.

There was a distinctive scent of Mas Indra on his sweaty back.

A scent reminiscent of long nights.

Is the smell of Mas Indra's family sweat all the same?

I can't tell this smell apart.

Kulirik Kusuma's face was soaked with sweat. I can assure you he never hots into the market.

Time showed at half-eight in the morning and the sunlight was already shining brightly.

A thread of sweat kept falling from his face, as he lifted up the gleaming kilos of vegetables and fruit.

Me? Just lifting plastic seasoning is not much.

The man was reluctant to trouble the woman, he said.

"You wear perfume?" manya curious.

"No. Why?"

"You look like someone."

"Your husband?"

I laughed when I didn't answer. It seems the man knows the answer is, yes.

"I and him ate grass from the same field. Every month we also have to do the treatment of the same spice. And although our homes are different, our water is from the same source."

Kusuma stopped his words as he turned. The man glanced at the rearview mirror that reflected my face.

"But you can feel a different smell if you smell my skin directly. Wanna?"

I hit the helmet on his head. His words are very humbling!

Who would want to act like that?

Not continuing the conversation, we all focus on cooking RT mother order.

Kusuma, the man, can't talk while cooking.

I also have no intention of disturbing him. With Wati, I'm sufficing all the seasonings. While Faris prepares the package. He can't peel the spices.

Before Ashar came, all the dishes were ready. I told Wati to deliver everything.

I wasn't ready to hand over any proof of my identity and Kusuma wasn't bound by anything.

In the house of the great man, it is not a taboo thing there are servants and guards who are other people.

Unlike if in the house of ordinary residents, of course it will cause questions even though I said Kusuma as my bodyguard.

I still need Kusuma. Fear at any time Mas Indra came after recovering from his illness.

Remembering the man wrapped in bandages all over his body, my heart was piqued, my mind fixed on him.

Kepo, would love to ask about the news.

But, for what?

He and I have no relationship. His presence in the hospital was not necessarily because he was looking for me.

I could have been too confident looking for that guy.

Be loved, ulam arrived. Just thinking about it, his name appeared on the phone screen.

I let that ring to death.

It was only on the third ring that I picked up the phone from him.

His greeting sounded very weak. I even heard her sobs.

Is that sick?

I still have no voice except when I answer his greetings.

The person behind the phone seems to have trouble speaking.

Did his accident break his vocal cords so he couldn't speak to me?

"What's up, mas?" tanyaku later.

Raising hands on Wati who RT mother told asked for additional menu for parcels.

I'm closing the speaker and mic on the phone. Indra still did not speak.

I extended my neck and turned to Kusuma who was arranging the cooking. The intention is that the rest of RT's mother's cooking will be sold again later in the afternoon.

Turns out RT's mom asked for extra.

"Yum! It's wrapped in a big plastic, keep it on Faris. Ms. RT asked for a pack."

"Ready, baby."

I didn't answer his temptation. I put the phone back in my ear.

Apparently Mas Indra has voiced.

"Sorry, mom. It didn't sound like."

I heard a rough breath on the other end of the phone. Does he seem angry? Or why? The sound of his breathing sounded bad.

"Go home, Giwa. Aden fever.."

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