2 Flower Stalks
Favorite food

In a very large room, there, yes, the VVIP room that Han ordered is special for today.The atmosphere is comfortable not cold and not hot to adjust the state of the father who is not healthy.Before coming han has spoken to the room stylist to adjust the room temperature who is moderate and comfortable, he does not want to even make the tightness of his father relapse or feel uncomfortable there.

The floor and room decoration are in white with red ornaments in some corners of the room. Beautiful paintings with classic themes, views and much more that have a meaning for everyone who looks at it, as well as small crystal lights and various other wall ornaments increasingly make a luxurious impression there.Get neatly arranged fresh colorful flowers in the middle of the table are also some candles that light up there.

The table is also made of white marble coated with glass on it which makes it more shiny and.On the right and left side there are 4 pieces of wooden chairs with intricate carvings and soft foam on the coat it with a soft, hairy red cloth on the holder and backrest.

When they enter the room,the servants swiftly pulled the chair and invited to sit.Not long after that followed by the arrival of Han in the room he smiled kindly.The servants who were there nodded their heads respectfully at Han.

Who responded with a nod of the head and a look in the eyes that gave orders to the servants. In an instant all the servants disappeared from the room.

"Sorry for a long time.."

"It's okay han.." Salma answered the greeting with a warm smile.

"Son.why doesn't this go overboard.I'm not very grateful to be taken to the hospital today.now you brought us here.Sorry to trouble you.." his teary eyes expressed gratitude sincerely.

Hanafi walked over to the father who was already sitting in his chair.He hugged the father from behind.

"Am I not a father's son now"

Now he's moved to kneeling beside Dad.

"Of course, son, you are also my son" put a hand on Hanafi's head and stroked him gently.

Hanafi who longed for the warmth of the parents' affection, he felt the soft caress again. It was as if he was feeling back the hand of his father who was always stroking him gently as he fell asleep on his lap.

Slowly he closed his eyes the memory of his parents paraded in his brain. Unknowingly a speck of water flowed in his eye sludge.

He looked up at my father with teary eyes.

"Dad..."

Father who knows Hanafi background and stories about his parents also seemed to feel how much he missed both parents.

"Here son.."

his arms stretched out to embrace Hanafi.

With a happy feeling Hanafi welcomed and they embraced.But suddenly the memory of his father's condition is now remembered again, making it more soluble in sadness, he said,he imagined the warmth of the affection of the parents he just got will disappear again.

But Hanafi held back his tears, he did not want his wife to see him sad, he did not want his wife to know the true state of his father.

"Jaga Insha well son, father trusts you.." pat Hanafi gently on the shoulder.

"Of course dad, I'll keep Insha I love her.."

Their hugs stretched out and slipped away as the sound of many shoes from the servants entered the room carrying many trays containing various kinds of food.

A delicious smell rippled into the nose making the stomach even hungrier, the steaming of food still billowing in every dish, and in an instant the glistening marble table was covered with plenty of food.

I thought this kind of life was just in the movies, fancy food with all the flavors, super elite room, now I even experience it myself, it's all like a dream..Salma

Waahh saw this food my stomach is getting hungry.the smell is really delicious.and what is dry fried chicken.really I really want to devour it..Insha

Hanafi was sitting in a chair near his wife, he allowed all to eat.Hanafi himself was hungry from now on, he took the side dish in front of Insha while whispering softly.

Insha was surprised to hear it, though,

hahh.apa mas han know it's my favorite..

"Eat while it's warm or it'll feel hard later.."

"emmmh.iya mas" hesitated to ask but a few seconds later it finally ejected as well.

"Did mas han know I liked him." while taking one chicken thigh that was still steaming the smoke.

"Of course" replied while feeding the food in his mouth.

"Where do you know"

"Color from now on you've only seen that fried chicken, you're not even my mamanda.."

replied indifferently continuing the mouthful in his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.."

is that right, when this food has just come..

The one being talked to had giggled while taking a quick glance, then continued eating voraciously.

Basics..have been so fun teasing me..

Insha also eat with the voracious fried chicken fried to dry, warm rice and sambal is a favorite food Insha from the past.

really I forgot, when was the last time I ate it.This chicken is why it's so delicious.I want to eat it all..

As if knowing what Insha thought through the look in his eyes Hanafi whispered again,

"Later I will also order to take it home, you will be satisfied to eat it from today onwards.."

Insha's eyes sparkled at han"Really.."

"Of course.whatever you want"

While Salma and father also eat voraciously, they have long not felt the tenderness of meat.Only vegetables that are usually cooked at home, because of the limitations of money of course.

Hanafi looked at a waiter beside the door, he nodded slowly, as if he knew what Hanafi meant he left and came back with the waiters who brought desserts in the form of ice cream,neatly cut fruits and some cakes with various flavors.

They all chatted warmly while eating dessert, not forgetting in the interlude of small jokes.

In the middle of the conversation Hanafi was happy, finally the room he had designed himself to eat with his family was now filled for the first time, along with his new family.

He was so happy that he could occupy this room with his wife.

after this this room will continue to be filled by my family.especially you Insha and our children later..

Seriate..