2 Flower Stalks
Lumer chocolate cake

Mr. Sun who heard Hanafi's words immediately cried, between pride and relief to see the current Hanafi figure.

how did you grow up since childhood.Youth who grew up with the love and affection of the great mistress and master.also a slightly spoiled youth...now in front of me.I seem to see a different young person.young people who are independent, assertive, wise.not wrong if you become the owner of the largest company Wijaya group today..

"What do you know about the project of building orchid villas at the top.."

"Yes my master knows.."

a little gasp because Mr. Sun is still in his daydream.

"Isn't the project complete, sir.."

"Truely the master of the project was completed still a few days ago.."

"The orchid villa will be a comfortable resting place for the father .."

Hanafi while smiling satisfiedly at Mr. Sun.

"What does young master mean.."

looking at Hanafi with a questionable look.

"Villa orchid is a gift for the father.gift given specifically by Wijaya group because of the hard work of the father so far..."

"That's true sir.even the villa is too luxurious and I don't deserve it.."

I started crying again.

"Father deserved it.Bapak really deserved it.karna without my father would not be what he is today...Wijaya group can rise again because of the hard work of my father to educate me so far..."

Mr. Sun was already unable to say anything he was now crying because he was happy.

"From tomorrow you will begin to occupy it, I will tell some people to take care of everything.Do not worry about all the needs there.I will guarantee all the needs of the father..it's time for you to rest and enjoy your old age happily..."

Hanafi also took off his embrace on Insha he now splashed to hug Mr. Sun who was crying right there.

The meeting ended with Hanafi and Insha delivering Mr. Sun to his car.

He was about to move from there, to town A to clear up some unfinished work in the office, and starting tomorrow Hanafi had appointed a new leader to replace Mr. Sun in the branch.

Mr. Sun came home happy, saying goodbye to Hanafi giving some of his messages before his car drove.

"Well sir.I will remember your message well.and sometime I will invite Insha to visit there..."

hanafi's hand waved to find Mr. Sun's car that began to drive.

In the car Mr. Sun also waved at Hanafi while bowing his head a sign he immediately said goodbye.

"Huuh..happy to see him happy like that.he's been like an angel to me. He deserves all this.."

Hanafi spoke without anyone asking, as he walked up to Insha's fingers next to her, re-entering the house.

**

The day keeps changing, just rolling. It is not easy for Insha to forget her sadness about the passing of father.

Now Hanafi also often take him just a walk, to buy necessities or just sededar snacks on the streets of the city.

Actually Hanafi always refused to snack carelessly on the side of the road, but it was all Insha's will, he always said he wanted to repeat what he had done first. He longs for his old life, although now it is much more secure.

Days, weeks and even months continue to pass.Kini exactly 2 months after the departure of the father, Insha never pregnant, make him bored at home just do it-that's it every day.

Especially if Hanafi goes to work he will feel lonely. Maybe there was only Risna , Fatimah and Miss Ririn who accompanied him, that was if all his work was done.

These few weeks, to drive away the bored Insha always struggling in the kitchen when Hanafi has left for work.

He tried to cook something he had never cooked before, or even tried to cook some cakes he saw on the internet.

Already a lot of foreign cuisine that he mastered, he sometimes also cooked with more portions, then asked Mr. Tono to give it to Salma in the village, or usually Insha asks Pak Tono to deliver Insha himself there. A day spent with her brother, then when afternoon arrived Hanafi will pick her up home.

Today Insha wants to make a melted chocolate cake that she has loved since she became Hanafi's wife. The first time he ate the melted chocolate cake, and immediately liked the taste that melted in the mouth.

Usually he would order Hanafi to buy her at a cake shop. But today Insha wants to make her own cake with her hands, of course with the recipe she has got from the website on her mobile phone.

"No, I can make it.."

feel hesitant before starting, even though the complete ingredients are already in front of him.

"E.hemmm.want to make what food today.non.seems good.wah there is chocolate anyway.."

Fatimah said hello while carrying a broom, about to complete her task of cleaning the house.

"Eeh.mbak fat.ini I want to make a melted chocolate cake, it looks good.but it works not yes.."

scratching the head that did not even itch while smiling that looked dubious.

"Hehe as usual, I saw on the internet mbak.."

"Just calm non.certainly so and delicious kok.kan miss also has often cooked by looking at recipes on the internet.and the results are also delicious..."

"Hehe.iya mbak.but I've never made a cake before..."

"Definitely good non.excited..I will be the first to taste it later.if miss allows anyway.hehehe.."

"For sure Fatimah should try it, I will make more today.who knows my husband will too.."

"Definitely want non.mas Hanafi always eat whatever Miss Insha make right.."

"Yes, I hope it's good.."

"Yes non.ya I have cleaned first yes.."

"Yes mbak..."

Insha answered but did not see the person, he had started making his dough while occasionally looking at the phone screen that showed step by step in making it.

It includes all the ingredients that have been prepared according to the instructions of the article it sees.

He wants the results of a cake in a semicircular shape, with a deep brown color .

On the outside of the cake feels crunchy when bitten but when it has entered the inside feels tender with abundant chocolate melted.

He used to buy melted chocolate cake with various shapes in his grocery store, but this time why Insha Want to make a semicircular shape that is quite difficult to make even though it uses a print.

"Hmm it smells so good.is getting impatient how about it ripen.."

Insha had put the cake in the oven, just waiting a few minutes before the cake was perfectly cooked.

"It's ripe too.."

His voice rattled to hear the oven alarm sounding in front of him.

Whether Insha is good at cooking, or he who always obeys her instructions, the cake is cooked perfectly. Can be removed from the mold easily and the shape looks very perfect according to what he wants.

At that instant Fatimah came, she was still carrying a broom but now that her work was done, she wanted to put the broom in its place.

"Waah is mature non.."

"Eh.it happens to be this mbak.ayo we taste first.."

"Hehe I was joking about non.."

"It's okay mbak.ayolah.."

Insha had thrust a small spoon at Fatimah, Insha also held the same spoon.

And when on the cake spoon was right, the middle immediately melted perfectly like a slalu cake in Insha's message.

"Hmm.it's good that this cake is non.really tastier than what Hanafi used to buy.."

"Mbak.."

insha eyes sparkle, he also tried to scoop the other cake and taste it.

waah is very true.it feels better than what I usually buy.mas Han must also like it.

"Yes mbak taste very good yes.mbak want to add.mbak take it still a lot kok..oh yes mbak Risna and bude where ya.kok not look.I want them also try it..."

"They are shopping for non kitchen needs.at least soon also go home...."

replied Fatimah with her mouth still filled with melted chocolate.

"That's it, then Fatimah will get it in the box.let them also try it.."

"Well, Hanafi is not in non-love.."

"I've prepared it there specifically for later when he's home..."

"Hmm well non.but really can add this.." already staring expectantly.

"Yes mbak.mbak just take it yourself there, I make a lot of kok.."

"Hehe.thank you, non.it's delicious.."

Insha just smiled brightly as she passed, she was happy to have managed to make her favorite cake.

He now went to his room for a short break, before afternoon arrived and welcomed Hanafi home to work with the cake he had made.

Seriate...