Cah Ayu
The Date's

The sun has risen.

Edgar was busy in the kitchen, preparing his wife's favorite breakfast. He likes to cook alone rather than buy food.

Whole wheat bread dioles cream cheese and salmon grill with salad, for himself. While fried rice complete with peas, sliced smoke beef, and sliced corn, as well as eggs ceplok for Lieve.

Edgar understood very well that his wife preferred to eat Asian food, whenever Lieve ate bread to eat, the woman always complained of bloating.

"Goedemorgen, handsome," said Lieve from behind the room. "What does it smell like, what do you make?"

"Your favorite," Edgar put a plate of fried rice on the dining table that has been neatly arranged and beautiful. Complete with a vase containing red roses in it.

Lieve's eyes flashed.

She always felt spoiled by her husband.

"My God, when did you prepare all this?" tanyakanya. Lieve sat her ass on the chair. "I feel bad, most of you cook."

Edgar approached his wife with both hands carrying a glass filled with a sunkist orange juice. He then leaned over Lieve's cheek, "I did it with pleasure."

They sat together facing each other. Lieve occasionally plucks salmon on Edgar's plate. Lovingly, Edgar shared the food on his plate for Lieve.

"Today you're not going to the office?" ask Edgar.

"No. Two days my schedule is empty, I leave it to the employees."

Edgar seemed to think.

"How about we go for a walk?"

"Where?" ask wife.

"Where do you want it?" Edgar asked.

Lieve raised both shoulders, "Have you? Is your script finished?"

Edgar shook his head, "Not yet. But, a breath of fresh air seems to be good for both of us. All at once, it can be nostalgic."

"Marteen isn't cool?"

"Just calm down" Edgar blinked his eyes.

Lieve commented with a smile, "Then let's go for a walk."

...***...

Lieve wears vintage-style sunglasses on her face. That round frame framed her beautiful face perfectly. He let his brunette hair down.

Lieve wore shorts, a loose t-shirt, and comfortable sneakers.

After locking the doors, Edgar approached his wife who was waiting in the car.

"Starting the adventure of Thelma and Louise?" goda.

Lieve smiled. His eyes seemed to reminisce, "No. I want the adventure of a happy couple."

Edgar stared into the eyes of his wife. Some memories twinkle in the mind.

Along the way, they were busy singing songs on the radio. The road conditions are low, maybe because it is not a weekend. Both cars are free to drive.

"I remember when we went there, the streets were quiet like this, right?" ask Lieve.

"When you brought the car, I didn't pay much attention to the road situation. I kind of forgot" Edgar recalled.

"You want me to drive again, Ed?"

Edgar shook his head, "Let me just this time," he said.

The radio then played the Memories song performed by Maron Five, a song that matched how they felt.

'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories (ayy)

And the memories bring back, memories bring back you

Lieve sang, "Doo doo, doo doo doo doo, "" her songstress, though somewhat discordant.

Edgar smiled at his wife's behavior.

"Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo

Memories bring back, memories bring back you ..." Lieve pointed at Edgar.

They then laughed.

"I did that to melt the atmosphere. You remember nothing, anyway? You were so jutek!"

Edgar chuckled, "The world is a bleak place to me, long ago. But, since meeting you, everything has turned out beautiful."

Lieve's lips pout, "Gombal!"

The woman then followed Adam Levine who was singing until the song was over.

...***...

After driving for a long time, the couple arrived in the city of Malang. They stopped at one of the restaurants that specifically sold meatballs.

A meatball shop on the side of the train tracks. There is a signboard that says 'Bakso President' with a red background. This place is quite famous, the history of a unique name because its location used to be behind the President's Cinema - which is currently closed. The cinema is now changed to Hotel Savana Malang.

Edgar memorized that his wife was a meatball lover. For this reason, he turned to make Lieve taste his favorite food before continuing the journey.

His wife's eyes sparkled, confused about which meatball menu to choose. Everyone is flirting with his taste. The woman swallowed the saliva just by reading various menu variations.

Edgar smirked looking at his wife.

"What, huh? Meatballs urate, young bones, egg meatballs, ouch .. confused," Lieve swallowed.

"Order it all" said Edgar.

"When you're not finished? 'Can redundant."

"Let's help you spend it" said Edgar.

Lieve's eyes were round, "But you're the most anti-food like this. Are you sure you're helping me out?"

"It doesn't matter if it's occasional. I like meatballs too, huh."

"Who used to be, I'm the one who introduced meatballs to you!" seloroh Lieve pongah's.

Edgar rubbed the back of his wife's hand, "You introduced the world to me, Lieverd."

His wife's cheeks were red.

I was flushed to hear the compliments from my husband.

The affection between them was always warm. Perhaps, because both of them had once forged a trial of life to mired at the lowest point. Until now, all they wanted was to live together in peace.

...***...

Lieve spent two servings of grilled meatballs alone. His stomach could be filled more. He switched to enjoying a meatball urate spiked three spoons of sambal. Eating meatballs without sambal is less afdol.

"It hurts your stomach" said Edgar.

"Yes, just this once, really. It will not hurt," he put a piece of meatball pentol into the mouth. Very devious.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief.

A few days ago, his wife looked grim because the test-pack results were negative. Although Lieve always put on a smile and behave normally, but Edgar understood that his wife was harboring sadness.

Now the joy is back on Lieve's face.

"I'm full," he patted her on the stomach, "we must go on, hunt for the afternoon."

"I pay first, yes," Edgar got up from the chair, "you want a pack?"

Lieve shook her head, "I'm full. I don't think I'll eat until tomorrow morning."

Edgar chuckles. He then walked to the cashier and paid for the food they had ordered.

"Hello, mister, how are you?" greet the cashier officer friendly. Medhok.

Edgar smiled.

"Can you speak Indonesia?" ask the cashier again.

"I've been here a long time, sir" said Edgar.

The expression of the cashier employee was a little surprised to see people 'bule' fluently speaking Indonesian. He then stroked his chest while sighing in relief.

"Thank God, mister! Kirain can't. I have been talking about it from earlier. Confused to say 'tar how, '" he explained.

Edgar retaliates with an upward curving line on the lips.

Now people introduce him because he's a 'bule' guy'. Unlike the past, people know themselves because of other things.