
That morning, Adisti resumed his painting. The sun had already appeared, Bramasta prepared breakfast in his pantry. Chicken rice with minimalist seasoning spinach stir, only salt, pepper and garlic only.
The aroma of sauteed garlic makes it stop the activities of Adisti. He put down the palette knife and cleaned up the paint. Entering the house, seeing her husband busy with his pan and spatula.
“Sini Down, Mr. Bramasta Her husband Disti!” adisti's orders when he was next to her husband, "Jangkung really?"
Bramasta bent his body. His eyes glanced at the pan on the stove. Adisti didn't waste any time. Immediately frowned her husband's forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.
“Makasih Pak Bramasta..” Adisti said while washing his hands that were exposed to oil paint.
Bramasta laughed at his wife's behavior.
“Bu Adisti His wife Bramasta please grab a large dinner plate yes, in the lower cupboard," showing the location of the closet with her eyes.
"Don't that one, the pale yellow one alone,” Bramasta received a plate from his wife's hand, “Thankyou Mrs. Bramasta.”
Deftly, her husband stuffed chicken rice, similar to fried rice, seasoned with chopped garlic, pepper, fish sauce and sesame oil into a small bowl. Then turn the bowl over on the plate.
Rice imprinted perfectly. Bramasta gives a sprinkling of sliced leeks and roasted sesame seeds on it. On the edge of the plate, he put the spinach stir-fry that he sprinkled also with sesame seeds.
“Perfect. It’s looking very delicious, Mr. Bramasta_Perfect. Looks very delicious, Mr. Bramasta_,” Adisti grabbed a plate from Bramasta's hand while peeping his cheek again. Then bring the plate to the dining table.
Adisti took another plate. Then put it on the dining table. Bramasta who was already sitting in his chair caught Adisti's hand. Pulls closer. Hugged him and kissed his lips.
“Very Ceria, Ms. Bramasta this morning.” Bramasta looked at his wife's eyes. Adisti's cheeks blush.
“Iya dong..” kekeh Adisti, “Thank you for being the chef this morning. Ma’af Disti does not help cook.”
“It’ s OK. No problems. My brother likes to cook. Cooking makes you relax. Help you to think."
“Yesterday Sister talked a lot to Disti. About Brother, about Disti also about us,” Adisti hugged her husband's neck. She was still sitting on her husband's lap.
"Eat first yuk," Bramasta patted his wife on the back.
Adisti. She sat in a chair facing her husband.
"About Disti's sosmed account, Disti named A4B aja yes," Adisti looked at Bramasta with a smile.
Bramasta raised next to his eyebrows, "A4B? Adisti for Bramasta?"
Adisti.
Bramasta smiled broadly, "So sweet indeed Lady Bramasta. Love you more!"
After reading the do'a meal, Bramasta waited for his wife's reaction to her cooking. While eating his own food on his plate.
"Well?_How_?"
Adisti smiled widely while covering her lips. Then gave 2 thumbs of his hands vigorously.
"I don't think Mr. Bramasta is really good at cooking!"
"Really's?_What really?_"
"really. It's so nice to wear. Allah Masyaa... "
"After eating Disti want to paint again?"
Adisti.
"Disti's out of paint oil. It's at home, in the garage. There are also some brushes Disti needs that are still in the garage."
"You want to go to Daddy's?"
Adisti.
"Let's let Brother bring her here. Bring Mother's care for us."
"What?"
"Don't know. I don't want to tell you much."
"I will clean up the house_Abang wants to clean the house_" Bramasta put down his spoon. He's done eating.
"Disti wants to finish our clothes yesterday, Bang. I'll wash first."
When she saw her husband rise up with a plate, Adisti immediately said, "No need to wash the dishes. Just disti. I cooked earlier.."
"OK.. Thanks Wifey.." Bramasta glares at Adisti.
"Don't mention it, Hubby.." Adisti gave a distant sun to her husband.
"It was so good to be married. Breakfast was crowded.."
Adisti chuckles at the babbling of her husband.
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