Dear Husband
Not a Compliment

Something was different that morning. Fernando's residence is seen alive because of unusual boisterous voices there. Fernando is a guy from the upper class who certainly likes calmness. There was never a loud or noisy sound like this morning there.

Elle is gripped on Sofia's waist, frying chicken and making soup for her morning meal. He only cooked in a small pot because he knew that only he would eat breakfast with the menu. Her body really needs warm food for breakfast. Finished struggling with her cooking, the young woman arranged her breakfast on the table and removed the apron and washed her hands.

"El, mama change clothes first." said Sofia to Elle who was stalking behind him.

"But mom's really gonna take me to school this morning, isn't she?"

"El, papa said you can't go to school. Follow papa ya dear. All for your good."

"hmmm okay. But mama has to bring me...."

"Martabak in the marinade?"guess Sofia lightly. She knows what Elle's favorite food is. The little girl is always excited when bought a martabak because Nando only allows her to eat it once a week.

" Mama knows it."

"Yes.mama up first."

Sofia will only be on the second floor when Nando comes down with a work suit that she chose this morning. Her handsome husband looks many times more handsome because of the tall dashing posture wrapped in clothes that are compatible with him. His long steps dominated his movements. The man pulled out his chair and glanced at the juice the cook had made. Usually he would drink it soon, but this time his attention switched to the shirt opposite him where every day Sofia enjoyed her breakfast. The delicious aroma of soup greeted his sense of smell. The soup also looks beautiful with its appearance and evokes saliva.

"Yes.mama is beautiful." cried Elle who stared in amazement at Sofia who was walking closer to them. Inevitably Nando took a glance towards Sofia. There, the woman has stood with a distinctive uniform and.wearing the hijab in line with the motif of asymmetrical lines that make it look sweet. There was another.that day his wife entered work with a new look. Long and Islamic uniforms.

"Mama's really pretty." praised Elle once again for making Sofia blush.

"You're also very pretty dear." she praised back while stroking Elle's head gently. The boy immediately buried his head in Sofia's stomach while wrapping his hands there.

"Elle eat first. After that, follow my mother to the hospital to be examined by a doctor. If the results are good, then tomorrow you can go to school. Is it not mas?" Sofia turned her gaze to Nando who suddenly looked wrong because he was caught watching her. The man cleared his throat to master the situation.

"hmmm yes." she answered briefly. Elle immediately ran and splashed into his arms.

"Thank you papa." she said, kissing Nando's left cheek. The father replied warmly. Sofia stood next to them, watching the interaction of the two other people of the generation with a raised smile. Nando.the man looked very moved. Although Elle is not her real daughter, but the man even loves her more than anything.

"Let's eat first. Afraid of bad luck." Elle immediately descended from Nando's lap and returned to her seat, beside Sofia.

"Wait." Sofia frowned as Nando held back her hand which would apply chocolate jam on her bread and Elle.

"Mas need anything?"

"hmmm.today Elle and I want to have breakfast with your soup. Is that right, baby?" Elle who was asked by the papa was immediately excited and nodded her head. Actually, he had wanted to have breakfast with a menu made by Sofia. Even though he was blind, his smell could still smell the delicious aroma that emanated from there. Especially now.ahh.the appearance of the soup was really appetizing.

"But.it's just kampung mas cuisine. A. I. I also make the roof just like that. How about tonight we eat together with this menu. I'll cook it with more complete spices" Sofia said, looking insecure. How not? he only mixes spices that are in the kitchen without having to complete as they should. He also did not expect Nando and Elle would eat according to his menu. Aren't they European-tongued who used to eat bread and other western dishes?

"Mas..don't!"

"why?"

"it's spicy onion sambal. I'm afraid you get spiciness and heartburn." - Sofia. Nando chuckled but still picked it up and sat back down to eat.

"I am an adult. I'm not Elle who can't stand the spicy sauce" he said with a chuckle. Ahh...laughs??I swear, this is the first time he's seen Nando laugh in a faint way. That face.very and very handsome in his eyes.

"Ma...when did you get me breakfast?" Sofia gasped in shock from her openness. Hurriedly he picked up the plate and picked up the rice for Elle who was ready to hold the spoon and fork in her hand. He also took food for himself and sat in his place a little agitated. Lamat, he glanced at Nando who was enjoying his breakfast in front of him. Then he turned to Elle who was also eating quietly by his side. There was no protest or praise from either of them. Though Sofia was already waiting for the reaction of the two of them since this was the first time they had eaten her cooking. Unfortunately, the father and son looked ordinary. Not wanting to be too dizzy, Sofia chose to focus on her food.

"Hmmm.this is very good." said Elle while putting the spoon. Sofia did take it in small portions. Fear Elle doesn't like it and the food will be wasted. There was relief in the corner of his heart seeing the princess' reaction. At least, Sofia felt appreciated.

"From tomorrow prepare a breakfast menu according to your food." Nando said with a flat face, but made a bliss that rose in Sofia's chest.

"Thank you for that."

"for?" nando asked as he raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you for liking my cooking."

"I just respect you as a hostess" she said flatly. Lastly, the smile on Sofia's lips faded as faded as new happiness a few seconds ago stopped in her heart. It turned out that Nando did not praise her or like her cooking.

"But I love mama's cooking." Sofia smiled back. At least someone praised and appreciated it.

"Good boy. Had breakfast? let's go. Bik, please clean up the dining table." the message to a waiter.

" Good mistress."

Elle got off her chair and followed Sofia.

"we're leaving first, sir."

"We're leaving together."

"Didn't it bother you? I can check on Elle myself and you can go straight to the office. You're afraid you're late."

"Nobody will scold me even if it's late or not even come in. Elle's my daughter, too, isn't she? I also have the right to go there and know the progress.”

" all right. It's up to you."