Dew For Bara
Make her miss

As the hue of morning color begins to slowly tease Bara, the man tries to pull his blanket and plans to re-submerge himself in his deep sleep, but there is a tasteful fragrance that delinquently keeps him awake.

Drowsiness that usually cannot be invited to compromise this time forcing yourself to wake up plus the nose clearly feels more reluctant to be invited to compromise with the stomach that suddenly sounds naughty.

"You hungry? tumbens!"

They complain in their hearts.

But it is not denied because since the strong aroma burst into the room, too fragrant and appetizing, he had not smelled such a scent in his house for a long time, because he usually only enjoys fast food outside the home.

the man slowly moved from his sleeping position, I don't know it seems like he can't help but follow the desire of his stomach and heart to get up and get from there what happened in the kitchen there.

Do Dew by cooking something that makes his stomach suddenly tasteful to eat something in the morning blind like today.

as soon as he got out of position, Bara chose to move to the bathroom first, he thought a little went to clean up first to look wiser then he had a family to see what happened.

at least he needs to refresh his body and also his eyeballs from the rest of the sleepiness that remains even though the stomach cannot be invited to compromise together.

for a long time he cleaned himself until he finally changed his clothes and felt out of his room, the fragrant aroma he had smelled since then continued to disturb him, and as soon as he walked into the kitchen, he could see a dew figure looking at his back, busy with cooking activities whether he did not know for anyone.

the man chose to sit down and not make his voice at all, enjoying what the dew was doing and watching every gesture the woman made.

Bara let himself enjoy the view that felt so foreign to him, because for him this was the first time he got a woman making food in the kitchen in addition to the waiter at home.

I don't know how much time passed Bara was reluctant to count it, again in the end as soon as Dew turned his body around, the woman looked surprised at the presence of the item that had been sitting sweetly on the chair in front of the dining table.

"You awake?"

the woman asked as she placed a bowl of food on the table slowly, giving it right in front of Bara.

"Hm"

Bara simply answered his potluck, then he stared at the bowl that the dew had given him.

Only chicken porridge, but the aroma is able to make Bara's stomach thrash.

"I don't know if it will suit your taste, but I hope you like it"

Dew spoke while widening his smile, looking at Bara for a moment with a worried look, afraid that what he made might not suit the taste of the man considering Bara rich people who certainly used to eat in luxurious places with a menu to the west-west.

hearing the words of Dew, Bara did not answer at all, his right hand slowly grabbed the spoon inside the bowl and in a slow motion he tried to pick up a spoon of porridge that was there.

He slowly put the first mouthful in his mouth, the man chewed slowly, as soon as he went home as if trying to soak the porridge he was eating.

The ball of Dew's eyes stared at Bara who had not let out his voice at all, he sat in a chair before Bara without making his voice, he could see the man seemed to be enjoying the food at his first feed.

For a moment the man closed his eyeballs, I don't know suddenly one longing came crashing, the food suddenly reminded him of something.

He missed one old atmosphere that he had never gotten back to today since a dozen years ago.

So longing, so longing she wanted so much she shed her tears, but Bara was a fire that could not possibly let out her tears, she lit up and smoldering, challenging everyone in front of her.

"Grow into a strong child, you'll be fine"

A line of messages suddenly flashed behind his ears, a beautiful smile adorning his gaze.

"Is this not good?"

Dew asked quietly, staring at Bara's expression of worry.

Bara did not answer at all, again took a spoon of porridge, feed it again into his mouth until in the end he sped up his mouth and without feeling spent one bowl of porridge without rest.

Dew was silent, letting himself continue to stare at Bara.