Dream Womb
Fried Rice

I was glued to see the figure standing at the door, the person displaying a dazzling smile as usual. However, that's not what I'm having trouble with, but why is he here? At my neighbor's house? I was stunned and looked into the house through the gap of his body making sure that someone else was there. Nil, there's no one.

“Who to look for?”

“You, why here, Haris? Do you know who owns this house?”

“Of course know, because the inhabitants of this house I myself.”

“Hah?” I look at her with a confused face. Haris chuckles.

“I deliberately contracted here to be close to you.”

“Haris, are you serious? Don't joke?”

“I'm serious! You can go in and check the stuff inside. There's my suitcase in the room.” Haris shifted her body giving me space so I could get inside the house.

Out of curiosity, I checked it. Sure enough, there was Haris' suitcase and some of his belongings like his laptop and some of his work files. Unfortunately, there is no furniture like in my all-round contract. In the house there was only a single bed, and a small plastic cabinet. I walked around until the kitchen made sure the room was there.

“See, no one ‘kan?”

I looked at Haris with concern. “Your money is up, until you sign here. Is there no cost to rent a hotel? It must be because of the cost you incurred for me.”

“Ha, ha, ha, jeez Key, not so. I just want to be close to you, can see you every day.”

“Totally? Not because of your money that is a little?”search confirmed.

“My money isn't so much either, anyway. That's why I contracted like you suggested. Cheaper than a week stay at the hotel,” replied Haris makes sense.

I circulated the view again, everything seemed inversely proportional to my current residence. “Haris, how about we exchange contracts. You live next door, and I'm here.”

Haris raised his eyebrows in wonder. “Ha? For what?”

“Here, nothing. Next to many of his furniture. More convenient and-”

“Hey, I only need a place to spend the night. No need to think about it,” interrupted Haris while shaking her hand refused.

“But-”

“Oh, this is a cake I bought intentionally for my neighbor who turns out to be you,” always I make Haris again chuckle.

“I happen to be hungry. Here, we eat together!” ask him to pat the side of the bed. Right now it's just a decent place to sit. There are no chairs there.

I was surprised to find out that Haris had not eaten, but it was already this late. “You haven't eaten?” .

“So I overslept,” Haris rubbed his nape embarrassed.

I went out of the room to check on the groceries and then went back to meet Haris who seemed to notice my movements.

“Haris, come with me!” I took his hand and took him out of his house to my house. I sat him on the couch.

“Wait here, I'll cook you something.” Not forgetting I served a cake just now as a stomach booster.

Haris smiled broadly without resisting. “Thank you, baby!”

The call managed to make my cheek blush.

***

15 minutes later my cooking is ready to be served, I choose to make fried rice as a practical food also filling. Haris glimmers staring at my fried rice.

“Seeing good! You are good at cooking yes, Key!”

“Tried first just commented,” my word while giving it a spoon.

Haris nodded and prepared to eat it. I sat on the sofa opposite him while watching. The first mouthful went into Haris' mouth, as long as he chewed on my heart pounding waiting for the man's reaction.

I looked at him questioningly as the chew was swallowed.

“Ba-how?” many nervous.

Haris did not answer but returned to bribe the rice greedily, even to the point of not being left alone. I was loyal to the question on my face.

“You are indeed a dream wife candidate, Key. This is the best fried rice I've ever eaten. I don't mind if you make it every day.”