Healing
31. Meet Again

Bian mengolek chili, kencur, onions, salt and other ingredients to make seblak seasoning. I helped him cut the vegetables that the mixture would use to make seblak.

After I finished cutting the vegetables, I pulled the chair facing the dining table, so facing Bian who was so skilled at cooking. Like a professional chef, I was amazed to see his cooking skills.

It only takes 7 minutes, two bowls of special cloth are ripe, and served on the dining table.

" Wait for the first angel to be eaten, this is still very hot, look, the steam is still steaming so. Later the mouth can burn if we eat directly" said Bian.

Bian placed a bowl of cloth in front of me and another one beside my seat.

" Here Bi, let me take a picture of you, the same photo of us both. I just realized that all this time we rarely took pictures of the two".

" Please because of yesterday's application so I have a picture of the two of us".

Bian stood up and took his phone. " I also want to capture this moment, photos using your HP first, continue to send to my phone also yes Ra".

We both took pictures together, quite a lot of photos that I took, with various styles of course. Then I send it to HP Bian.

As Bian looked through the collection of photos in his mobile phone gallery I secretly took a glance out of curiosity, what photos were on Bian's phone.

Bian also did not mind at all when I took a look at the contents of his cell phone gallery. It was precisely me who was shocked, because like a paparazzi, Bian had so many pictures of me on his phone.

It turns out that Bian has a habit that I don't know about, which is being a secret fan who takes pictures of me secretly. Look at so many pictures of me in his gallery, some taken in the meeting room during the early morning meeting. There was also a photo of me laughing and joking with Rita when it was quiet.

How big is Bian's love for me?, how can I not realize it all this time. Or actually I realized, it's just that I pretended not to know about his feelings. Because I'm afraid of relationships.

" When did you become my secret devotee?, how could so many of my photos in your phone gallery,?, that almost all of the photos stored in your phone gallery are my photos".

Bian immediately grinned because he had been caught taking photos secretly.

" It's been a long time, since you were working in the restaurant that used to be, the first time we met after all this time we were separated. At that time I thought I was wrong to see you in a restaurant. But it turns out that it was you".

" I was just planning to open a restaurant, like a coincidence, and you were working in a restaurant too. So maybe it's his fateful path for us to meet".

Bian brought the bowl closer to me, "Let's eat first, it doesn't seem to be too hot. It's good to eat hot food like this".

I nodded and began to eat a cloth made by Bian that was not too hot, it tasted very good.

Maybe I am the luckiest person, because the man who loves me is someone who has various advantages. Apart from being handsome and also kind hearted of course.

" It's really delicious Bi, just like the chef made in the restaurant. Or maybe you learn from a chef who works at a restaurant?", guess me after praising him.

Bian shook his head, "It wasn't me who studied with the chef at the restaurant, it was those who studied with me. Because I got a special recipe when I went to a seminar in Bandung when I was in college".

I listened to Bian's story while eating his special drink, Bian was so excited to tell while attending the seminar first in Bandung, Bandung, he said even when in Bandung he tried to open his eyes so he could see the famous beautiful Bandung girls. Unfortunately, the only thing that sticks to his head is my face.

Either be honest, or just being flirting. But for sure I'm now starting to like every time Bian is flipping me. It's perfectly fine, because I know, Bian did that to me. I feel more loved.

I washed the old dirty bowl and glass that Bian and I ate and drank earlier, fortunately, the bowl I was holding was quite thick, so when I was shocked because suddenly Bian hugged me from behind, the bowl didn't break because it slipped from my grasp.

Bian wrapped his hands around my stomach and leaned his chin on my shoulder, whispering, "Home later, yes Maghrib jama'ah prayer here, there are mama mukena who deliberately stay here, there are mama mama, you can wear that".

I shook my head, "I haven't had a bath since I got home, my body must have been dirty after a long day at work, but I can't take a shower here either, I don't have a change of clothes" I refused.

Not that I don't want to, but it feels uncomfortable to pray when my body is still dirty and smelly.

" Was you got a girl's dress?, you're just Bi. Mending you anterin I'll just go home now. New mumpung heard adzan maghribnya".

I finished washing the bowl and the dirty glass, but Bian still hugged my stomach, I pushed him slowly back.

" You just swooped in, I can already feel something on your hardened lower body. It is very dangerous if I stay here, I can be eaten with you" I said without shame.

Currently we have become prospective husband and wife, maybe the discussion of things like this will be a natural thing.

Bian immediately grimaced, "Yes, but I can still control myself, take it easy, even if we are just alone in this house, I can still refrain from being lazy".

I'm not sure what Bian said. Let's prove, if Bian crosses the line, then I'll get out of this house as soon as I can.

" Okay then, I take a shower here, and put on your clothes to change, Find your clothes that are not too big in my body" I said, let's see how strongly Bian's self-defense holds back his lust to see me shower and put on his clothes to change.

Bian then went to his room to pick up his training shirt and pants.

" Want to take a shower in the bathroom outside what's in the room?, let me take a bath in the other bathroom".

I chose to shower in the bathroom that was outside, so Bian took a bath in the bathroom that was in his room.

I brought Bian's clothes that I will use as a change of clothes later. And I entered the bathroom to take a bath, the Maghrib Adhan has been heard since, I hurriedly took a shower quickly.

Unfortunately, when the bra I was wearing was about to wear again, suddenly fell and became wet, I finally did not wear it. I just wear Bian's shirt without wearing any underwear.

I came out of the bathroom intending to approach Bian who was bathing in the bathroom in his room, located in the front room, next to the living room. I walked leisurely wearing Bian's shirt and pants without a bra, because it had fallen and got wet.

Degs...

I saw Yoga standing in the living room in a slightly wet shirt, as it turned out to be drizzling outside, and Yoga seemed to be raining as he ran from his car to Bian's house.

Yoga looks at me from head to toe with a very sharp look and a hostile face. His breathing sounded so quick as holding back anger.

" Oh yeah, this is my future wife Steve, the girl I used to tell you about, my first love when I was in high school, Raya".

" It's Steve, one of my best friends from high school to college, who yesterday couldn't make it to our engagement".

Bian who came out of his room to introduce me and Yoga, Yoga seemed to extend his hand as if to invite me to shake hands and get acquainted.

" Steve.", he said in a heavy voice and the look on his face was still holding back anger.

"I'm sorry, I've been ablution, want to pray Maghrib first, I am Raya.", I replied without returning his hand.

" Oh yes, we want to pray Maghrib first, you can sit or make your own coffee in the back, or if you want to eat, there is still seblak in the kitchen pan, he said, but we cooked seblak. You still like my homemade seblak right?, just eat first while waiting for us to pray maghrib bro...".

I saw Yoga nod, "I'll just sit here, I've already eaten, even the cuisine of your restaurant that I ordered through the delivery order just had me eat earlier. If coffee, I hear from Haidar, coffee made by your future wife is very good, can dong nyobain meet here".

Yoga still looked at me. Makes me feel uncomfortable.

" Oh.. Then sit down first, we both pray Maghrib for a while, because the Maghrib time is very short".

Bian told Yoga to sit in the living room, and he himself walked towards the per-sholatan place beside the living room. I immediately followed Bian inside leaving Yoga still staring at me with a gaze I could not understand.