
I was restless all night. Not being able to sleep well, especially because my messed up thoughts, plus my painful bruises, made me unable to sleep on my back. Therefore, rather than doing nothing in the room, I decided to get up. I went downstairs, got into the kitchen and started cooking - Reza's favorite tek-tek noodles - - for everyone.
As I sauteed and blended the kitchen spices into the room, Mayra woke up, and she helped me cook. Her sweet smile greeted me warmly. I know, he definitely wouldn't waste that chance to ring his morning cult for me.
"I don't mind hearing your advice" I said before he began to open his voice.
At that time Mayra was washing her hands in the sink, and she smiled once again at me. "Is there anything I can help you with?" tanyakanya.
"Yeah, sure. If you don't mind, please bring some noodles in the drawer and please boil them."
Mayra nodded and immediately executed the noodles quickly. "How are you doing?"
"As you can see. I'm good."
"Your heart and your feelings?"
"Slightly chaotic. But I can handle it. No need to worry."
Mayra's like looking for confidence in my face. "I know, you're a strong, tough wife."
Mayra smiled, again. Then he told me, according to him my love story was exactly a love triangle between Sarah, Doel, and Zaenab. Salsya is exactly like Zaenab, a weak-ass ex-boyfriend and used her pregnancy to damage people's households. "And you, just like Sarah, are hardy, you could say that she is a tough woman - just like you. But I hope that toughness doesn't make you take the wrong decision that Sarah did. Don't ever disappear."
I considered my answer for a moment, as this led to quite a serious chat between the two of us. "I don't know, May. I haven't thought that far. Don't know how it will be."
Mayra came closer to me and put both her hands on my shoulder. "I wish you the best, Ra. Good for you, good for Reza. But if you finally give up, well. I'm just asking-don't disappear without a trace like Sarah. That's all."
I'm shaking. "will not. But if circumstances require me to leave, I will go well, parting well the way I should. Because I'm not my father. And. about that, maybe my dad would manage that parting for me. I'll make up with him if he wants to do that for me."
Mayra watched me helplessly, her face filled with worry. "I hope it never happens. You deserve to be happy with a love story that ends happily. I mean - - endless happiness."
In my heart I guaranteed, along with turning off the already hot stove, then raising my shoulders. "Hopefully, it depends on how your best friend behaves. Oh yes, speaking of attitude, he is exactly the Doel: planless and weak. I don't know if she'd be as irresponsible as Doel if I were pregnant and having children." I grunt. "Like my father. And, yeah, I don't know, do I currently regret this marriage, or...."
Oh my God, I forgot to taste my cooking. I'll grab a spoon and taste my noodle soup, and, uh, it feels right. "Later if anyone wants breakfast, just heat the noodles and sauce with a small pot."
Mayra nodded. Excuse him for going back to his room.