Hypothalamic
First Time

Princess smile. "Yes, this is you settle first huh? Mama masakon fried noodles," said the Princess rushed to the kitchen.

Yura smiled as soon as she saw her mother so excited at the answer.

"That's a big deal?" yura grumbled to herself.

Almost two hours the Princess spent in the kitchen with the help of several domestic assistants. Yura sat at the dining table while waiting.

"Patience, Ra. My mom never cooked. This is the first time" said the princess.

Yura looked up at the sentence. "So this is first-time?!" ask Yura

"This is special for you" replied the Princess.

"Sister Rum, take constipation medicine, brother!" yura said making Princess look at him. "Anticipate," continued Yura.

"You mean, Mama's cooking is not good to make stomach pain?!" ask Princess.

"Yes, there's anticipation. All right, tell Papa that I'm dead now—"

"Yura!!" the Princess shouted making Yura's sentence stop. "You, really yeah. It should be eaten first!" firmly Princess.

"Sir Rumi was the one who tried it first!" yura.

"No! This is first-time for you!" refute the Princess while serving a plate of fried noodles to Yura.

Along with that, Angga came with some food boxes for his daughter. Angga's steps stopped in front of the kitchen door as soon as he saw the spread of his son and wife.

"From the shape of the kayak gini! Like cat food!" yura Nagel.

"Cobain first!" force Princess.

"Had too! Rumi's sister tried it first! Brother Rum, cobain, brother!" yura.

"No! It's first-time Mama cook. You have to try it!" force the Princess while trying to feed her child.

"Ouch!" yura Nagel. "Ready constipation remedy, Brother Rum!" yura.

"There are no constipation! Cobain first!" princess Namel.

"God! If forced gini, can you call damkar anyway? Request help!" Yura went into nagging and made their house assistants laugh.

"Cobain first! Open mouth!" princess's Order.

Yura was forced to open her mouth and be fed by her mother.

"Where?" ask Princess.

Yura is still trying to chew fried noodles that are fimasak by her mother.

"Where?!" ask the Princess again.

"Enak. It was just like cat food," Yura grumbled over the fried noodles again.

"No! All you want to take constipation medicine, call damkar! Good guy gini his fried noodles!" princess Namel.

Angga approached them and put all the food he bought on the table.

"Papa?" yura said as she continued to bribe food.

"Lunch" said Angga.

"But I've masaakin Mama mi goreng. It's delicious, just the form makes no appetite," said Yura.

"Yes, his name is also first-time!" princess Refutes.

"Must cook a lot! Don't tell ART mulu!" yura's nagging without further ado.

"Yes! Mama masakin. What else do you want to eat?" ask Princess.

"This was it first, made again. Maybe if added a little soy sauce, the noodles become more interesting. Rather than the gini shoots, like an anemic people," Yura said acting like a cooking competition jury while chuckling.

The princess chuckled. But his face suddenly changed as his gaze was fixed on Angga.

***

"Well, don't you work?" yura asked who all day saw her mother was busy trying to cook this and that menu.

"Mama has stopped. Om Regi already got a new employee," replied the Princess. Angga also heard his wife's words.

"New employee? Who?" ask Yura.

"Om Feno's. It's also pretty good that his salary is big. He said Om Feno had started to want to mourn for the renovation of the house," replied the Princess again.

"Well, lose dong if the salary is big. But Mama stopped," Yura said.

"More loss if Mama lost her family job," said Putri while continuing to cook.

Yura and Angga stared at each other. There is a sense of guilt that Angga feels towards his wife.

Yura approached her mother. "What cooking?" tanyakanya.

"Again try to cook the same vegetables fried-fried, daily cooking. If at home grandmother's will stay to eat, never cook," replied the Princess.

Yura looked at the cooking her mother was cooking. "A lot of cooking?!" yura Nagel.

"This is for all of us! Create ART too! Cooking is also fun!" replied the Princess with a spirit of flipping through the fish she was cooking.

Yura looked at the sweat on her mother's neck and neck. But the princess did not show that she was tired. Cooking will become a new hobby after you stop working.

***

Far away in the Kim family's residence. Kim Tae Young was lying staring at the ceiling of his room as he threw the ball against the wall and back into his grasp.

Indo-Korean blood blaster, not as good as it sounds. That's how Kim Tae Young feels right now. His father had a state-legitimate family in the ginseng country. While he and his mother were forced to be exiled to Indonesia so that all the rottenness was not revealed or known by the father's legitimate wife.

A man knocked on the door of the room and opened it while bowing. "Young master, the car from Mr. Kim has arrived" he said.

"Yes" replied Kim Tae Young and walked to the parked car in his yard. Without a warning Kim Tae Young enters it and slides into a meeting.

There Mr. Kim stood waiting for his son. "It's big business. I hope you can smooth things out" whispered Mr. Kim as soon as Kim Tae Young passed by.

The meeting took place between two families. "This is Kim Tae Young?" ask the company owner who Mr. Kim wants to work with.

"Call Arnold, please" said Kim Tae Young, bowing kindly.

"Arnold's? Yes, it is easier said by Indonesians. This is your only son, Mr Kim?" ask the man again.

"Yes, he's ready to be betrothed to Jesika," replied Mr. Kim making Kim Tae Young surprised.

"Yes, Jessica is so spoiled. He needs an oria like Arnold. I hope this matchmaking can maintain our company cooperation" said the apria who sat in front of Mr. Kim.

"Yes, I hope so too" replied Mr. Kim.

"You're still in school, Arnold?" ask the man.

"Still, Om. I went to International High School" replied Kim Tae Young.

"That means, you're one school with Jesika?! What class are you in now?" ask the man again.

"Jesika? I never heard that name in school. I'm in eleventh grade" replied Kim Tae Young trying to be friendly.

"just fine. Jesika is in tenth grade. But he knows you" replied the man.

It ended with Kim Tae Young coming home with his father.

"Maechime-ikhing-eun museun?!" ask Kim Tae Young.

"Do it!" the father's orders were brief.

Kim Tae Young did not dare to argue, considering who and what his status in the family to deal with his father.

Arriving at home, Kim Tae Young was immediately approached by her mother. "What's up, Tae Young-hee?" tanyakanya.

Kim Tae Young kept silent and entered his room without giving any answer.