I Love U! Husband Carried
CHAPTER 15 - Fortune Taste

I noticed the cooking recommendations in the Recipe book. If I was good at cooking would not be difficult to cook the lunch and dinner menu, but in order to fulfill my promise in marriage, then this is not a meaningful barrier. I want to be able to make Kak Anta something nutritious to eat later. Next week, it looks like I'm going to ask Anta to buy me a new book. This book has been around for too long, so there are some broken parts that are unreadable.

While thinking about the most appropriate choice, I chose to water the flowers first in the front porch pot. The ancient rose of Bourbon type, today she is blooming. It is very nice to see the growth, because this rose only flowers a season in a year. The petals are beautiful, the color of the petals is pink exactly like the face of a girl when in love.

Shortly after, I put a kingpin still containing half water to the floor when I heard the voice of Sister Isma calling my name from the front of the fence.

"Morning," she said in a gentle tone as usual.

"For Ma'am."

"No shopping, Gift?"

"Shop, but Isma's later." Answer me with a smile. "At least a minute."

"alright. About yesterday I'm sorry, yeah. Because it doesn't help you. The ledge in the house was apparently broken as well, so I can't go back."

After telling me the reason, Sister Isma said, "If I help you again this morning, how? consider it a replacement yesterday. I feel guilty for playing away, even though I offered."

I have understood the meaning of Sister Isma.

At first, I felt bad for being a hindrance in their relationship and honestly I also thought that Mbak Isma was very good, because he wanted to help me to serve Anta well. But now I always remember what Brother Anta said last night;

Could it be none of our business never to have Isma again?! you don't know how I feel! how hard can I try to remove the shadows about him?!just hearing his name, I was still sick. I don't like you imitating Isma,

His words, so deep into my heart. I don't know, what it means, it's just that I'll take the part that I see, namely Kak Anta wants there to be no more Mbak Isma in our lives. I realized how difficult it was for Kak Anta to struggle to forget Mbak Isma, because he had chosen me. Therefore, as his wife, I will respect Sister Anta's choice. Help him grow love and forget the shadow of Mbak Isma.

"What's wrong, Ma'am Isma's advice yesterday was more than enough, at least I know what is the taste of Kak Anta." My answer is humble so that Ms. Isma is not offended.

"Don't be so awkward. Let's just say I helped you get to know your husband better and faster."

"Thank you once again Ma'am, next time if you need help, I will say. If now there seems to be no more obstacles."

As soon as Ms. Isma left, I went into the kitchen from the garage to pick up my wallet and get ready for the vegetable stall. While preparing, I looked up at the sky, and saw the clouds rolling, but it was still morning. It is not surprising, the air for me feels hotter and sultry. This hot weather usually marks the emergence of storms.

I pulled the fence from the inside and started walking.

When finally reached the vegetable stall, apparently there are still many mothers shopping including Mbak Isma. While spreading a smile I turned my eyes to the row of vegetables in front of me, this time I will not let these many outwit me again, until I am confused like yesterday.

While the other mothers were busy chatting I picked up the squid that was in the ice box.but suddenly from that end Isma's mom interrupted, "Don't cook it, Mas Reza is seafood allergic!!"

Suddenly everyone looked at me. Sister Isma's warning inevitably made me suddenly the center of attention, "I don't want to cook this Mbak, Ma'am, just wanna get rid of it 'cause I'm gonna grab the chili that fell into this box." I replied casually. Lucky there is chili in this ice block, so I can make an excuse to avoid.

"Thank God, sorry, my gift. I didn't mean to yell, I was worried that you bought the wrong one. Even the food will be wasted." Said Sister Isma while sighing in relief. "What do you want to cook today?" continued.

"Fire the fire, Ma'am."

"By my mind Mas Reza prefers fried food crisp, Gift."

"Well, Isma really understands Mr. Anta yes. until he knows all the tastes of the police, but he has broken up but still remembers very well. Even now to help Pak Anta's wife. Very good, indeed Isma is a complete package woman." chirped one of the mothers.

"Thank You Ma'am before, but my husband says whatever I cook, he'll love it. Therefore now I am not worried about choosing a menu, very lucky to have a husband who appreciates a wife like, Sister Anta."

Hearing my reply Everyone fell silent and returned busy to their respective vegetables.

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