I Love You My Step Mother
Strange Feelings

I'm still sick and Andrian is so considerate. This morning, sunday. From a distance I was watching how Andrian skillfully prepared breakfast for both of us. My heart was mesmerized by the way he moved nimbly in the kitchen, picking up the ingredients carefully.

"What cooking, Dri?" ask me while approaching him.

Andrian turned to me as he was slicing a carrot. "Andrian wants to cook soup, for Mom."

"Can you cook?" I scrunched my forehead.

"It could be dong, but if told to cook a heavy-heavy Andrian can not," he replied with oddity. "Mom rest in the room."

"Bored long in the room continues."

"Mother, it's still weak and has not fully recovered, so I have to get some rest. Later Andrian bring food to the room." Andrian put a pot of water on the stove after he finished slicing vegetables to make soup.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Andrian," I said unkindly.

Andrian looked at me with a flat expression. "Don't say that, for Andrian's mother, you'll do anything."

I was stunned by his words just now. Seeing Andrian care for me so sincerely touched my heart. I saw the good in his actions.

"Mom to the room first, yeah. Take a break." Andrian nodded after I said goodbye to him.

Fifteen minutes later, Andrian brought food to the room where I was sitting leaning on the bed. I saw how he gently fed food into my mouth, as we talked warmly. Each of his mouthfuls was like a tasteful seduction that flowed within each bite.

When I tasted the food she prepared, it felt like my whole body was warm and comfortable. Like being flanked by flowing happiness. I couldn't help but smile on my face as I watched her proudly observing my reaction.

"No boy?" Andrian looked at me curiously.

"Yes, you're good at cooking soup too."

"Andrian, that's what," he said with a wide grin.

We share stories, laughter, and hope behind every mouthful of food. He listened carefully and gave a thoughtful response. In our conversation, I felt really heard and appreciated.

"That night you why did you look angry when you slammed the door? Do you have a problem?" I shifted the topic because I suddenly remembered the incident that night. I've been wondering since the last few days that he hasn't come home.

His expression turned flat as I gave a line of questions. "There's nothing at all."

My forehead shrinks. "Keep, why did you leave the house for five days? Your father's worried."

"Andrian staying at a friend's house."

"If there's a story problem."

Andrian looked down at the floor. "There's nothing." A second later he looked at me intensely. "Andrian can't tell people."

"Why?" ask me with a curious look.

"Andrian, go to the kitchen first wash this. Don't forget to take the medicine." Andrian moved from the side of the bed, with an empty plate and bowl in hand. He passed by without answering my question.

Although I was still curious about her sudden change in attitude, but I felt overwhelmed by the attention she gave me. Every moment we spent together in this room made me even more touched by his warm and friendly attitude.

***

I had been lying limp for two days in pain, and today I decided to teach again. Thanks to Andrian who took care of me well and painstakingly, slowly my condition began to improve healthy again. I should thank him.

As for Mas Reza, he was still busy with his affairs outside the city. When calling by phone, Mas Reza still can't go home. Actually, I don't really care about it either. It is up to him to linger somewhere though, I never miss him either.

You could say, I married her without any love, but it was because Dad kept pushing me, so don't blame myself if I haven't been able to open my heart for her!

"Mom, you'll go home with Andrian again, yes," he said after we both got out of the car. Think of the plan I gave as an answer. "Oh, yes. If you feel tired, keep going home, just call Andrian."

I don't know, for two days I was amazed by his attitude which suddenly became very sweet and caring. Is it possible because I am sick?

"Yes," I said to her and did not forget to give her my sweet smile.

"Alright, then Andrian first yes, ma'am." Andrian ran away from the parking area. Sometimes he looked back and looked at me waving his hand. Until the figure disappeared from the distance.

***

Praise God, the teaching process is over. Almost five minutes I was in the parking lot, leaning on the vehicle, waiting for Andrian to arrive. Seen from a distance, he walked quickly towards me. "Sorry, Mom. Waiting long?" ask her with a breath.

"Not long ago very. Mother, also just arrived at the parking lot," I replied lying, when in fact it was five minutes ago.

"Oh, let's go home."

As we were about to enter the car, a girl suddenly came over to Andrian.

"Bg ... Brother, do you live me?!" The girl was upset.

"Siska, I'm sorry today I couldn't anterin you just yet."

"Ish, even though I told my driver to come home again, because I want to go home with my sister!" his whine while writhing spoiled in Andrian's arm. Andrian responded coldly.

Andrian glanced at me. Maybe he gave me a code to ask permission. "You anterine him first, Dri. After that we just went home."

The girl then turned her head towards me, with a knotty smile imprinted on her sweet face. "Eh there's a teacher, uh wrong, aunt." He drew closer, extended a hand. "Know, Mum. My name is Siska, Andrian's girlfriend."

"Yes, I already know," I said, nodding and receiving a helping hand. All teachers and students must have known the grandchildren of the owner of this foundation.

"Come, let's go home" Andrian exclaimed as he entered the car sitting behind the steering wheel. However, as I held the car handle about to get inside, the girl blocked my arm. My reflexes looked astonished.

"Tante, can Siska sit in front with Brother Andrian? Aunty in the back, yes," she asked with a cry.

Alright. As an adult here I must give up. He's Andrian's girlfriend, and he's probably in a state of strife so he wants to be close to the idol.

"Yes, may be Siska" I said with my lips turned upwards.

"Thank you, Aunt."

During the trip, the spoiled girl was constantly chattering, making the whole car so noisy. I love the quiet, a little bit of piqued. Could he stop talking for a second?

***

In prime time hours like this it's good to watch television while nyemil. However, it seems not enough just to eat snacks alone, because the worms in the stomach are struggling to ask for a filling meal.

Entering the kitchen, open the cupboard kichen set. Take a pack of instant noodles. A moment later Andrian came. He walked towards the refrigerator, opened it and took a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

I was watching him. She looks sexy when she drinks water. Eh? I shook my head to wake up. What the hell am I thinking? Back I shift focus open noodles.

"Mother, cook noodles?" Andrian's voice distracts. My reflexes looked at him flatly.

"Yes. You want no noodles? Let's have a masakin' mother."

The boy gave a faint smile towards me. "Andrian, not hungry, ma'am" he replied as he put the bottle back in the refrigerator.

My forehead shriveled, as I felt something creeping over my ankles. Slowly I looked down, and I found ...

"Aaarrgh, cockroaches ..!" I panicked and was scared.

Panic attacks hit. My body was suddenly like a Ponorogo reog who could not stay still because he was busy prancing with flickering feet to and fro, let the damn creature quickly get out of the top of my feet. I'm disgusted!

However, I accidentally bumped into Andrian's body which could not hold me because of the sudden rapid movement. We both slammed onto the floor in an unethical position. I'm pinning down his body!

"Aaaw," Andrian grimaced in pain falling to the floor. A second later, our eyes exchanged glances. For a moment we were silent in silence.

The deg!

I don't know why my heart suddenly beats. The face heats up and we unwittingly look at each other. There was a strange sigh creeping.

What is this feeling?