Italicized Before 24 Hours
PAPA OH PAPA

The sound of the spatula clashing with the frying pan sounded so loud. Plus, the delicious aroma that starts to come out of the kitchen area is so tempting. Making Nara's steps steadily towards the kitchen.

Bi Surti was busy in front of the frying pan with a burning stove. As for Mama Tiur, the woman seemed busy weeding kale while occasionally joking with Bi Surti.

"Ma's toast, bik." Sapa Nara while walking closer to her mother. Pulling out a chair and sitting next to the middle-aged woman.

"Bag darling. Tumben early in the morning here, hungry already?" Guess mama Tiur.

Nara shakes. "Make learning to cook."

The first response Mama Tiur showed was definitely shock. Bi Surti who was frying the fish immediately turned to look at Nara.

What's wrong with her? Studying cooking? sure one?

"What's wrong, Ma?" Nara felt that the response of her mother and Bi Surti was a bit excessive.

"Non Nara must not have caught it." Cockroach Bik Surti.

"meaning?" Nara frowned towards Bi Surti.

"Not yet awakened his consciousness. Alias is still ngigau. Ujug ujug, want to learn to cook, weird." Bi Surti still couldn't believe it. Ten years he's been working at this house. Never once saw Nara have the initiative to cook, or study.

"Yey. People want to learn even mutedekin." grumbled Nara.

"Do you really want to learn how to cook Ra?" Ask mama Tiur.

"It's really Ma."

"Definitely because Den Septian nih non Nara suddenly wanted to learn to cook. If not, not sure aunt."

"Kok know the hell bi?" Sahut Nara while giggling and covering her mouth with the palm of her hand.

Tiur geleng geleng with a smile. It was great to see Nara change in a more positive direction. Because it is too spoiled, Nara so can not do any homework. Different from her sister Kinan. Who is good at cooking, even quite reliable also for other work such as cleaning the house.

In the past, Tiur thought, Nara will be more mature and independent when studying abroad. In fact no, her father would not allow Nara to live alone. Nara was entrusted to Satrio's brother who was married to a native UK.

"Here, help mama weed kale." Tiur shifted the container containing kale slightly ahead of Nara.

"Well, there's nothing more specific about what the task is. I want to learn to cook, even asked to weed kale. Teach me what cooking recipes are?"

"Yes, you peeled a red onion with garlic. Mama taught me to make kale."

"match it." Sahut Bi Surti while showing his two thumbs. "Den Septian loves kale."

"Really Bi?" Ask Nara wonder. Why did Bi Surti understand more about Septian than him. Actually who is Bi Surti's wife or him?

"really. Wong Aden said it to me. She loves kale making aunty. There's a mixture of ebi's just as bad." Bi Surti.

Nara immediately grabbed the onion and garlic container. Her spirit stirred me to hear her husband liked kangkung. Threw a knife on the table and took a red onion. One, two, three, still safe. But next, his eyes began to feel the spicy effect of the onion. Not to mention the garlic.

When the heat was felt, Kina whack. Nara hurriedly headed towards the sink to wash her eyes. It was not as easy as his shadow. Peeling an onion alone is already this difficult, even more difficult than memorizing mathematical formulas.

"Still excited? not blush?" Tempted mama Tiur while holding back a laugh as Nara sat back in her original place.

"Still Ma. This is over, the show peeling him up? Then what else am I supposed to do?"

Mama Tiur painstakingly taught Nara to make kale. Starting from any seasoning that must be prepared. Until how to stir-fry. Nara's very rigid movements while holding the spatula made Bi Surti unable to hold back his laughter. But Nara remains passionate. He wants to prove, if he deserves the title of all-round wife. Can satisfy the stomach, as well as those under the stomach.

...*****...

Some types of side dishes appear to be on the dining table. Satrio is the type of person who, in principle, has not eaten if he has not eaten rice. So there's no breakfast bread in the dictionary of his life.

He also does not want fried rice breakfast. Trying to reduce oily food as recommended by Raka. So every morning, Tiur and Bi Surti must be busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast with a variety of healthy menus.

Breakfast this morning was different. There were only three people at the dinner table.

"Where is your husband Ra?" Ask papa Satrio.

"Still sleeping Pah." After the morning prayers, Septian went back to sleep. His sleep that seemed sound, made Nara could not bear to wake up.

"Have he done, this hour is still sleeping. It could be like that at home." Said Satrio in a annoyed tone.

"Blow off the work of the reward. Almost 1 o'clock just got home. He's only been sleeping a few hours. In a moment, he's also working again, getting into the day shift." Nara Bela.

"I think he's the only one who works. Everyone in this house works too. How much does his salary go a month? How much living do you have with him?"

Nara almost choked on hearing her papa question. Can his papa passed out if he knows the nominal number that Septian gave him.

"Papa don't talk about it dong. See Nara, her appetite is instantly lost because of papa's question. Mending papa cobain's this." Tiur took a spoonful of kale and put it on Satrio's plate.

"That's Nara cooking you." He continued with a smile towards Nara.

"You learned to cook Ra?" Satrio scrunched his forehead.

Nara nodded.

"Where's Pa, good?" Ask mama Tiur.

"Nob." Papa Satrio answered while looking at Nara.

"Nara. Now it's not just good at math. She's also good at cooking." Praise Tiur.

"The septian that told you to learn to cook? Wh why? let's make life difficult."

"Bah." Sela Tiur's. "Emang is just a difficult person who can cook. Mama can cook too. Are we living hard? aren't you?"

Satrio continued eating. No more talking about learning to cook. Because what Tiur said is true.

"Bah." Call Nara.

"Hem." replied Satrio as he shifted his gaze from the plate to Nara.

"Please accept brother yes pah. Nara knows, brother is far from the criteria of dream ghost papa. Far away even. But Nara was sure, one day, she could make papa proud. He's a good man Pah." Nara said with her eyes starting to glaze over.

Satrio moved from his seat and approached Nara. Standing next to Nara stroking her hair.

Nara wrapped her arms around the waist of the papa with her head attached to her stomach.

"Are you happy with this marriage?" Satrio asked with his loyal hand stroking the top of Nara's head.

"Blessed, very happy."

"Papa's happy to hear it." Satrio kissed Nara's head.

"You know Ra. Your happiness is papa's priority. Even if you are 25 years old. But for papa, you are still a little princess that you must protect and ensure her happiness. You are everything to papa. And seeing you happy, is papa's dream."

Nara who was carried away started crying. Without saying it, he knew that his father loved him very much. Since childhood, his request has never been rejected by his father. And maybe because of that too, she became a spoiled and slightly selfish girl.

"Papa's afraid you're unhappy. Remembering what Septian did to you until you got pregnant. Papa can't be sure if he's the right guy for you."

"The gate is wrong. But Nara was wrong too. We're both equally wrong here."

Tiur felt his tears suddenly come down by itself. She was moved to see the interaction between Nara and her husband.

Satrio kissed Nara's head repeatedly. He also seemed to wipe away his tears.

"Bah, continue eating it. It's noon, you're late for college." Tiur.

Satrio shrunk his nose and returned to his seat.

Satrio took the fried fish and put it on Nara's plate. "Eat a lot, let papa's grandchildren be healthy."

...*****...

As usual, Nara always showered Septian's face with a kiss when waking up her husband. The right way is right, waking up two at once.

"What time is Ra." Septian asked as he rubbed his eyes.

"Hour 8 more bang."

The surprised Septian immediately sat down. He looked at the wall clock in the room. Right, it's 8 more.

"Kok didn't wake up brother from earlier was Ra? It's past breakfast. Papa must be nanyain's brother. Where should Ra's brother's face be placed. Numpang lives at home in-laws, continues to eat for free. But it's good to eat molor."

Nara just smiled at Septian babbling. The man seemed to be panicking for something that wasn't really that serious.

"Grand dad bang. Don't think about it. Mending brother shower, keep breakfast."

Septian saw Nara's eyes. It looks red as if crying. Septian immediately shuffled beside Nara and watched her face closely.

"You're crying out Ra? Any problem? what's up?"

Nara smiled at the anxious look Septian showed. Her husband is amazing. Very attentive to him.

"Gara because of brother." Nara answered while pursing her lips.

"Did you?" Because of brother?" Septian looked at himself. How could it be because of him? He just woke up, didn't do anything.

Nara nodded. "Gara for making brother cah kangkung. I'll be the onion's nangisin." He replied while hitting Septian's arm slowly.

Septian laughter broke out instantly. He then grabbed Nara's hands and kissed her. "Thank you, my beautiful brother's wife. I want to bother cooking for my brother. But you need to know Ra. You never want to cook. Stay to be yourself. Because whatever and whatever you are. One thing that will never change. Brother loves you. I love you.

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