Let Us Unite
Part. 43 Is my cooking bad?
"Ma, Nathan's sleeping with Papa tonight?" nathan's permission on Isyana.
Although somewhat doubtful in fact Isyana nodded as well. Nathan has always been so close to his mother.
"Then let Itan sleep with Mama" Tristan said.
"okay."
That night Zidane slept in the children's room and Isyana slept in the room with Tristan.
From Isyana's room there was a sound of laughter between Isyana and Tristan but from the room next door there was no sound.
"Ma Itan wants to see Atan as papa first."
Tristan peeked out from behind the door. Nathan is focused on his iPad and Zidane is just lying on the bed looking at the ceiling.
Tristan returned to his mother's room with a small laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" ask Isyana to Tristan.
"Funny Ma's room next to the morgue kayak is deserted and the aura is cold."
"What the hell are you, honey?"
"Mom see for yourself!"
Isyana who was curious followed Tristan's advice. He peeked out from behind the door that was not closed perfectly. True said Tristan the atmosphere inside the room was cold beyond the air temperature outside. Then Isyana returned to their room.
"Where's Ma?"
"You're right. They're diem-dieman. Do they have no topics to talk about?"
"Emang basically is Ma. That's how ice blocks meet the same cold refrigerator over the air temperature in winter."
The two children and the mother laughed together.
"Let's just sleep!"
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The clock on the wall shows 5.30am local time. Zidane carefully let go of Nathan's embrace then moved into the kitchen. Since last night he had been thinking about what menu he would cook this morning. On second thought his choice now fell to fried rice. For Zidane the fried rice menu is the easiest menu that can be cooked.
Luckily Isyana is not a native Frenchman if until he is original people there can not be imagined what Zidane has to cook. Do not cook him the ingredients were not necessarily he knew especially he never entered the kitchen. When visiting France, Zidane just stay to book at the restaurant without thinking about the ingredients made from anything.
It is not without reason that Zidane chose to cook fried rice. Last night Zidane went into control of the ingredients in the kitchen it turned out he saw there was a stock of rice there and when asked, Nathan said he had been used to eating rice.
Zidane started cutting onions while waiting for the rice to ripen. Armed with his knowledge through the video he downloaded last night Zidane has really memorized what spices he should use.
He deftly cooked the fried rice and served it at the dinner table.
Nathan, who woke up without his father beside him, understood where his father was now. In a hurry he stepped into the kitchen.
"Pa! Papa cooks this early?"
"Eh yes boy. Are you awake?"
"Yes Pa. Papa hasn't finished cooking?"
"The fish are left. Papa wants to pluck the egg first let afdol."
"Udah used to live Pa. We pray together mumpung again gather usually at this hour Mama and Tristan are already in the prayer room."
"Yes, you go first, let me catch up!"
"Okay Pa is waiting!"
Zidane did not immediately move from his place he doubted whether to catch up with Nathan. Since he was depressed he rarely prayed. What would happen if he was asked to be a priest by them.
"Pa, you are waiting for Mama!" Nathan called Zidane back because he hasn't arrived yet. Nathan's appearance is now ready to wear his op-giving gloves complete with coffee.
Actually Isyana never asked Nathan to call Zidane but it was Tristan's plan that told Nathan that his father was called his mother.
Hearing himself awaited Isyana Zidane tried to dispel his doubts and nervousness. Immediately he went into the bathroom and took ablution.
"Because papa is here now Papa is a priest!" pinta Tristan's.
Without saying anything, Zidane took the priestly position.
After the prayer, the two children kissed his papa's hand.
Isyana finally reached out to kiss Zidane's hand.
Nathan and Tristan smiled to see that his family was now intact he did not understand that between his mother and his father was still not bound by sacred promises. For a moment they looked like a happy family.
"Yuk Pa, I'm helping her egg!" take Nathan.
After changing his clothes they rushed to the kitchen finishing the unfinished task. After they finished they both called Isyana and Tristan.
Now they all gathered at the dinner table.
Isyana took the fried rice to her plate as well as with her two children who were used to taking their own meals.
"Why not eat?" tristan asked to see that his third plate was filled with rice while Zidane was silent.
"What does Nathan need to get?" bargain Nathan.
"Not let me take it myself."
Zidane lazily scooped the rice onto his own plate but he had not eaten either. He chose to look at Isyana who was now chewing her food slowly. Zidane was suspicious and afraid his cooking was not tasty on Isyana's tongue.
"Where's the cooking not good?" ask him to Isyana.
"Eh, it's delicious, '" replied Isyana because the spice was fitting.
"really?"
"True Pa." Tristan answered.
Nathan only gave two thumbs up.
Seeing the three praising his cooking Zidane became happy and started scooping his food.
"Jeek." Zidane wants to spit out his food. Soon he ran to the sink to clean his mouth. Then back to the dining table approached the three.
"You stop eating let me order it online!"
"Why should you stop Pa? It's really good."
"You don't dong if it's not good don't say good. It's salty to know later if you continue you can have high blood."
"What the hell is that talking? It's really good" Nathan said.
Isyana just nodded confirming Nathan's words.
"Areally not? You don't teach a son to lie dong!"
"Don't you believe it?" Isyana scoops the rice and feeds it into Zidane's mouth.
Zidane hesitated to accept Isyana's bribe fearing vomiting but if denied when else he could have such an opportunity. Finally he took the opportunity, no matter what important vomiting can be the attention of Isyana he thought.
"Where is it really good, right?" ask Isyana.
"Cock really good huh? Is it not because the spoon has your mouth," Zidane teased.
Hearing Zidane's words, Isyana rolled her eyes lazily and then looked away.
"What's Pa's relationship?" nathan didn't understand.
"Yes your mama's mouth is sweet so the salt is neutral" Zidane said.
"Don't Papa mode huh!" canda Tristan's.
"Ah not really what Papa ate was salty. If you can't believe it, let's taste it!" Zidane fed Tristan with the rice on his plate.
"Well, what really is salty?"
"That means the salt is uneven" Isyana said.
"Good thing Papa didn't get mama. If you get your mama, Papa will be fired right now" Tristan said.
"Boy you're brave with Papa!"
The four men laughed together.
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