Love Word
Lectured

Mika's life gets better after the revelation of her biological parents. Mama Sekar spent more time at home and relied on his men to handle his business. This morning is an example of quality time with Mika.

Mama Sekar and Mika plan to cook liwet rice, a tasty and nutritious dish. All the necessary materials they had prepared. First of all ingredients such as shallots, garlic, bay leaves, lemongrass and chili on stir-fry first. After that, the seasoning stir-fry is put into the rice cooker along with the rice and water. Do not forget to add salt and broth to taste more savory.

Next it is clear to turn on the rice cooker and cook the rice and also saute the seasoning earlier. After some time, Mama Sekar put the anchovy and jambal bread that Mika had fried it into. After that Mama Sekar stir well and tanak back until the rice is cooked perfectly.

"Oh that's how it is, Ma."

"Don't 'oh that', Ka! You should be able to cook dong!" said Sekar while putting a freshly cooked side dish on the dining table.

After tanak, rice liwet mixed with various spices and anchovy is ready to be enjoyed. The dishes presented are complete at the dining table such as lalapan, chicken, tofu, and tempeh are neatly presented at the dining table. The cooking menu is simple, delicious, and nutritious very suitable to eat together to make their relationship closer. Slowly familiarity began to wander through every mouthful after mouthful until everything was finished.

"Ka, from now on Mama saw your face glum and why?"

"No! I've been happy since I cooked with Mama until now."

Mama Sekar smiled thinly with meaning. "Your eyes can't lie. You must have a problem, right?" press Mama Sekar when their eyes meet.

"I want it, Ma. If we love someone, but he chooses someone else. Do we have to go after him until he's ours?"

Mika nodded weakly. Her mother's answer still did not satisfy her heart. However, at least the advice of Mama Sekar makes it more rigid in dealing with his problems. Slowly but surely Mika will try to disappear completely love that.

***

Naisha's gaze was fixed on the black T-shirt lying horribly on the floor. Again the bad habits of men who make him annoyed, even though he has warned if putting dirty clothes do not carelessly. T-shirt made from cotton combed, his eyes caught a book in deep blue under the bed. His hands stretched out to take the thing.

"This is Mas Alhan's? Like a diary, but why put it here."

Naisha looked at the book carefully. Though hesitant, he decided to open up. His curiosity about what the actual contents of the book could not be withheld.

Life will erode anything that chooses silence, forcing us to follow its honest yet secretive grand flow. You, are no exception.

~ notearose