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5. LET'S ROCK HIM!

Today is my first day studying with Rini's mother. As Grandma said, she did look the same age as Grandma. Rini's mother is a very friendly person. His voice was very good to hear in the ears. Today I learned about manners of being a woman.

So even a woman needs training. I rolled my eyeballs. It feels like laughing, but I respect Rini's mother, so I just hold back.

And it turns out that being a woman in the Bahari family, is not being an ordinary woman as I know it.

I was with Rini's mother from 8am to 12pm. Then after that, I had to go to lunch with Grandma. And after that, it's a day break. Then, in the afternoon, we chatted in the park accompanied by a cup of tea and snacks made by Chef Marko.

At 7pm, I went to dinner with my grandparents. Lucka's not here tonight. Grandpa said he was still in the office.

Cih, just tell me he doesn't want to see me. Basic sucks!

At 8pm I went into my room. I feel tired today. And this is just my first day of training.

"My feet hurt a lot, Al.." I complained to Alisa.

"Miss want me to call a massage expert?"

"No need. I don't want to trouble. It's all because I'm not friendly with high heels. Geez! My leg hurts so much! Even the way I walk I have to learn it?"

"Miss must be patient. That's the rule here. Miss, excited!"

I smile. It's great to have a friend like Alisa. I miss Lala, my best friend. How is he doing? He must be busy applying to college. Come to think of it, my teenage years are gone. Now I have to prepare to be someone's wife.

Just thinking about it frustrates me. I let out a breath. Scroll wall clock. It's still 8 o'clock more. I asked Alisa to go back to her dorm. I want to be alone. And I want to take a walk to the park yesterday.

The roses in the garden are in bloom. Real beautiful. Only here can I feel calm. I want to call Mom. But I'm afraid I'll cry if I hear her voice. I'd better call her next time. I don't want Mom to worry about me. I'll strengthen my heart, Mom. This is all for the sake of running grandfather's will.

"Small over again, huh?"

Holy hooch! That sound always got me almost to a heart attack.

"Can't you greet me first? And I don't run. It's eight o'clock, I can still walk around the house." I said.

"Whatever! It's none of my business either!"

"Why did you miss dinner? Grandpa and Grandma wish you could come."

"I'm very busy. Don't be so pretentious and don't set me up."

"I didn't set you up. But at least respect them."

"Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your talk."

And this strange man passed from before me without saying goodbye. I'm so upset about it.

"Look at it later! I'll pay you back!" muttered.

...***...

Today I asked my grandparents for permission to make my own food. Honestly, I don't fit into the food menu at home. I've lived here for almost a week, and my stomach always starts to break down after eating food here.

Chef Marko said there was nothing wrong with the food. He uses fresh and quality ingredients every day.

I explained to Chef Marko, not the wrong food, the wrong thing was my stomach. Hehe. My stomach isn't used to this kind of food, even though it's very healthy and the ingredients are quality.

Grandpa agreed to my request, and finally today I went with Chef Marko shopping for the kitchen.

At five o'clock in the morning, we arrived at a large supermarket. I thought I was going to go shopping at the market. But it wasn't.

"Mr Lucka is very sensitive to foodstuffs. He could only eat from high-quality ingredients. And it's only provided by this store." explains Chef Marko.

Well, this place does look like a traditional market, but it is more luxurious. All the ingredients here are organic.

"What's Mr. Lucka's favorite meal?" Suddenly I was curious about the cynical man's favorite food.

"Mr Lucka really likes pasta."

"Chef, I'll go shopping for my own ingredients. We'll meet at the cashier."

I walked away with my own shopping trolley. I can finally make my own food.

After shopping, I prepared everything in my own kitchen. Grandpa was very good. I asked for my own kitchen in the open, and grandfather immediately granted it by juggling the north garden gazebo into a kitchen for me. And not far from the kitchen, grandfather made a set of dining table with a sturdy and luxurious tent. Then, I also asked my grandparents for breakfast together with me and Lucka this morning. There will be many surprises for him today, hihihi.

...***...

At seven in the morning, I had prepared breakfast for the Bahari family. Today Chef Marko has a cooking holiday. And I'll take over. Just one day. Because grandfather didn't allow me to bother cooking like most of the other family's daughters-in-law. I really like cooking though. How not? My mom sells rice. I'm used to being in the kitchen.

"What did you ask me to come here? Since when are you allowed to cook here? Where's Chef Marko? Why isn't he cooking?"

Got you! It's not too hard to make you talk to me, either. I smiled to myself looking at the grumbling Lucka.

"Sit down! Let's wait for Grandpa and grandma first."

Lucka obeyed my words.

"Why not answer my question? Where's Chef Marko?"

"Ups, sorry. I forgot to answer. Chef Marko is off today. And I cooked breakfast today." I replied confidently. A man like him we must fight bravely. Hidhi.

"You've only been here one week and you've been doing it. Who do you think you are, huh?"

"Luckie! Don't talk rudely to love. He's a guest here." Grandpa Jansen came with Grandma.

Fuck you! My mind screams with joy.

"Grandfather, Grandma. Thank you for being ready to come. Please sit!" I glanced at Lucka while smiling triumphantly and mocking him.

When everyone was in their seats, I asked Chef Marko to bring me the food I had cooked.

I see Lucka constantly squealing. Feel you! And once again my heart danced with joy.

"Just relax, all the ingredients that I cooked have good quality. Please open, Chef!"

I asked Chef Marko to open the dessert he was carrying. Everyone looked dumbfounded by the food I made. More precisely, since they seemed to have just seen such food, hihi.

"What is that, Love?" Ask Grandma.

"This is Bakmie Jowo. Cooked with Javanese spices, resulting in a special taste."

I asked Chef Marko to pour my Bakmie Jowo into each person's plate.

At first Grandfather frowned, but after one mouthful entered his mouth, he enjoyed the taste I made. So did Grandma. They like my cooking. But, I see Lucka still doesn't touch his plate.

"Eat! Take it easy, I don't put poison in it." My speech.

And with doubt finally Lucka feed me little by little bakmie jowo.

"I heard you like pasta, so I made you a real Indonesian pasta. It doesn't feel inferior to that pasta from abroad." 

I smiled triumphantly. Lucka. He even ate it very well.

My mother said, if you want to touch the heart of the man you like, then get close to him with food. Cook something nice for her, and you will definitely get her heart.

"But this is not pasta! It's a lot different than pasta." Lucka muttered with his mouth still full of food.

Holy hooch! Even handsome guys will look 'absurd' when they're starving. I laughed a little at him.

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