MAKE ME SECOND
COOKING FOR YOU

Inside the main room where there is Pradana and Mandala.

The sun has begun to peek behind the clouds. Embarrassed his rays pierced through the cloud clumps. The thick blanket began to unfold between two people who drooped over the contest. Two people who are still innocent on a soft mattress in the box room. Both are still wriggling to the rhythm that forms the friction of the soul. Violin games with a rhythm back and forth cause a voice of complaint that cannot be interpreted. Until feeling tired lapsed limp with a satisfied smile between the two.

" Dear mandala! Are you happy?" tanya Pradana while gently rubbing mandala hair.

Mandala nodded slowly. Close her face so close to her husband's. His breathing increasingly makes Pradana's desire to rise. His turmoil is now beginning to rebel. Pradana began to kiss the lips of Mandala warmly and slowly. Initially slow but getting longer, scooped up until the heart rate of the two returned to drum with great. Now again there was a husband and wife struggle that happened. Strange sounds were again heard and uncontrollable outside the door of the room so that the new Yasinta, just coming from the market heard back the complaints and cries of ease from within it. Yasinta then rushed his feet to the kitchen located behind the house.

Yasinta took a rough breath. He had to get used to the situation. Maybe this is his way of life. But don't they just take care of their feelings a little? Pradana does not like Yasinta. Her love is only for Mandala.

Today Yasinta really wants to busy himself by going to the market for shopping. After that he did not want to stay silent. Busying yourself will reduce a lot of thinking and lamenting fate. It would make his life worthless in that house.

Yasinta started cooking food from the ingredients he had bought in the market. He had to start squeaking inside that house. No more heart. Although there is an intention not to think but still think. Yasinta still survives his circumstances. Has honey that lives one roof with her. Yasinta is determined to survive his marriage to Pradana. Even though until now he has never been touched by Pradana.

"Is there a woman other than me who has the same fate as me? Having a husband but never being touched once. And have honey and live in one house" Yasinta said in tears.

His hands started peeling the red and white onions for seasoning. After that pick small and large chili. Yasinta wants to make sambel. Although her thoughts are a little chaotic, but she still wants to be busy and make food for her husband and honey. She wants to continue serving her husband. Giving kindness because she is still the wife of Pradana.

After an hour has passed. Yasinta was ready with his cooking. He began to serve his food at the dinner table. Vegetable chicken soup, soy sauce, grilled ribs and crackers have been presented on the dining table. With a smile, Yasinta began to sit in the dining room. Waiting for her husband and her husband to come out of the room.

" Why haven't they come out yet? Aren't they hungry all night fighting?" think Yasinta.

Yasinta began to step into the main room with her husband and honeymoon. Slowly start knocking on the door of the room. The door was finally opened by Mandala. A smile develops thrown from the lips of the two.

" Yes, what's wrong with Sinta?" ask Mandala kindly. It looks like Mandala is dressed neatly and seems ready to take a shower.

" Oh Mas Pradana's still bathing, mbak!" answer Mandala.

" Oh so yeah! The mandala! Don't eat late. There's a baby in your stomach. After the Pradana mas finished bathing, take a meal with ya!" Yasinta.

" What's up, baby?" tanya Pradana to Mandala.

" It's a mas! Sinta's mom invited us to eat together. She said Sinta's mom had cooked." replied Mandala.

" Love! We want to eat out and shop for Mandala and our child" Prada told Yasinta.

" Oh so yeah!" sahut Yasinta tried to hide his disappointment.

Mandala who saw the look on her face Mbak Yasinta sad and disappointed began to entertain her.

" Sinta, don't worry! Later if I come home from the streets, I must eat the food mbak Sinta deh. Sinta's cooking must be delicious!" the word Mandala was slowly close to Yasinta's ear.

" Or can I taste it now, ma'am?" add Mandala while stepping to the dining table.

" Hey Mandala baby! Where are you going, honey? Let's go now!" pradana said while pulling Mandala's hand. Mandala just looked at Mbak Yasinta with a look full of pity.

" Sinta Ma'am! We go first, Dad! We'll just be a minute!" yelled Mandala who was still polite and always respected Yasinta.

Yasinta just threw her smile at Mandala.