Mayra's Heart Note
Fried rice

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“Woahhh! Masyaallah!”

Repeatedly, Maira stared in amazement at the food that had now been served on her dining table. Repeatedly he also stared in disbelief at the figure of a man who was now sitting relaxed while enjoying his cup of coffee at the dining table.

“This is really you cooking?” maira asked a little less confidently.

“According to you? No way they cook themselves,” replied Arga sighed heavily, “Udah let's have breakfast. Do you want an omelette or a ceplok?” ask her when she wants to take one of the fried rice on the table.

Arga deliberately made two types, namely omelet and one more plash. Because he knew that Maira liked eggs, but the girl also often asked for omelet in the morning. That thing, Maira often do when staying at her house first.

It's true, not infrequently Maira stay at the home of Arga's parents while still in school. Before Maira moved to Bandung with her parents. And almost every morning, the girl always asked to be made fried rice by aunt Naura, which according to her did not taste two.

In fact, fried rice made by aunt Naura is much more delicious than made by her own biological mother, umma Chila. That's according to Maira's taste.

Since then, Arga has always learned to cook with her mother, and often she practices while in Jogja. Arga often brought provisions for Maira, but the man never said that he cooked.

Because of shame, Arga always said that he bought the food, or sometimes he also lied by saying that his mother was visiting and making her provisions.

“What about paroan?” said Maira with a smile a little wide staring at Arga, “And the story I again became a judge, so yes have to try everything.”

The man cut the two eggs in front of him and split them evenly on the two plates to make Maira screech for joy alone.

Simple, since long ago the girl was indeed very simple. Just a little thing can make the girl laugh, cheerful and happy. But, sometimes also the girl is very easy bad mood.

Sometimes, just a small mistake, can immediately make his mood destroyed and even silence everyone he knows. Once the incident, at that time because Arga did not deliver her to the library because she had to deliver Rachel to the hospital.

Arga had to accept being let down by Maira for almost a week. Not only Arga, even campus lecturers also often get an impact because of Maira's moody attitude.

“Hemmm, it turns out to be good also your cooking,” Maira muttered while scooping a mouthful of food into her mouth, “What because you are her aunt Naura times yes, you are, so your cooking tastes almost the same. Yes although still enjoy aunt Naura anyway.”

“Kok Aunty anyway?” the word Arga immediately realized the words of Maira, “She is now already your Mama too. Why should—“

“Yes yes, I forgot. Mama I mean, sorry,” quickly maira error, then she immediately finished her breakfast without saying much more. Because according to her, the cuisine made by her husband is indeed as delicious as that to make her so dear if not immediately spent.

‘Then I could lose to Arga? Okay fix, this abis I have to study with mama Naura.’ Her murmured inwardly after finishing the food on her plate so briefly.

...~To be continue ......