Me And My Step Brothers
Part becomes family

My mom said about the cooking today.

Maybe because of embarrassment - though, actually he did want to cook earlier. But I don't want to kill myself and my new family just to make my mom look good, so I'm the one who cooks all day.

And sure enough, this genius Ale asked when my mother was cooking. If it's just me - he can analyze what else a trivial matter like this. I whisper if I cook. I said my mom couldn't cook. And Ale instantly daleam fashion thinking. I remember when my mom cooked.

Answer;

Never was!

Besides being busy with culinary tours, the one who cooks all this time is Ale.

The four of us sat in front of the dining table. My dad just took off his trousers and went straight to eat what he thought was my mom's cooking.

This is only practical modern cuisine, because I do not really understand typical Javanese or Balinese cuisine. Ale doesn't praise my cooking but calls me a Chef. A famous Chef who has the same name as my name.

I asked about the taste of my cooking. And my mom asked me who Chef Arnold was. And that's why my dad was suspicious.

Ale diverted because my name made him think of a Chef he often watched. My dear father praised Ale for being close to his half-brother.

Sometimes, I want to comment on my father's words.

is he afraid that his new family will treat him the same way that his biological family does? We still have a conscience. Why uphold high self-esteem if we look down on our own family.

I chose to divert, while occasionally teasing Ale and hugging her shoulders. The look on his face was gloomy as if it was gone. Does it feel like he's part of the family?

Me, Damien, my dad, my mom and Ale drove straight to the capital. This time, Damien and I took turns driving the car. Lucky we have brought snacks to just block the stomach because our trip did take a long time, sometimes, just buy food from the seller.

Yes, actually, we know it is prohibited, but at least they still want to try rather than begging and we think the food sold is delicious.

Sometimes, if pity, Ale would give some requestor of the money he had deliberately exchanged for pity.

I just silently looked at it with a smile. While others were commenting on Ale for giving to the beggar - who they believed was more money than them - Ale ignored it and kept giving to the bearer.

Even I once found Ale who had no appetite and kept staring in one direction while eating in a stall. I saw where Ale kept staring. Ale was staring at a beggar looking at the people eating.

Ale quietly glanced at his wallet - at the taste of the money from the sale of home furnishings and COD was still there, Ale rushed to order a serving of rice, side dishes and some fried food and then drinks.

Again, and again I was fascinated by Ale.

I still remember how happy Ale looked when the beggar prayed for my half-brother. How could such a simple thing please Ale?

At a time when everyone was racing for treasure - approaching people from the upper classes for the throne - the only person who did not care about it was Ale.

Women are happy when others are happy.

‘ we are looking for money to meet our happiness, and if all our needs have been met, it's good to share them to make our happiness greater.’ is the only answer Ale gives.

I'm just smiling. The desire to make Ale happy and protect her from her extended family grew even greater. I rushed my car to the capital.