Mohabbat
What Can You Do?

In another magnificent house, a house surrounded by large trees. A woman sits opposite three men dressed in black. They looked like a bodyguard with a burly and large body.

"I want you to find out about who the daughter-in-law of Dewantara is? Find out as much detail as possible the identity of the woman. I feel familiar with her" the woman said with a serious face.

He seemed to be thinking, looking for something in the memory of the blind girl in the mansion earlier. Inwardly wondering, want to say hello, but the Goddess does not allow. The hostess did not like her own daughter-in-law. Everyone knows the reason, because besides being blind he is from the bottom is not worth them.

"Okay, we'll give you the information as soon as possible. Excuse us!" they stood up and left the hidden house.

He flips the chair facing the window, puts his index finger on the temple, thinks back to Daisha.

"Ah, did I forget what that girl's name was? Why is she so familiar, I feel close to her." He's monologuing in the quiet. Alone in such a big house, does not make it worse.

He climbed up and climbed the circular staircase to the second floor. Go into the room, lie on a big, soft mattress. He was old, but he looked younger than his real age. The woman is good at taking care of herself even though no partner is a friend.

"Alejandro, it's been years, but I can't replace you, baby." He was closed, a bunch of longing kept gathering locked his soul in silence.

****

The long, annoying night had passed peacefully. The two people who fell asleep were lulled in the dream and dreamland, still wrapped in a blanket. The mansion still looked deserted, not a single occupant was visible. Only the house assistants had struggled with their work in the morning blind.

Daisha moaned, that morning was not as late as the morning before. He woke up as usual, stretching out both hands to stretch the stiff muscles of the body. Last night Dareen had shown her where the bathroom was, hopefully she still remembered it.

Daisha opens the blanket, palpating the nightstand where her sleeping robe is to coat the lingerie she wears. Daisha groped the air, walking cautiously towards the bathroom. Clean yourself up before going down to prepare breakfast for Dareen.

****

In the kitchen, three workers were busy with their work. Prepare meals for all family members in the house.

"Good morning!"

Daisha's greeting voice jolted the three workers there. They simultaneously turned their heads, frowning to see the new son-in-law of the Dewantara who was considered useless. The two workers held back a laugh, sneering at Daisha who was still standing in the doorway.

"Miss, what are you doing here?" ask one of the workers who is older than the other.

"Mmm .. sorry, Auntie. Can I help you? I want to make breakfast for my husband" Daisha's pinta made their eyeballs widen almost out.

"What can a blind girl like you do, Miss? Instead, you go back to the room and just wait until the food is ready," ridiculed one of them while sneaking his lips.

Aunty bought it, he hit the arm of the worker who spoke earlier giving him a warning.

"I'm not polite. Don't ever talk to Young Miss Alvaro. You forgot who her husband was?" tegur Aunty fierce.

The two young workers bowed, apologizing despite being reluctant to do so.

"I apologize to Miss! If the young master hears, I'll make sure your fate ends in the streets" Auntie threatened.

The two raised their heads with wide eyes, shook their heads quickly and ran up to Daisha while apologizing to her.

"Miss, forgive us. We deserve to be punished, but please don't complain to the young master, miss. Please forgive us," beg them while kneeling in front of Daisha.

The woman smiled, already used to receiving such humiliation earlier. No longer surprised even though it came from a household assistant.

"I will forgive you both nor will I complain to my husband, but on condition that I cook food for my husband. Just show me where all the items I need" Daisha replied firmly and undeniably.

He stepped in with a stick in hand, leaving the two still kneeling on the floor. Auntie's freaking out, what if Dareen sees? He also fears Daisha will be hurt by a knife or other object.

"cn ... Miss, what ...."

"Say, Auntie, where can I get the cooking ingredients I need. I need fresh chicken, last night my husband said he wanted to eat processed chicken" said Daisha who had stood in front of Auntie.

The middle-aged woman was nervous, but could not argue. He shows Daisha where all the ingredients he needs are. Includes tools for cooking, as well as stoves.

"Well, don't we cook this a lot too? Why does it seem like what Miss is doing is more delicious?" The worker who sneered at Daisha glanced at the young lady.

The Blind Girl blushed, smiling shyly. She did not cook it herself, only occasionally helping out while directing Auntie.

"You wanna try? In the past, when my husband lost his memory, he loved this dish and often asked me to make it. Try it, it's delicious" Daisha said as she picked up a piece of chicken and lifted it in front of her face.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the other two women, they seemed to be tempted many times by gulping saliva to taste the cuisine that Daisha made. Daisha nodded, allowing them to taste her cooking.

Aunt took a doubt, and boughtak wide. One bite alone, quite representative of the taste.

****

The dining table had been filled by members of the Dewantara family, Dareen pulled a chair for his wife. They sat side by side, facing off against Cakra and Aleena. The food is served neatly, making them impatient to taste the taste immediately.

Aunt brought the last meal and put it in front of Dareen.

"Please, Sir. It's special for you" Bibi said, opening the food lid and stepping back.

"Well, this is what I miss. Honey roasted chicken made with love. Muoh!" Dareen smiled broadly, hugging Daisha and peeling her forehead.

The woman smiled happily, Bardy's heart warmed, but not with the Goddess. The two people before them looked snorting and sneering. Ordinary cuisine, what is special.

Dewi glanced at the other menus and Dareen menus that look striking. He gulped, imagining the taste that was dancing on his tongue. That looks good. Can I taste?

"Can Dad taste? It looks like it's delicious" asked Dad while thrusting his plate forward.

"Of course, I'll get one for Dad" Daisha said as she picked up a piece of chicken and felt Bardy's plate.

Meanwhile, Dareen had devoured two pieces of chicken without rice. It made the other three people tempted to taste.

"Sister, didn't you share it with the others? Your stomach will hurt if you spend it alone."

Daisha sat back down, her words stopping the movement of Dareen's hand that was devouring the third piece. He glanced at the chicken in front of him, counting the number. Then, set aside three pieces and give them to them.

"I don't really want to share it, but my wife asked. So, I had to give you this special dish" Dareen continued to eat.

"Why is this morning's cooking so different?" chirp the chakra after devouring a piece of chicken.

"You're right, maybe Auntie has a new recipe." The goddess chimed in.

"It feels different, not much different from the cuisine in the restaurant." Aleena enjoyed every bite.

Dareen sneered, but remained silent letting. Had they known who cooked it, it would have been vomiting and drawing praise earlier.

"I'm done, I have to go to the office as soon as possible" Dareen said.

He says goodbye to everyone, and Daisha escorts to the terrace feeling separated for the first time after the wedding.

"Be careful at home, don't let them bully you" Dareen said, staring at his wife's face.

Daisha smiled, nodding softly not wanting to make her husband anxious.

"No need to worry, you know how I am, right? Go, I wait at home" Daisha said calmly.

Dareen kissed his forehead before going into the car. Daisha's hand-delivering her to the office. The girl stepped with her cane, towards the small garden beside the house. Sit on a park bench while listening to the soothing gurgling of the fountain.

"What can you do but sit?"