
The next two days were the 30th birthday of Kak Sanjeev, and like most men in other adult categories, he also did not want a lavish celebration party let alone having to invite a lot of people. He doesn't want that. He said all he wanted was the presence of the entire Mahesvara family and we had dinner together with the house people dishes, that was enough. And unexpectedly, he specifically asked me to serve a gimbab or also known as kimbab, a Korean food, a kind of Japanese sushi, aka sliced rice rolls. He said he wanted to taste it, maybe his tongue as an Indian could like the kind of cuisine from the country of white people and narrow-eyed. Then I'm agreeing. Because that is how it is every year. Sanjeev never asked for any gift from me other than to cook something as he requested, plus my spectacular cake decorated with a candle as his birthday cake. And as usual, I told him, "I'll fulfill."
He smiled happily. "You are the best sister. I love you."
Oh, it's like those ice walls are starting to melt.
That night all members of the Mahesvara family gathered and were also equipped with the presence of Neha, although not dressed in formal clothes, but everyone obviously did not wear casual T-shirts or nightgowns. We ate in the dining room, with beautiful dishes: in addition to my homemade kimbap, there was also grilled salmon, roasted chicken, and roasted duck with orange-candle sauce, the following potatoes ***** garlic seasoning, romaine lettuce with rosemary vinaigrette, and delicious Italian wine said those who enjoyed the wine. Of course I don't know and I don't taste it.
Before the meal, we all sang Happy Birthday and ate her birthday cake. Sis Sanjeev even opened some gifts for him that on average contained a luxury watch, long tie, and leather shoes that fit the size of his feet.
After the excitement, the dinner was about to begin. Yep, would. Because before, there was an important announcement that was very happy for all family members. The announcement was exactly at a time when people praised the variety of special dishes we served: the results of my cooking and Aunt Heera. According to them, even just by looking at the various types of menus on the table, they are sure that it tastes good, is so tempting, especially if you have tasted it. And, first of all, the birthday brother is welcome to be the first to taste the sumptuous meal, Aunt Heera who invites. Of course, Sanjeev chose to taste my kimbap first. And, she really likes it. But, yeah, whatever it is, he's always loved my cooking. Never not once, not once.
"But sorry in advance, yes, this is halal, right?" ask Vikram. "And is it safe to be eaten by pregnant women?"
Everyone turned their heads, looking at him and Nandini.
After getting our attention, Vikram said Nandini should not eat a piece of raw fish, because the doctor said, pregnant women should not eat raw fish.
Nandini blushed, sparkled, and giggled.
We all --at least so, I mean including me - screamed and clapped for them. Vicky grabs Vikram's hand with both hands and congratulates him, followed by the others. And we who are women, in turn give a hug to Nandini. We are all happy for them.
"So, all of these dishes are halal and safe for pregnant women, right?" repeat Vikram.
"Of course," Aunt Heera answered quickly. "The aunt herself made sure of the ingredients before Alisah made them."
"good. Then let's all eat, "Sanjeev said. "My nephew should be fed a lot. And for the two of you," he said to me and sheveni, "may you two catch up soon."
Everyone called for aamiin-and I was only able to smile. Aamiin, I hope you get pregnant soon too, Sheveni. Aami....
Because of the happy news about the baby, although I was very happy to hear the news - really, really happy - - but there was still a little bit of bitter that penetrated the recesses of my heart. Maybe it's envy because I can't feel the same happiness. Yeah, just envy, doesn't mean I don't like to hear the happy news. Not so at all. I just feel jealous, a little. And that's natural when it's felt by a woman who's in my position, right?
As for HansH, in addition to his congratulations to my birthday brother and to my future parents-in-law, he was more silent. But from the look in his eyes, I could read clearly, he hoped that this wife would be fine.
And of course, I'll be fine. I know I can handle my situation, my feelings too. I am not a weak lover....