My mother's nanny
chapter 41

"Master,"

Ardi turned his head, seeing Diah standing at the end of the kitchen. "Just a minute, hold on to the noodle Mateng. Is Dila asleep?"

"Already," Diah replied as he walked over. Look at the pot on the stove.

"This is the first time I'm cooking. Just follow the instructions on the noodle wrap." Said Ardi nervously, because Diah looked at his cooking.

Diah carved out a smile, which of course made Ardi's heart beat erratically. "It can be lifted."

Ardi flinched, "alright," hurriedly he turned off the stove and touched the handle of the pot. But, he quickly pulled it back and retreated."heat." He was so nervous that Ardi forgot that the pot was hot.

Diah giggled at the sight of his master, then he picked up the thick glove that was related on the back wall of the stove. He put it on and lifted the pot. Pour noodles into a bowl that Ardi has filled with spices.

"Master would?"

"For you."

Diah smiled slightly, then started mixing the noodles and the seasoning. The delicious aroma of noodles mixed with spices tickled Ardi's nose. The man gulped his saliva, tempted also he wanted to taste, but, ashamed if to ask. At last he could only gulp down on his own.

The sound of Ardi's stomach rang, instantly making the atmosphere become very quiet and awkward. The proportionate man scratched the back of his head. Why does his stomach sound at the right time.

"Master wants? I haven't eaten it."

"You're hungry too,"

"I can make my own."

Ardi held Diah's hand, his heart beating very fast just to get out the sentence of the invitation to eat a plate together. There was a sense of worry, Diah would reject it. But isn't he rejected too often? Why fear the rejection of Diah the umpteenth time? Doesn't he want to be more stubborn to melt Diah's heart?

"Can you eat both?" Ask Ardi doubtfully,

Diah was stunned, staring at the face of the man who was now her husband. In his heart, he began to open up a little. Perhaps true, Ardi meant it to make her fall in love. But, he himself had fallen, only afraid and did not want to be hurt again.

"Can?"

Diah's still mute, though,

"Diah?"

Diah nodded faintly in her silence, it might not matter if it was just two meals. Only, she must continue to fortify herself so as not to fall in love again with the man who became her husband.

Getting a nod from his wife, Ardi smiled with relief. True, he indeed had to thicken his face to melt the heart of Diah who had been hurt by his attitude in the past.

"Thank you, my wife."

Finally, the married couple who had been married for almost two years ate a plate together. Maybe for the first time.

"It turns out, my noodles are delicious too."

"It's instant noodles sir, it all tastes the same." He pinched his lips to not smile.

"No, Diah. Most of the water is also very bad. If the cooking time must be so mushy noodles." Ardi twitched, cramming more noodles into his mouth.

It's true what Ardi said, Diah was smiling to understand, because this is the first time Ardi cooked. And that's for Diah. "As for you."

"Dee,"

"Yes, sir?"

"Can you not call me sir?"

"But..."

"I'm your husband Diah," Ardi cut.

"But we ..."

"Give me a chance," Pinta Ardi stared at the bead of Diah's eyes that looked at him deeply."I can definitely make you fall in love with me."

"Because we have Dila. We have the same blood, our hearts can be held together, just not realizing it."

Diah fell silent, he knew very well, he had a blood debt to Ardi. "Your blood is on my body ..."

"I didn't ask him to come back, Diah. Nor did I ask him to return in the form of a loving heart." Cut Ardi again silencing Diah instantly. The handsome man looked at Diah, with the radiance of love he had. Hope it will reach the heart of the woman whose heart has been frozen by pain.

"I'm just asking to be given a chance to make you fall in love. That's all..."

Diah sighed, however, what Ardi said was true. They have Dila, although maybe the beginning of the making is not accompanied by love. At least, Dila has been created, which will be a way of proving Ardi's love for him.

"All right,"

The corner of Ardi's lips is pulled upwards, forming a smile that is so wide that his white teeth look lined up.

"Thank you, can you stop calling me sir? Call me mas,"

He did not agree, nor did he refuse. Just throw a smile, then he scoops up the cold noodles again. Bribed into his mouth and chewed on it. Ardi followed in the footsteps of his wife, eating noodles in silence after a heart-draining conversation.

***

This afternoon, Diah had just finished her bath. He entered his room, his eyes fixed on the empty bed. Diah panicked a little, thinking it was possible that her son had fallen asleep quite actively until he rolled around and fell. Diah looked down, looking under his bed. However, he did not find Dila anywhere.

With her heart pounding hard and her mind in disarray, Diah rushed out her eyes wandering around. Arriving in the family room, he caught the figure of a man who slept holding my beloved daughter. Maybe Dila was crying as she bathed, and Ardi was snuggling to calm down. But, now he just fell asleep because he was tired.

"Aaahh," Diah heaved a sigh of relief. I don't know what made Diah so scared to lose Dila. He had intended to leave her with Ardi later.

Diah walked over, staring at the faces of the father and son. He smiled and looked at the same sleeping style.

"They look similar, probably because of father and son, your blood runs through Dila's body." The voice of the Goddess Mother suddenly sounded made Diah flabbergasted, staring at the old woman who walked over very slowly.

Diah smiled and walked up to Miss Dewi and helped her walk and sit on the sofa in the living room.

"That man loves you, Diah. He just can't reveal it. He was like his father before, even though he never said the word love to his mother. Honestly, my mom was hesitant. But it was Papa Ardilah's attitude that proved his love." Bu Dewi looked at the sleeping children and grandchildren in front of him.

"Please, forgive Ardi, Diah. Give him a chance to prove his love for you."

Diah did not respond, he chose silence and contemplation. The fear of getting hurt makes Diah continue to stretch himself even though he also save the love for her husband.

Ardi wriggled, his face still feeling sleepy, instantly opening his eyes when he saw the two women he loved sitting not far from him sitting.

"Mama?" Ardi still remembered and realized that in his arms there was Dila who fell asleep. Ardi swiftly confirmed his decapitation so that Dila did not fall.

Ardi turned to look at the wife, "so, Dila was crying. There is nothing in your room either. That's why I took her out, Dila finally calmed down. But seeing his calm sleeping face made me fall asleep too." Ardi explained with a little shame because he was asleep.

Diah pulled the corner of her lips upwards. Sure enough, Ardi was exhausted to sleep. "I left her to take a shower earlier."

Diah moves forward to retrieve Dila from Ardi's sling. However, the man refused, saying, "may it be any minute? I'm still missing." Ardi's eyes focused on the cute face of his daughter.

"Yes," said Diah resigned, "would I make you some coffee?"

Night has arrived, also arrived for Ardi to roll out a mat on the side of the bed Diah and the girl to sleep.

"Master,"

Ardi was resigned to the call 'master' for him. He didn't want to force Diah if his wife was uncomfortable. He will be patient until Diah is ready to call him.

"Don't roll out the mat again, under the cold."

Ardi sighed in silence. He knew, Diah's next speech was a sentence to throw out of his room.

"Go upstairs. If you don't mind crimping with us."

Ardi's smile rose, the man rolled up his mat again. Then crawl into bed. "Thank you my wife."

Slowly, Diah's heart began to open for her.