My Teacher I Love You
Sambal made by Dira

That's the only reply given by Indira, by posting a cooking post that has been made, with emotes of sad and disappointed faces.

Currently Abhimanyu is in a cafe, Reuniting High School friends. Initially only a few people, but over time came Winda and Niko.

"Ndra, we'll finally meet again."

"Find me, you'll enter my number into the group."

"Once it's just elo who los contact with us. There will be a former girl, one time you'll be a CLBK bus again.!"

"Haha... CLBK how's the bro, keep do'i I want in other.?" Abhi said, as a result Winda looked at Abhi with a slightly disappointed look, and smiled wryly.

"Sorry, I think you're single. I don't know bro,"

"Laseless bro," Abhi purposely said that in front of Vinda, so that she did not wish him.

Abhimanyu opened a message from Indira, his view was strange when he saw the chat from Dira.

'Dira why yes, his reply is just yes.'

When he saw his setatus, Abhi's eyes widened, looking at the cooking post with emoticons upset and sad.

'What does he mean, his setatus is like that. Aunt cook SOP, or what.? Why I don't feel so good, huh,'

Niko saw Abhi's strange movements and asked. " Why Ndra?"

"What's wrong, relax. Sorry yes, I called the house person for a while," Niko and Winda nodded.

Abhimanyu when contacting Indira, slightly away from Niko and Winda.

"Why not picked up, you why the baby," Abhi continued to contact Indira, but Dira did not respond to calls from Abhi.

"Let me call Ms. Sumi, the next time she knows,"

Abhi finally contacted Sumi.

Tuout.... Tuout.... Calls are also raised.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am, sorry to disturb, want to ask Indira at home no ma'am,?"

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"In the room, oh yes, ma'am. I just want to ask you why Indira didn't pick up my phone. Didn't Dira come out, Mom, with her friend,?"

"............

"What, Indira learned to cook Ma'am. And not out of the room since. Oh my goodness, thank you, ma'am, for the info. Then I hang up the phone. Salama ....."

The call was interrupted, Abhi rubbed her hair back, and covered her face with her palm.

"Gosh, again I pissed him off. He just kept calling me, I let him down."

Abhi returned to his seat.

"Why Ndra?" ask Winda.

"Why is your face so beke that, there is a problem really,?" niko Timpal.

"Little, Eeh sorry, I went back first. Sorry I had an appointment with do'i, but I forgot,"

"No fun loe, every time I come elo go."

"Not that, bro, I've come from earlier. Just you guys just came, and I just remembered I had a promise with do'i.!" Abhi replied feeling bad.

"It's already there, but we're photos first dong, let afdol bro.!" Abhimanyu nodded.

Abhimanyu finally took a picture with his old friends, for a memento.

While Indira in the room, was feeling sad. Indira heard the roar of the car engine in the yard, Indira also covered her body and closed her eyes.

The door of the room opened, and Dira heard the footsteps of someone approaching her. Abhimanyu saw Indira's eyes were closed, but just pretend, Abhi knew it.

Abhimanyu touched Indira's face, and his tears still flowed. Abhi wiped her tears.

"I know you haven't slept. Sorry, it makes you sad,"

"Mas Abhi," Indira replied as she opened her eyes.

Indira changes position to sit, and Abhi sits next to her. Holding his hand, Abhi looked at Dira.

"Do you cook for me?" Indira just nodded, "have you eaten?" Dira just shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but it's disappointing again. I forgot, if I wanted to make an appointment with a high school friend, at the cafe. Just remember when I was going home, I was immediately called by the children. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"Yes mas, I was wrong to want to cook not tell you first. The intention is I want to give you a surprise, if I learn to cook, want to cook for you, so you can go home to eat my cooking directly.!"

"Geez, what a fuck my wife. I'm tired of cooking and I'm disappointed in you" Abhi saw Dira's left hand with plaster attached to her index finger. "This is your hand why, hit by a knife.?" While touching her finger, Indira nodded.

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Abhi kissed his index finger, and Indira smiled at the sweet attitude of an Abhimanyu.

"I'm sorry, 'cause cook for me. Your hands are hurt. You shouldn't have to cook, let Sumi just cook. I don't want you to get hurt,"

"I just want to cook, so you can eat my cooking occasionally. Although I know and am self-aware, your cooking must be better than mine,"

"Thank you for trying to make me. Have you eaten yet? we're eating yuk, I've asked Sumi to heat up all your cooking.!"

"Indeed still good, if it's warm right cuisine.?"

" It's delicious, eat it with you.Let's eat,!" take Abhi, and Indira nods.

Now the two are sitting in the dining chair, seeing the cuisine has been heated by Bu Sumiati makes Abhi immediately take a plate to spoon the rice.

Abhimanyu saw Indira who only paid attention to her cooking.

"Co shut up, let's eat.! Do you want me to take a bribe, we'll eat alone, okay,?"

"I'm just afraid the cuisine is not good, Mas," Indira's insecurities came back.

"Have I tasted the food.?" Abhi took Sop, knew the tempeh and the parchment on his plate, not forgetting he took the sambel.

Abhimanyu scooped the rice and the side dishes, then put them in his mouth. When the mouthful entered his mouth, Indira showed a worried face how the taste of his cooking. Because Abhi did not show any expression while eating, and it was curious.

"As how does it taste, good or not? it must not taste good, huh,?" Indira's successive questions made her seem to want to laugh, but Abhi tried to hold back her laughter. "Why are you quiet, how does it feel. If it's not good, I'll throw it away, right.?" Indira was about to take Abhi's plate, but was restrained by it.

Feeling anxious, Abhi kisses her aunt*, and it makes Indira sculpt and smile shyly. "I said it wasn't good for your cooking, was it,?"

"You didn't answer, my question, then,"

"The name of eating something must be enjoyed, if it's ravenous play is called hunger," Indira smiled to hear it. "Taste you good, not bad. Here I bribe you yes.!" Indira nodded.

Abhimanyu scoops the rice and feeds it to Indira. Indira chews food and tastes its cooking. "How does it taste good, right?" abhi asked with a smile.

"Yes my cooking turned out to be delicious, waaah .. I managed to dong learn to cook it," said Indira proudly.

"Yes you managed to learn how to cook it, and this sauce was delicious. You know where to make this sambal, huh,?" abhi asked while taking 2 spoons of sambal, and put it on top of his rice.

"If sambal, I once helped mamah make sambal. And every time I make it, papah and ka Ical like my sambal. It's delicious, huh sambelnya,?"

"Don't, I love it baby." Abhimanyu ate rice with red because of the color of the sauce. Abhi ate it so voraciously, making Indira smile happy to see him.

And now they are eating together, enjoying the cuisine made by Dira for the first time. Although Abhi had eaten instant noodles made. But he prefers to eat his wife's cooking which is now made.

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