Pelita Hati Bunda
Succeeded in cooking

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"Mas, what else is going on?" I stepped more and more into the kitchen, very curious about what mas Devan is doing at this time. He looks so serious.

"Here, want to try to make you something?" Mas Devan turned his head for a while, looking at me who was getting closer to him until he finally arrived next to him.

Eyes immediately round. This is, if a man enters the kitchen, everything becomes messy, all scattered and make the kitchen become like a broken ship.

There are some men who would be smart to be in the kitchen and cook better than women, but that's not the case with my husband, Mas Devan.

He was never smart if in the kitchen, even in front of him there is a sophisticated phone that is playing cooking videos but still will be another result.

"Mas, i_ this?" My eyes are round because the place is no longer neat, while mas Devan considers me so stunned to see his efforts are so persistent.

I understand what he wants to do, all of it to make me happy. But in this way? I feel sorry for the servants who will take care of it.

"This I made specifically for the more beautiful pregnant women. This is a healthy food that will be very good for the growth of our child will also take care of your health. Ara can eat it too."

"You are patient, you will soon be ripe. Or do you just sit down?" mas Devan was so sure. He's so sumringah.

"Ta_but, Mas?" I doubt. I have no doubt about the recipe he got and the one he was sampling from his phone. But each hand will have a different ability. Even though the same seasoning and dosage is certain the results will never be the same.

"Here you sit and wait quietly" said Mas Devan. His hands touched his shoulders and led me to sit in the chair.

"Bumil can't stand up much, it will get tired" he said and helped me sit down. After making sure I was sitting comfortably, Devan returned to his original place, he was busy again.

I fell silent, looking at him in great uncertainty. Hopefully though not the same taste and results with the one in the video but at least delicious in eating. If it is not delicious, it will only be wasted due to waste of food.

Indeed, mas Devan can buy many times more than he used but mubazir it is not good.

"Patience, it will soon come to life" he said. Mas Devan turned his head back and displayed a confident smile.

I should be able to believe it, right, Devan believes in his own business, but why don't I?

"Hem," I can only smile uncertainly. But still Devan is eager to finish his job.

I look at him, it turns out that even in the kitchen does not reduce his good looks, although his face looks straw because the ingredients attached to food still does not remove the positive aura on his face.

"That's pretty," I'm glued to see it. Not thinking about what she was cooking and instead thinking on her face that remained dazzling. Truly, the dream of women and now my husband.

"Why look at me like that, has he now turned into a superhero?" his late tanned. Where might it turn into a superhero, so the Hulk is? Or Spider-Man? It can't be.

"What the hell, Mas. So the crocodile lizard?" answer hence.

"No luck, right?" the answer. He immediately chuckled in his own terms.

"If the bundle is not possible can make b*nting. Hehe!" Mas Devan was getting chuckled. While I glared at him for his words.

Why did my husband become like this? Oh God.

"Hahaha, look at your face with the mirror, it's so funny. It's adorable." Mas Devan is getting excited.

Does it look so funny? Though I'm sure it's bad 'cause I'm pissed.

"You ah!" I feel lazy when responding to Devan mas who has started at the door errornya. The more in it must be the more slamming his talk mending tingal go.

"Where are you going?!" Devan was screaming a little.

"Tau," I replied so indifferently. I kept walking towards the living room, and it turned out that Ara was playing there with the servants and Neni's sisters.

"Mother, mother why is her face not so good?" tanyakanya.

Here again, where maybe the face will taste good.

"meaning?" I sat on the sofa, my face immediately frowning for certainty of what Ara said.

"I mean, acem really is the face of Mother. You didn't eat lemon, did you? Very cool."

Eating lemon? Does my face look so bitter that Ara can match a lemon?

"Hahaha, where is there?" Ara even chuckled she looked so happy with what I said.

I smiled and the annoyance disappeared, for so long I did not see Ara who laughed like now. All the burden just feels like it.

"Hem, there's dong," my words have turned warmer now, not indifferent as before. I also approached and sat down next to him.

"Emang is?" Ara looked so curious.

"He'em," I nodded.

I took Ara's toy in front of her, yes, a pazel that Ara was composing. I joined in putting it together.

"Oh yes, Mother. When can I go to school again?" tanyakanya.

"Hem, when? Then ask me first." answered me. Actually Ara could be back in school, she's already starting to improve but I'm still very worried.

"OK, Mommy." Ara returned to play, continuing the pazel he was stacking.

"Eat-eat!" I also Ara turned around at the same time, even the servants as well Sus Neni also turned to look at Devan mas who came with a tray.

She was so happy, the food she made had already successfully matured. It's ripe, but what about the taste, does it also work?

"Princess dad, Mommy, eat here first. It's special from dad, here." Mas Devan was so excited, put the food on the table.

Ara and I looked at each other, we were both doubtful about the end result. Will it be delicious, delicious or maybe the other way around?

"Kok even look at each other like that, here dong and taste the cuisine of the father. Dad tasted it and it tasted good. Hopefully you will judge that too."

Devan smiled at the two of us. We waited for our arrival impatiently.

"Here," he again asked.

There was no choice but to come and taste what he cooked. Hope it's good.

"This is for Ara, and this is for Mother. If it's for dad," one by one put it in front of us.

It looks very attractive, hopefully it feels like that too.

"Mother," Ara looked doubtful she whispered to me.

"Try first, who knows how good it feels." I smiled and replied Ara.

Ara nodded obediently, slowly starting to feed on her own mouth.

"How, yummy?" Mas Devan was seen waiting for Ara's answer so impatiently.

Ara was still silent, tasting her taste. His face looked so serious before he finally smiled.

"Enak, Dad. You're smart." Praise Ara. His face looks so bright.

I became curious about the taste, Ara just praised it means it feels really good.

Slowly I tasted, Mas Devan looked tense waiting for my assessment. His eyes were so focused and did not blink at all.

"Ba_how, good right?" the question was so slow and doubtful.

I was still silent, completely understanding how it felt. It's actually very strange, but not too bad either.

I nodded with a small smile, "tasteful," I replied.

Mas Devan was seen breathing with great relief, even he leaned his back because it felt so empty. Maybe he was so satisfied because finally his efforts could be enjoyed.

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