Rainbow Blanketed Clouds
It's the New Hijrah!
If asked which city was the Rainbow's dream, perhaps he would choose Mecca as the answer. However, if asked which place he likes the most to unwind, then Peak is the answer. A place that offers beauty with its cool air.
Through a long talk, Cloud managed to persuade Rainbow to want to spend time alone. Without involving family.
Maybe for Cloud whose past is filled with some women, dating like this becomes commonplace. But for the new Rainbow tastes the meaning of love, it is certainly the most thrilling moments.
Various surprises prepared the Cloud perfectly. Romantic dinner with night sky views decorated with sparkling fireworks. And closed with a draining activity in a luxury villa with a view of the city lights.
"Do you like the surprise?" tanya Clouds who still feel at home hugging Rainbow in a blanket.
"Like. We'll be here again sometime, yeah."
"Yes, honey" he answered, stroking his wife's long hair.
The peak air was quite cold that night. Make the rainbow like reluctant to move.
Even after the dawn service, he fell asleep again.
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Admittedly Awan, being a dream husband is not easy. Women are difficult to understand. Sometimes they say no, but inwardly harbored a desire so passionate.
Like the Rainbow when the Cloud asks about his favorite food. The woman replied with ambiguous words.
“I like all kinds of food.” Without mentioning any of them.
Until finally, Zidan became the last choice for the Clouds to ask. However, the answer the young man gave made the Clouds want to submerge themselves to the bottom of the Earth.
“17 thousand islands in Indonesia, 34 provinces with 3529 types of culinary archipelago why should the chicken opor be chosen?” That long grunt became the first sentence spoken from Cloud's mouth this morning.
In front of him there are already several ingredients complete with recipe books. A checkered patterned cloth he fastened to the waist to protect his clothes from oil stains.
“I'm almost thirty years old but I've never cooked, Bro!” he said again with a gaze pointing at a few pieces of chicken.
Actually, he could have ordered it to a local restaurant or asked the villa guard to cook it. However, as a form of apology from the incident of the wrong necklace yesterday, he was determined to cook it himself.
Wouldn't a woman judge a man willing to cook for her as a romantic act?
The clouds begin each step by entrusting flavor to the recipe book.
Elah, how do I know what that smell is like? Throughout the cooking, he was unceasingly grumbling.
“Add bay leaves.” The cloud fell silent for a moment staring at the recipe book in his hand.
“Gue knows I'm new to hijrah, but I'm not stupid either. Crazy to be told greetings with food.”
The man placed the book on the table with an annoyed expression. “But if you do not say hello, later the food is not good.”
He approached his cooking which began to emit hot smoke, then whispered softly, “Assalamu’alaikum.”
I'm like a beg*o guy, huh?
While patting his own forehead, Awan grabbed back the book and read seriously. "Enter enough salt."
How much is that enough? Why not explain?
Still in a state of confusion, he glanced at a small container bearing salt. Grab a spoonful of food and add to the cooking.
"Nat bland yet?" he murmured shortly after tasting the results of his cooking. "Salt it all the times yes, let it be enough."
Who said cooking is easy? For whatever sake Awan wanted to curse the author of the recipe book that had confused him half to death.
“Don't curse, don't curse! Crashing in the heart also recorded angels as sinful, Wan!”
He turned off the stove after believing his chicken opor had matured. Judging by color nothing strange. Very interesting and similar to the picture in the book.
But if asked about taste, maybe Awan should return to taste it first before being given to the wife as a surprise morning.
What is the opor of sea water?
The more upset the cloud made. The man stared at the recipe book with thinning lips. Then it slammed violently onto the floor.
“Fucking recipe book!”
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