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Khalisa 82. Fancied

Khalisa came out of the room, Afkar complained hungry as he entered the afternoon today, heading towards the kitchen while wailing around, afraid to cross paths with Maharani and Barata, feeling very sad.

“Unda, Af want to mamam cayul tasty, cayul white beyi Om Papa,” pinta the boy.

Afkar, whose appetite has only recently improved, is addicted to eating delicious healthy potato cream soup that he ate at a restaurant near the supermarket, which in the cream sauce is a mixture of carrots, carrot, also soft textured chicken pieces, very suitable for children.

Yudhis even bought two servings of potato cream soup to take home when Afkar chattered like it, saying the soup tasted good. Not surprisingly, despite Khalisa's ban, Yudhis said that he bought it for Afkar who liked the food, not for Khalisa, and the boy nodded innocently when offered. About why Afkar called it a white vegetable, because it happened that the bowl container in the restaurant was white, as well as the packaging of soup to take home was equally white.

“Iya, Darling. Later Mommy warms the soup first. But call him not Papa, yeah, son. Try to call Om Yudhis,” Khalisa said, trying to guide his son to change the call to Yudhis. Feeling bad for Yudhis, especially the lawyer's parents.

Afkar seemed to think, as if confused or somehow a bit difficult to pronounce the name of Yudhis. Tilting his head and then chattering again.

“Om Papa,” said, making Khalisa a frustrated breath. “Unda, Af lapel,” he continued again, looking at his mother with a sinless expression.

“Ya already, we eat first, finish eating later take medicine yes.” Khalisa rushed to the kitchen alone, preferring to postpone the call change because Afkar again complained of hunger.

In the kitchen, Khalisa found a woman of fertile stature was struggling there. Khalisa immediately remembered Yudhis words when exchanging words with him at the door of the room, about Mang Darjat's wife who would help in this house also stayed overnight.

Khalisa searched for bags of potato porridge, but there was nothing in the kitchen, only grocery bags containing items from the supermarket. Brave, Khalisa approached the woman who was seriously weeding kale leaves.

“Bu, sorry to interrupt. Maybe see the brown paper bag outside there is a logo letter S?” ask Khalisa politely, keep up the attitude.

“Oh, no. Saved to the refrigerator directly Den Yudhis earlier, he said to keep good quality, make eating this funny grandpa,” sahutnya crisp and friendly, also greet Afkar no less friendly.

“Still, Bu.” Khalisa was about to open the four-door refrigerator in Yudhis kitchen, but stopped when his arm was held by Mang Darjat's wife.

“You eaten huh? Then Aunt warm it up first. Yesterday Den Yudhis had sent a message, if his grandpa wanted to eat, aunt was assigned to warm the soup. Wait a minute ya.”

“Eh, nothing, Mom. Let it be just me. Don't bother.” Khalisa felt awkward, not used to being served.

“Sama is not troublesome at all, Bibi must be trustworthy running Den Yudhis mandate, so Neng Geulis just sit down ya.”

“Let's be with me, Mom. It's not good to just sit around.” Khalisa increasingly hesitant, being treated so politely is the first thing, which is only obtained after he was reunited with Yudhis.

“Dibikin just nice sitting, the seat is soft you know or need to add micin to make it delicious?” he threw a joke. “Oh yes one more, call Auntie Dije only, do not Mom,” the door is familiar.

“Abi Dije?” Khalisa.

“Iya, cool right. Aunty's alias is Bibi Dije, her real name is Colored. To be present, Neng,” said he was happy to pat his own cheeks, and Khalisa also chuckled to feel funny. His efforts to protest were not successful, making Khalisa forced to sit down, waiting for soup to be warmed Afkar.

“You cook what, Bi?” tanyakanya.

“Mau makes Sundanese rice with side dishes, Neng. Madam and Lord if you come here subscription ask cooked rice liwet. He said in Bali there is nothing as good as here. might be different weather ya.”

“Liwet's history? What's it like?” khalisa wants to know.

“Mau make stir-fry kale, saltfish chicken jambal green chili bread, fried tempeh tofu, sambal terasi, lalapan, same roasted chicken. The chicken has been seasoned live burned,” replied the aunt who is now slicing seasoning for liquet rice.

“I help ya, Bi. Let's quickly finish.” Khalisa rolled up his tunic sleeves.

“Don't, no need, Neng. Already beautiful like this mending sit, later sultry,” said the aunt forbid.

“I'm used to it in the kitchen, Bi. Yuk, we just cook together, besides Afkar is also fun to eat. Worked equally more fun and faster mature.”

Khalisa cooks with joy. As always, whenever there is anything that can be done by exerting his best ability he is always excited. Even laughing on the sidelines of the cooking fanfare in the kitchen, intrigued Bi Dije's bermanyon ria.

Yudhis who had just come out of his room noticed Khalisa from the middle room. His net ripples were clearly more and more adoring in each day. However, Yudhis still felt at home holding the shakes alone, not wanting to express the taste through oral. Considering Khalisa who had failed and was injured because of a relationship, made him afraid to speak clearly, who was clearly afraid of disappointment, afraid of rejection, chose to like in silence.

Barata who appeared in the middle room, watching the motion of the firstborn while maintaining distance. As someone who nurtured and raised Yudhis since the red baby, Barata was trained to read Yudhis body language. The maharani who had just finished changing clothes after bathing also joined in, observing Yudhis wordlessly.

“Mi, this is the first time Yudhis we nailed to the opposite sex to such an extent right?” barata whispers quietly. This elder clearly implied an interest in the young woman who was helped by his problems.

“Iya, Pi. Just this time Yudhis felt at home for a long time ago girl.”

“Maybe our child is not just helping because he cares this time? But also because I like.” Barata concluded his new discovery in Yudhis.

“Mami not so sure. But maybe so. Khalisa is also beautiful, it is natural that Yudhis likes it. But what is it? The boy sounded really helpful professionally when he spoke to us.”

“If the business of hiding the taste through said he was an expert. But his body language can't lie. Only, Khalisanya looks like plates only. It must be because Yudhis is amateur and has no experience of liking women so he does not know how to uncover the taste. Should we step in? This is the first time Yudhis has been like this, if this kind of opportunity is missed, Papi is worried that he is at home so weathered bachelor.”

“Hush, can't do own kids. Remember, speech is do’a.”

Maharani returned to the room, not wanting to disturb his son, while Barata instead approached and patted Yudhis on the shoulder.

“Mas handsome, have a crush yes,” chirps as they pass to the back garden.

Seriate.