Sacred In Stain
Maaf

Chapter 83. Sorry

The thick glass-coated dining table is now filled with various kinds of cooking menus. Rice liwet and the side dishes of his friends who were cooked Khalisa also Bi Dijah have been cooked presented, giving off a delicious aroma evocative of hungry stomach.

This time there is something different from usual, the rice liwetnya sprinkled with fried anchovies as the topping, there is also an additional menu of other sambal, namely fresh raw green sambal sprinkled with basil leaves.

Bi Sejah arranged the serving plate on the table as much as five pieces, not to forget the melon fruit as well as the sunkist orange as dessert was being cut into pieces by Khalisa, who was not involved, poured neatly into a special glass container to serve fruits.

Maharani and Barata appeared in the dining room. Khalisa immediately clumsily found Yudhis parents approaching the table. The knife he was using cut the fruit, lowered his head while firmly grasping his two intertwined hands.

“Wah, the smell is fragrant,” said Maharani enthusiastically, observing the dishes at the table.

“Where, Mistress? It smells good. It also feels guaranteed special.” Bi Diajah who was moving vegetables from a hollow container to the top of the serving plate joined the drift

“Iya, Bi, as always, appetizing. Her father Yudhis had been addicted to eating liquet rice since Bibi cooked it a year ago. When staying for a few days in Jakarta, he booked at the hotel always asked for rice liwet, there was no boss. But yes so, there is nothing as delicious as artificial here, especially made by Bibi.”

Barata pulled up the chair next to Afkar, sat there and looked at the appetizing dinner before him.

“Mmm new from the aroma and appearance of the cuisine alone make Papi laper heavy. do not wait to eat, already kangen also with rice liwet in Bandung.” Barata said excitedly, not only boasting, but he was really hungry and also missed tasting this favorite menu every time he came to Yudhis house. "But this is the rice of the new model?" Barata pointed at the warm liquet rice container that was still puffing its smoke.

"That's a special rice made by Neng Khalisa, sir. The same green patch of patched bread is also made by this beautiful Mother." Bi Dijah replied excitedly while glancing at the loyal Khalisa staring at the floor.

"Well, young people are good at cooking, their rice is appetizing" Barata said. "Feel it makes Papi's stomach scream to be filled."

“Khalisa,” greet Maharani with soft maternal tone.

“I-iya, Madam,” Khalisa said timidly.

Khalisa could not not stammer so nervous, still lowered his head not daring to lift his face. Fearing the possibility that Yudhis's mother would find him rude, as Wulan used to often scout him.

Meeting the female figure with the title of mother seems to form a trauma in Khalisa who never had parents, especially based on the story of Aloisa Yudhis mother is a rich man, Yudhis, which according to his narrow thinking is definitely more creepy than Wulan, especially when he is a lot of trouble his son, maybe his mother objected.

“I'm sorry Mami, yes, if it made you surprised. Mami was just surprised to find Yudhis coming home with a girl and a child. So Mami immediately thought no-no,” he said honestly, trying to melt the atmosphere, because the tension that pervaded Khalisa fluorescent strongly around, conveyed to Maharani and Barata.

The tension that had been blocking Khalisa was strong, scattering his conclusions. Khalisa now even gawked, gasping in wonder at the Maharani's words that unexpectedly apologized to him, not scolded him.

“Ba-how, Mistress?” his words were suddenly dazed, treated with respect and some even apologized to him because a reaction that for Khalisa not so extreme, is a very new thing for him. Because Khalisa is more accustomed to being denigrated or reviled.

“I mean Mami apologized for her impulsive attitude when we came home earlier, Khal. Just a spontaneous reaction.” Yudhis who had just entered the dining room chimed in, pulling a chair not far from Barata so that Afkar was flanked by two handsome men of different generations.

“Iya, so, Son. Understandably, the souls of Mami's mothers often thrash with age, easy to put on hold." Barata who was trying to communicate with Afkar also spoke while chuckling, his father's look was clear, calming anyone who was his interlocutor.

Khalisa even shrank the edge of his eyes now, sobbing because of haru, making the Maharani panic, feeling guilty for making people's children cry.

Seriate.