Sharing Love: Winning Without Love
Your Cuisine is Delicious
Today is sunday. After last night, Khaira was watching a ball-talking game. The girl felt better physically and mentally. The emptiness he had felt for the past week had not bothered him too much.
Khaira welcomed Sunday morning with a smile of sunshine coming through her bedroom window. The girl stood on the balcony of her room, breathing the fresh morning air as much as possible, and occasionally stretching her body. A peaceful and lonely morning.
Satisfied with the morning, Khaira went back into her room. He picked up the phone that was on top of his nightstand. There was a message from her mother. Immediately, Khaira called Mother Dyah.
[Good morning Mother.]
[Hello, how are the children?]
[We are good Mother.].
[Khai, this afternoon come to Mother's house huh. Don't forget to take Nak Radit. Later in the afternoon there is a family gathering at home. Let the family also know the Mother's only daughter-in-law.]
[Yes Mother. We will go there later.]
[Okay Khai... Waiting for Mother and Father yes.]
When the phone call ended, Khaira began to contact Radit. It was the first time she had contacted her husband after almost 4 months of marriage.
Khaira is hesitant to contact Radit, but Khaira is also unlikely to return home to her parents alone. Because, it will raise suspicion for Ammar's father and Mother Dyah. Eventually, Khaira searches for Radit's phone number in her contacts. Khaira recalls that she named Radit's phone number "Nero" and Khaira called him.
Khaira's phone connection rang, but it still hasn't been lifted. Khaira looks forward anxiously to waiting for Radit to receive his call. After a few seconds, the phone was finally received.
[Yes hello.] Radit's hoarse voice was heard across the street.
[Hello. I'd like to ask you a favor, Mas. Can you?]
[Hmm, what?]
[Mother Dyah phone call at home there is a family event. We are asked to go there.]
[Yes, I went there. Wait-wait.]
[Yes, thanks.].
Considering Radit will come to the house first, Khaira immediately cooks for Radit. It was likely that the man came on an empty stomach. Especially it's still morning. Deftly, Khaira looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, but there was only chicken and a few vegetables. Considering it was still morning, Khaira finally made Soto Ayam only. It is simple and does not bother cooking.
Khaira's cooking show has finished, while Radit is still yet to arrive. Therefore Khaira chose to go into his room, he would take a bath first. After the meal, he went to his parents' house.
It didn't take long, in 10 minutes Khaira had taken a shower and was fresher. But until he finished bathing, Radit still did not come. Khaira was a little anxious, the article had been almost 1 hour, but Radit still had not come. Khaira is only afraid that if her husband does not come, it means that she must come to her own parents' house. The girl stood in front of her bedroom window facing the street, hoping to see Radit's car arriving soon.
Seconds change, minutes change minutes. But what was expected is still not coming. However, the look in his eyes slowly saw a large black matic motorcycle stopping in front of the gate of his house. And sure enough, the motorcyclist went inside the gate. Not long before I heard a knock on the door.
Khaira got down from her room and opened the door for those who came.
When the door was opened, Khaira did not think that the one who came was Radit, her husband.
"Look at Mas..." Khaira opens the door, allowing Radit to enter.
"Yes..." His leg was short, and he immediately entered the house.
Radit came to the house like a guest, but he was the owner. Radit instantly took a seat in the living room.
"Diminished first..." He said while serving a cup of warm tea at the table in front of Radit.
"Thank you..." He said while drinking his tea which was still warm.
Khaira wants to offer Radit breakfast, but he still hesitates. His mouth wanted to make a sound, but his heart hesitated. But looking at Radit's face, somehow Khaira felt that the man had not had breakfast at all.
"Let's have breakfast first..." He said as he walked towards the kitchen.
Seeing Khaira offering breakfast, Radit followed Khaira and sat down at the dinner table.
Khaira prepared a bowl of Soto Ayam, a plate of rice, on the table had served fried tempeh and sambal.
"Please Cook..." Khaira invites Radit for breakfast. Although the relationship between the two is not good, but Khaira tries to treat her husband well.
Radit stared why there was only one serving of food for him, did Khaira not eat?
"Hey, you're not eating?" Radit asked because Khaira was still standing in front of his two-legged fire stove.
"I ate it too, and it's just gonna take the gravy, too."
Radit waited until Khaira had sat down and prepared to eat. After Khaira sat down, Radit started eating.
The two ate silently, there was no chatter. Only the twangs of spoons and forks clashed. But it is clear how Radit so enjoy a bowl of Soto Ayam that.
"You cooked by yourself?" Radit asked on the sidelines he chewed his food.
"Yes..."
"Taste you good." Just this time Radit praised Khaira's cooking. Previously, when Khaira cooked Timlo Solo at the house of Bunda Ranti, the man only asked to add but did not recognize the delicacy of Khaira cuisine at all.
"Thank you." Sahut while his eyes glanced at Radit who was so greedy to enjoy his Soto.
I don't know what feeling, hearing for the first time her husband said that his cooking was delicious made Khaira's heart feel happy. The man who often mocked her and hurt her with his words, could now praise her cooking. However, Khaira tried to put her face as calm as possible, she tried to act ordinary in front of Radit.
Until finally the breakfast was over, and Khaira deftly cleaned the dining table and put dirty utensils into the dishwasher. He would immediately clean it up before leaving for his parents' house.
Radit who was still sitting at the dining table, noticed Khaira's back.
"The girl was very deft, all the housework she could do herself." He murmured in his heart.
"Let me wash the dishes." Radit walked up to Khaira who was in the dishwasher sink.
"Eh, no. Let me just." Khaira refused, for her it was impolite to let her husband wash the dishes.
"Have it, I'll." Radit immediately grabbed the dishwasher sponge and washed them one by one.
Khaira was so in disbelief that she saw Radit washing dishes in front of her.
"You just get ready. We're leaving now."
"Yes, thank you." Khaira reluctantly allows Radit to wash dirty dishes and he climbs into the room to change his clothes and gets ready to leave for his parents' house.