
"Sheen.. I'm so hungry. I want to order some food, what do you want to eat?"
"Why not just cook? let me cook" I said as I walked towards the kitchen and opened a large refrigerator, there were some fresh ingredients.
For about an hour I cooked a few dishes, had rica-rica beef and sauteed vegetables.
Jenny limped towards the dining table to find out what I was cooking until the smell was smelling good all over the room.
"That's great.I'm getting hungry, let's eat!" invite him impatient because his stomach has been rumbling all day just ate sandwiches this morning.
With such luxurious ingredients, it feels like anyone will be able to make delicious and special dishes, but there is a bit of pride when he sees Jenny eating greedily all my dishes without remaining at the dinner table.
"Ahhhh. You are good at cooking it turns out"., he said
"Usually I only make steak with spices, but your cooking is very different, very good taste". Continue to praise my cooking.
"The ingredients are complete and fresh so I can make this all".
"Oh not necessarily, good ingredients are not necessarily good cuisine if you are not good at cooking it, and you are great". She kept praising me and making me even more proud of my own cooking.
"You're so smart to praise ya.." I can't hide the pleasure of being praised by a woman as beautiful as Jenny.
After talking for quite a while at the dinner table, I decided to continue taking care of Jenny until she recovered, the 2-day doctor said, but I'm still worried about his condition while walking was still limping and he said it feels a little pain in the joints.
While in his apartment I was on duty to help him walk, make sure he was safe and not fall down again. This I did for my own sake that actually could not bear to see him in this kind of pain, not to mention the trauma he felt when he was hurt by Damian his former lover.
"We're talking on the balcony! I want you to see the view there". I continued to step up to the top floor to a fairly long balcony there is a permanent table and there are two wooden benches.
In front of me was a vast white cloud that hung over the sky clearly visible also a slightly dim radiance of sunlight.
Very stunning.
"You likey?"
"Of course, it's a beautiful sight" I replied in amazement at what I saw.
We became more familiar than before, the conversation continued as never as I was. It's not often that I see Jenny laughing in response to a joke that I say. Maybe this is the happiness of having a partner and I put more hope in him, even though such thoughts are too naive and inappropriate for a perfect woman like Jenny.
"Actually, the map is only a collection or are you planning something?" asked me who was enjoying a sip of the kretek cigarette I was breathing.
"You want an honest answer from me?" I turned to ask him.
"If you really can't talk about it that's okay, I can wait for you to tell me everything" regardless of my ancestor's story I told you earlier, indeed I have certain intentions with that map, indeed, it's just that no one else knows all along.
"All right, I'll tell you".
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All the things I was doing I was telling you without anything to cover, from my plans to visit the island, to the research of the various literature books.
Curiosity and also the passion to solve the mystery of this ancient map was passed down from grandfather. When he was alive, it was my grandfather who took care of me because my parents were busy working and often out of town for weeks.
As a result, the grandfather who is also an archaeologist often invites to the sites of archaeologists he is researching and tells a variety of stories from past relics before the modern world as it is now.
"Kemari nak. see this" said the grandfather, pointing to a slab of neatly arranged stone pieces forming the foundation of a remnant of the kingdom.
"Grandfather.. How could people in ancient times have made such a big building" I stared at my left-right with a sturdy pole that was still standing with the walls of the building that had been destroyed but the big pole was still firmly standing on the ruins.
He gently stroked my hair and explained that in the past, the power of man was more than that of man alive today, and there were also technologies unknown to modern man today.
"An archaeologist's job is to examine what happened in the past, what they did, what they made, and what life was like in the past".
"Revaluating the past is one way to open up the future". His words at that time were still clearly ringing in my memory, at that time I did not know the implied meaning of his words, but at this time I understood at least.
my parents died first, they had an unavoidable plane crash, no survivors and the plane was blown to pieces in the sky and it took about a month to find the remains of the crash. There was hardly any more of the passengers.
High School became very difficult when both of my parents died and left the grandfather of an old man who the following year followed my parents who had died.
At the end of his life I was always beside his grandfather and listened to all his stories as usual when he was still healthy.
From that story, I found an ancient map inside a neatly locked safe stored in grandfather's room, which was, in it there are also 2 gold coins with carved faces that have faded and are almost not clearly visible due to age.
"One day, you'll find it" that was Grandpa's last message before he finally died from the end-stage cancer that had been eating away at his body all this time.
Grandfather's determination was passed on to me who was very young at the time, I also tried to make it happen by going to college and majoring in archaeology to continue the ideals of my grandfather and all the ancestors he told me over and over again.
For almost 5 years I graduated with good grades, trying to find a job as a researcher but never get and eventually end up being an office-boy and struggling with tasks that are far from the science that I have been studying.
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"That's great, not many people can fight as hard as you Shean." said Jenny, since then she noticed all my stories without asking much.
"Thank you for listening to my story, you're the only one who knows about it".
"I don't have any friends to tell me, let alone tell this, anyone who hears this story will probably think I'm just making up the story" I gave a reason why I didn't tell anyone about my family and about my ambitions.
"Emmm... I don't think of it that way, I know you don't lie" he kept giving encouraging sentences and believing in everything I said.
"I'll support you from now on, you don't have to worry.
"Thank you very kind of you, but I'll try to make my dreams come true".
"The air is getting colder, let's go in" take me to him and prop him up so he can stand up and walk slowly to the room.
Although his body is still limp, but it is better than before, it seems that tomorrow it is healed and I can go home and continue the housework that is currently abandoned.
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