Tengil Mas Baron's
May It Not Be Poisonous

Delila's legs are getting better, now he is busy arranging the groceries he bought from the vegetable maker. The daily money that Baron gave was indeed much less than his old pocket money, but Delila as much as possible was saving it. He only bought simple vegetables, not expensive but still delicious to eat.

Maybe if the pocket money from Davyn is still flowing he will not bother to think about the dime sheet that Baron gave, he said, but since Davyn stopped everything - he also did not want to make Baron uncomfortable - Delila left everything, including her own savings. And now that Davyn's cell phone is left, it's his old Papa's phone.

From there Delila get cooking recipes, although the experience in the kitchen that Delila is very minimal, it is not wrong to try. He was sure that the Baron would be home later in the day, so the remaining time was enough to get things done.

"The spirit of Delila, let's fry tempeh for Mas Samson" he said excitedly.

Whether successful or not, it was clear Delila would start her experiment and hope the food she made later did not poison her husband.

Wrestling with kitchen tools, various spices like it was and repeated that he had never held before, making Delila like being hit by a whirlwind.

The chubby-faced girl wiped her sweat many times, her lips thinning when she saw the tempe that she fried was ripe even though it was a little charred.

Understand his first experience, maybe if he is used to it and someone guides him can be better when it comes to cooking.

The second menu, Delila only makes clear vegetables and sweet corn. Not too difficult and maybe very easy for a girl who is used to cooking it, but for Delila the vegetables she makes are enough to make her taste and add water many times.

Until finally all the dishes this afternoon had been finished he made, and the time had also shown at 12 noon past fifteen minutes. It was quite noon and past the Baron's hour home from the workshop.

Delila stared at her cooking wistfully, many times she glanced at the clock hanging above the kitchen door.

"Did Mas Samson not come home? how do I keep cooking? turn dimasakin even not home, if I fall mulu he hunted back. Ish, I found out that I was lazy." - grumbled.

With a tired breath, the girl sat down on the dining table chair that looked worn but still strong and sturdy. The contract he occupied with the Baron was not very large, there was one bedroom, kitchen, living room and bathroom, but it was quite clean because Delila did not like the name to be messy. If there used to be a lot of color and t-shirts scattered everywhere, now the object will not dare to show itself again in just any place.

And it turns out that all this time the newlyweds had never slept in one room, Baron who likes to go home at night prefers to sleep in the living room. The man let Delila who occupied his 2-by-three-meter room.

No bigger than Delila's private bathroom in her Papa's residence. Delila was initially uncomfortable and unpleasant as she had to sleep in the room while the Baron chose to sleep in the living room, but how else - even though they are husband and wife if the heart has not received what it wants.

Especially Baron.

Delila did not demand and ask or even ask for clarity, because she knew where this problem came from.

"I don't really go home, what am I doing?"

The sound of welding machines and other scaffolding tools is so deafening. Flashes of fireworks produced look terrible, fortunately people who are currently busy until they forget that time using adequate safety.

"But! we'll have lunch first."

The sound of the welding machine slowly stopped, the slightly long-haired man took off the helmet and special glasses he had been using since. The large, veined hand took off the glove that protected it from the sparks of fireworks.

"What time is it?" the question after finishing vertical mineral water that is already available there.

"Half one. Why, Bang Baron is coming home? we don't have lunch at the workshop. Maman bought us rice in Warteg."

Baron was silent, somehow there was a sense of wanting to go home but the time and work had been tight. The man licked his lips that felt dry, he was still thinking. But after realizing that he had given money to the girl this morning, Baron was seen moving in the footsteps of his coworkers.

He had to fill his stomach immediately, and return to finish his pending work.

Elsewhere, a white girl was walking down a crowded street to get to her husband's workplace. With the old hat owned by the man, Delila against the scorching heat of the sun and pollution this afternoon.

He did not take the city transportation or taxi, for some reason Delila instead chose to walk to the workshop. It was not too far away, only a few hundred meters - probably about 500 to 600 meters from his contract. But it can make him sweat, his tired breath sounds again.

But his thin smile continued to be imprinted when he saw the supply place he was carrying at this time.

"Hopefully Mas Samson hasn't eaten yet, surely he's still busy working until he forgets to go home." he murmured softly, sounding like an encouragement to himself.

DRIFTING HIM

BALEK MAS BALEK!