The Last Love's
Appetiser

Hearing the word from his mother, Alan could not remain silent. He immediately stood up and turned to look at Ratih.

“Don't dong, Mom! Kevin will also eat,” said Alan quickly.

“Since when did your sister eat spicy? You forgot that?” ask Mr. Galih is very understanding with his two sons. He also knew if Alan was not willing if the most delicious sambal was brought home by Anggita.

“Bu—not that, Sir. Who knows later if Liam nyicip sambal made him, he so want to eat chili,” kelit Alan makes both parents hold back laughter. I'm just silent and listening.

“Walah-walah-walahp. Want wherever the pleasure of sambal made by Anggita, if you eat people who do not doyan spicy, yes still do not want. Right, Sir?” said Mrs Ratih asking her husband's approval.

“Hm! Bener it!” timpal Galih agrees with his wife.

“Ah! Yes already! It's up to you guys,” concluded Alan then turned to look at Anggita.

“Bring everyone home,” tell the guy in his cool-ass style.

Aggita just nodded, and brought all the food to the kitchen. Just a few minutes, the dining table that was previously full of lots of food, is now clean with the whole chair has entered under the table.

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At night, Ratih's mother walks to her eldest son's room.

“Nak, can mom come in?” his permission to blow his head from behind the door.

Alan turned his head towards her, and nodded slowly.

“Log in, Mom,” replied Alan turned off his phone.

“What's up, Mom?”

Mrs Ratih sat down beside the bed where her son was. He rubbed his thighs slowly, then watched his son who had grown more mature and handsome.

“What do you think?” ask Ratih ma'am.

“What, Mom?” Alan still did not understand his mother's question.

“Members. What do you think?” obviously, Ratih looked at his son deeply.

Hearing his mother's question, Alan gently rubbed his nape and raised his shoulders.

“Ya. Kan Older mother knows him,” replied Alan.

“Iya, mom knows. As long as you're at home, what's your assessment of him? You are so big, son. In a few years you have three heads,” said Mrs Ratih with a million hopes tucked in it.

Alan sighed, and looked at his mother. He knew if his mother wanted him to get married soon, or at least already had a future wife. However, seeing the love story of his friends and the characteristics of women he often met, often makes him think repeatedly to know love and approach women.

“Bu, later also if it is time I will marry you,” replied Alan calmly.

“When, Son? Mothers are just the older the older the older too. My mother does not want your meaning either. I don't want you to rush into marriage because of both of us. I want that, your wife can change the role of mother. Take care of your food, care and care about you, take good care of you. And that nemuin' mother in Anggita.”

Revealed the pent-up intention of Ratih's mother during this time made him close to the maid in his house.

Alan was back in his bedroom. Thinking of the hopes and requests of the woman who has given birth and raised herself.

For about a week, he watched Anggita. She looks different than most other women she meets. Assume not spoiled, and always try to do all things alone. He often refused the help he offered. Like fixing a troubled water faucet in the kitchen, when his parents are not there. The girl insisted on fixing it herself even though it took a long time, and ended up with her clothes and face wet.

Aggita never rejects any cuisine that he asked, regardless of whether he ever cooked it or not. However, the girl still tried it with confidence in herself.

He is quiet, his temper is calm until Alan sometimes upset himself for not being able to upset his aides. However, one discussion that Anggita always avoids is about romance and family, the girl still answers but the answer is too short, and immediately silences the mouth of the interlocutor.

“Times yes, I have to marry her?” ask Alan to himself.

He also does not care about the status of Anggita, as well as the educational limits that the girl is enjoying. But basically Alan had no thoughts of getting married, he decided it carefully.

“You really want to go again, Son?” tanya bu Ratih with a sad face, covered in sadness.

“Iya, Mom. There's something I still have to take care of. Maybe in two or three months I'll be home, ” Alan replied trying to convince his mother.

Alan immediately grabbed his mother, making his gaze meet with Anggita who was standing behind his mother. After breaking his mother's arms, Alan walked over to Anggita.

The girl just kept quiet, and smiled faintly.

“Can I ask something?” anggita's permission remains to speak formally, out of respect for Alan.

“Ask only. No need for permission first,” replied Alan smiling warmly.

“You left because my cooking is not good?” tanya Anggita expressed her anxiety.

“Aha! No really. There is still something to take care of on campus. Your cooking is delicious, really. Unfortunately, I have to go. Well, maybe later look for a restaurant or restaurant whose cuisine is similar to yours,” honest Alan after a long time he pretended not to like the most delicious cuisine made by Anggita.

“Neither, except the cooking using love spices,” Anggita reply said the secret of his cooking.

“Feelings made with all my heart, and sincerity, surely it will feel different from each other,” he continued with a brief smile.

“What else if you eat a loved one,” says Alan so slowly.

“What?” anggita asked less to hear Alan's voice, because it was covered by the noise of people around the airport.

“Too I go home, the cooking is better,” Alan replied clearly.

Aggita just nodded slowly and continued to unravel the smile.

“Come, Son. Later you are late,” take Pak Galih so heavy to drive his son into the airport.

He returned to say goodbye to his parents, and advised Ratih's mother not to fire Anggita because he left again.

Mrs Ratih nodded. He knew that Anggita's cooking had captivated his son from the beginning. However, Alan's sense of prestige is so high, making him only able to stroke the chest, and continue to pray for the best for his son.

Anggita continued to look at Alan's back which was getting away from his sight, then he walked closer to Ratih's mother.

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