You're My Antidote
Regretting

Rani has changed her clothes and brought out the ingredients that she will cook. Her slightly wet hair was scattered without a cover as they were just the two of them inside the house.

"What do you cook?"

The King's voice surprised Rani who was still sorting vegetables in the refrigerator.

"Sir King just!" his nag. "Of course the King's brother is a ghost until there is no sound of his footsteps?" Rani is still grumbling with her lips bent. Put all the ingredients on the kitchen counter table. Ready to start the cooking process.

But the man he was angry with just raised his eyebrows and asked them again about their dinner menu.

"Rani wants to cook capcai with fish pesmol gurame. Coincidentally this morning the shooter brought the carp from the market. So we're just eating this, brother?"

The king nodded and took over the knife in his hand. "You just sit down. Let me cook."

"Lho don't!" prevent Rani by trying to reclaim the knife that is already in the power of the King. The man even deftly cut the fish in half and lime it with a squeeze of lime and salt. "Kan Rani has promised to cook a special meal for Raja's brother. If Raja's brother is cooking, Rani breaks dong's promise. Since when can the King cook?"

Instead of answering, the King instead took the frying pan and poured enough oil to fry the fish.

The man also shifted vegetables and shrimp for capcai material in front of him. "You can cook that one" said the king, who was cutting cucumbers and carrots. "Make sure you cut and wash them properly."

Rani clucked but did what the King told her to do. "Why be the King's brother who cooks anyway?" mumbling itself.

"Aren't you going to cook something special?"

"Yes. Rani's cooking for Raja's brother! not the King's brother who cooks!"

"Wouldn't I cook more specifically? I never even cooked any food for anyone else. And you'll be the first."

Rani's face flushed. But as much as possible he covered it by asking again.

"Special means to Rani. Not for the King! since when can King cook?" seeing from the way to hold the knife, it is clear if the King used to do it.

"Special for me too. Because there will be others who try what I cook." replied the man indifferently. Not feeling has succeeded in making Rani's heart more agitated. "I used to cook when I was stressed or had a lot of thoughts. They cook themselves and eat themselves. But that was pretty telling for me for emotional therapy. Not only when you have a lot of thoughts and emotions but it works when you are sad."

With a warm feeling, Rani was glued to look at the King. For the first time the King told him about a part of the man's life. It is usually only Rani herself who tells the story without any equal reply from the King.

Rani opens up all the secrets and stories of her life to the King. But the King distributed the safe locked very well without any reproach for him to see the contents inside.

"But everyone has his or her own way of self-therapy. I prefer to cook. Where I can focus and enjoy the results not only in the eyes but also the heart even my stomach is happy because it is filled well."

Rani laughs at the hull carried along in the King's story.

I don't know what happened to the man who is now her husband, until now can open up like this.

Then they went back to cooking. The king finished his pessmol and Rani also did the same with the capcai.

Rani is as usual. Tell me what happened in his day. And now the king is not just silent a thousand languages. The man had started to respond a little to his story despite still being impressed indifferently.

Their dinner was also very comfortable. And Rani didn't expect Raja to not only cook, but be smart enough. Even the taste of the King's cooking tasted better than that of a woman.

"Are you watching the news?"

Rani stopped the movement of her spoon and fell silent for a while. Know where their next conversation is going.

To be honest he did not expect any explanation from the King. Rani is not ready for reality. He did not know what to respond if what the King said was sincere, not just pretend. But he was more unable to accept the fact that the King was really just playing a show.

Rani is convinced by her feelings for the King. He admired the King. I love everything that is in that man. Even though his feelings are only idolizing. But the disappointment must still be there if he knows the King is just playing in front of the camera. Because honestly he also wants to be loved and protected like what he heard from the King in the press conference.

"How can Rani watch the news that the internet and television all can not use Rani!" gerutu.

"So you haven't watched the news?"

The king who usually always looks calm in all situations, now Rani can see a little unrest in the eyes of the King. Things he'd never seen before.

Maybe the King was afraid of getting him hurt if he told the truth. Maybe the man is putting together the right words to explain so that he does not misunderstand.

Rani is also self-conscious not to be greedy to want the heart of the King. "It has. Replaced." he replied no longer have a taste for food.

"What I said"

"Sister King take it easy. Rani knows it's for our own good, especially for Rani herself." cut her eyes on the King with the smile she tried to force.

".. Rani knows what Raja's brother says and Raja's brother feels it is inversely proportional." he added. "So let's both assume that it never happened."

The king looked at him dislikefully after he finished speaking. "It's good that you know." the man put down his spoon and fork and stood up. "I'm done eating. You go to sleep first. I have something to do."

The King's attitude returned cold and indifferent. Leaving Rani without looking again.

Rani lowered her shoulders. Cover your face with both hands resting on the table.

Maybe he was wrong not to give the King a chance to explain. No wonder the man was angry. But he is not ready for all the possibilities either. Choosing to assume what the King said he had never heard was not an easy thing for him.

His heart and mind are in chaos. But it would be even more chaotic if he knew the truth later.

Cooking and eating events that previously felt fun are now changing drastically. Cuisine that feels good now he can not even swallow. The rice and side dishes on the King's plate were also left.

Unable to continue eating, Rani cleaned the table and threw away the remaining food. Washing every dirty dish and utensils.

Rani blames herself until it ends like this.

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