You Will Marry Me!
Simple dishes, Special
"Special meal for the beloved girl, Appa!" Hyun-shik brought a dish that was still closed, next to which there was watermelon juice with a glass of frozen grains around it
Ara looked at the face of the man who looked doting on her very sincerely.
"Thank you, Appa" said Ara with teary eyes, perhaps this was her first time saying such words just now.
Everything is clear, clear. There is no more gray. Ara's guess is completely wrong.
Some time ago, Ara walked towards the kitchen. The man he was looking for was standing staring at some kitchen utensils in front of him as well as various colorful vegetables.
"Ap ... Pa" call the girl heavy, the man looks thinner than usual
Hyun-shik turns his head, turning his body towards the source of the sound. His feet stepped quickly hugging the body he was worried about every day.
"Ga Eun!" heed
"Hm ... Appa Ara meant" he repeated fearing the girl in his arms was angry. Ara did not return the hug, but also did not reject it
"Where have you been, son? We're all worried about you" Hyun-Shik looked at, Ara still silent
"Ara came here to hear an explanation, Appa! Is it true that we were abandoned because of Ye Jun and his mother?" said Ara flat
"Hm ... Let's sit there. Appa will explain everything to you" Hyun-Shik leads Ara to the customer bench
They now sit facing each other, only the table becomes the separator.
"Ye Jun was just a victim of an accident. At that time Appa was driving very fast, Appa was angry and wanted to go home to Indonesia to meet you and intend never to come back here again. Appa left your grandmother who until more than a year of marriage we still did not approve of. Even until Ara was born.
Your grandmother still keeps the tradition. The first child should marry a person who comes from this country as well.
Love Appa to your mother .. and you make Appa dare to leave everything. Even until now, Appa has never enjoyed all the facilities of the Appa family before.
But destiny says something else. Ye Jun's mother couldn't be saved after the accident. Ye Jun only has a mother, Appa has to take responsibility for all of Appa's deeds" Hyun-Shik sighed, pausing his talk. The shadow of the accident had flashed in his memory
"Appa told this to your mother. Your mother told Appa to take responsibility for Ye Jun, this restaurant belongs to Ye Jun, his mother pioneered this business ... Appa continues it.
Appa hopes, Mother and Ga Eun can catch up here. But, that time ..your mother rejected it. Maybe you're disappointed and afraid to meet your grandmother."
"It turned out that very day, your grandmother called my wife and said the words that hurt her, ah ... Wasn't it! Precisely feel guilty, because it has separated the relationship between the child and his mother"
"Why has Appa never returned to Indonesia? Just once, Pa?"
"Your mother is hard! Just like his son. If you have made a decision, do not dispute it. Just like his son, right?" hyun-shik's smile grew back
"Trust me, Son. Every second that passes. Appa lives by always remembering you. Your mother won't be taking Appa's calls anymore. Fortunately there was an assistant Appa when he was still a chef in Bali. From him Appa knows all about your news. And Appa was so happy, after your mother left, he was the one who became your family there" Hyun-Shik explained
"Ara's family?"
"Yes ... You even married his son"
"I mean, Appa? That guy Ummi?" asked Ara curiously, The beakbaya man in front of her nodded
Hyun-Shik looks at the clock on his wrist.
"It was almost maghrib. Ara fasting right? Wait here. Appa will make a special meal for Ara" without waiting for the girl's approval, Hyun-Shik goes to the kitchen
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The closed room was opened. A distinctive smell pokes on the surface.
"It's Ara's favorite dish, right?" hyun-shik asked with a smile
Ara's eyes widened at the simple yet special food before her.
"I'm sorry, son. There are no dates."
"It's okay, Appa. It's been very special for Ara." said the girl with melted tears.
"This is the mainstay menu of our restaurant in Bali" said the man. Ara knew now, who taught her to cook dishes like the one in front of her now. Fried rice kecombrang!"
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