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Section 27

The two men were of different ages at the dinner table, turning their backs when the food touched his tongue. There were many sweet memories flashed by, cramming the surface of the memories bringing them back to the figure that had left.

Mr. Arya even dropped tears, staring around looking around for the figure who had cooked for them.

"Where? Where are you? Why hide?" racau lord Arya called the late wife who had left him first.

"Dad! Who are you looking for?" Eva asked confusedly to see her husband who then pecked after feeding food to his mouth.

The old man regained consciousness back in time where he had already lost half his life.

"Ah .. So, who cooked this?" tanyanya looked at Yudi who was standing among the servants.

"What's wrong with this food?" Eva asked and tried to feed the food. For him, it was the same as the menus he ate every day. There's nothing different.

"It's Yudi's cooking, what's up, Dad? We eat it occasionally" Eva said confidently.

Lord Arya turned to Caesar's wife, implied doubt in her misty eyes.

"You sure? I memorized Yudi's cooking. This one tastes different, like he cooks." He threw a glance at Yudi who was still staring did not answer. Only his eyes were caught glancing at Caesar.

"Easy, Dad. Just eat it, maybe a little can cure your longing." Caesar ended the strangeness, eating the food so voraciously.

Like mom's cooking. Is it true that he cooked it? God, is he really my mother's incarnation?

Caesar's heart was busy muttering, his mouth was busy chewing. Not wanting to finish, he wanted to continue eating that food. Eva was astonished at the other Caesar's way of eating. Never once did he see her eating like that.

Is it that good? On my tongue it feels the same. Just like the Yudi cuisine that yesterday. What's so special?

Eva shook her shoulders, trying not to think about the oddity. Eat elegantly, devouring little by little the food on his plate.

Mr. Arya looked at the son, beside his body as if one figure was accompanying him with a smile. The owner of the most beautiful smile, which he ever had.

If this were your cooking .. I miss you, my wife.

His old heart harbors a deep longing, longing for the figure of a woman who is so great and special to accompany the journey of his life. No one can replace him, and there will never be another.

While behind the house, Cempaka sat surrounded by three servants who comforted him.

"Miss, who is patient. All of this is a test" said one of them. Can't bear to see the master treated like a servant even though they know what position Cempaka in Caesar's life.

"I'm doing fine. Trust me, you don't have to worry about me." Cempaka smiled even though he looked bitter. He showed them that he was okay.

"How do we believe, while you're crying here alone?"

"Yes, Miss. May Miss Eva be a little merciful to you. Aren't you also the master's wife?"

Sir's wife?

Cempaka repeated the sentence in his heart. She doubted that she was Caesar's wife.

"I'm different. I was married just to give birth to a child in this family. Not to be a mistress. What's the difference with you guys? We're all the same. You and I are the same" said Cempaka with heart-wrenching sadness.

"Miss, what after you gave birth to this marriage is over?" ask one of them for marketing.

"Well, I hope it is so that I can get away from this cruel life. You know, I'm tired of living in this world. Fate never sided with me, it took away my mother, took away both my sisters at once. Now it gives me a bitter life. What exactly am I in this world for?" Cempaka looked at the dark night sky, imagining a life that almost never found the word happy.

The three servants who were with him were stunned, they were still lucky. Have a family, be loved, and be appreciated. Not like Cempaka whose life is tossed around by destiny.

"Go!"

Caesar's cold voice drove the three servants there. Cempaka quickly lowered his head, sitting up agitatedly. Did he hear everything he said? He closed his eyes, biting his riled lips.

Caesar sat down on a chair beside Cempaka, putting a plate of rice and side dishes on the table right in front of the woman.

"Eat!" caesar's orders made Cempaka even more anxious.

"W-What's with the cooking, sir? W-didn't you like it?" cempaka asked stammered with fear.

"none. Eat up!" The man's voice did not sound as rude as usual. It is precisely gently draped in the ears of Cempaka.

"But ...."

"Eat. I know you haven't had dinner. Do I need a bribe?" Caesar was about to take the plate, but Cempaka quickly grabbed it.

"Let me alone." Cempaka began to feed the food into the mouth, it tastes good not strange at all. He glanced at Caesar who was looking at him.

"How does it feel?"

"Huh?" Cempaka looked up, his mouth slightly open not understanding.

"What's it like?" Caesar repeated the question.

"Eh .. oh, this. I think it's delicious, but I don't know what your taste is like, sir? So, if there is a shortage or it feels inappropriate, please be understood. I will learn again for the future," said Cempaka mean it.

Caesar chuckled at it, feeling funny at the woman's frightened behavior.

"It feels amazing. It's like the food my mother made. Are you sure you made it yourself? Dad even hallucinated about mom," Caesar said a little in disbelief if Cempaka was able to present a sense that drew him to the past.

The woman was astonished, now she was the one who did not believe in herself. How could it be, the cuisine was a trial of the menu in the book that Yudi had handed to her.

"I didn't make it alone, sir. There was Mr. Yudi and some servants who helped me. I'll have to ask the butler about the tastes you like. So, I still have to study hard until I can actually make food that suits your taste," said Cempaka inversely proportional to his cheerful heart.

Does that mean I made it? Oh, my God, I don't believe it. I managed to make that cooking.

Cempaka's heart praised itself, unaware of the disappointed look clearly emanated on the man's face. He would ask Yudi directly about who made the food.

"Who asked you to wear those clothes?" The question was thrown away when Caesar's gaze fell on the servant uniform attached to Cempaka's body.

"Ah .. this ... this is just my own initiative, sir. When I heard that the great master was coming, I asked this outfit to Mr. Yudi so that the great master would not suspect me." Again he gave.

Caesar's heart pained hearing the reason. It's ridiculous!