Clandestine

Cuisine For My Husband

I dragged my suitcase into the apartment after the door

open-ended. The fragrant smell of the room is mixed with the smell of the sofa and carpet

just stabbed my nose. Before actually entering, I circulated my gaze

around. The apartment that I will be occupying from today is so clean,

the result of my hard work with Reinard a few days before the wedding day

our. We agreed not to delay cleaning the apartment and

make it neat before we get to it. There is an equation between us, though,

he likes cleanliness and also does not like to procrastinate.

After putting my suitcase in the room, I went to the kitchen and then

open refrigerator. Not the water I took, but a packet of ice cream

green beans that I put in there. I usually will

snacking on ice cream when busy with work or anxious about something.

So for the food, I really had to keep it at home.

I was so dissolved in my ice cream when the door opened

slowly. I hurriedly put the rest of my ice cream into a bowl when

Reinard came from there.

“Akh...you're home?” I can't hide my relief

When I saw him standing in front of me like he is now.

Reinard only smiled faintly and then approached me.

“Sorry to have you waiting.” He said he took a glass and

drain water from the dispenser.

I didn't answer, just stared at my husband's disheveled face. Clothes that

he was wearing it last night looking messy, even his hair was unruly

neat as usual. And more affirming her lack of sleep is color

black under his eyes that can't deceive. I'm sure he's exhausted

terribly.

“Are you in a bad mood Jul?” reinard

jerking daydreams. At first I wanted to ask what the word meant,

but the question was a blur when I saw Reinard's eyes

it is fixed on a porcelain bowl that contains ice cream that has melted.

“Akh, no. I'm just a little dizzy thinking about work.” Answer me

lie. Maybe I can't tell her I've been stressed all night

because it was left on the first night. In fact, it might be Reinard's situation

stress in dealing with patients who need medical help. Eli said,

being a doctor's wife is almost exactly the same as being an itri

Force. We must be ready to be abandoned at any time when duty calls

them.

“Do you have started thinking about work, but we have just

married?” ask Reinard later.

“Didn't you also work on our first wedding night?”

sambarku fast and immediately I regret. Why is my mouth so careless to say

such a thing, as if I were the most inconsiderate wife in this world

it was clear that my husband was a doctor.

I saw Reinard bowing. It makes me feel more guilty.

Come on, Julia, be more mature for these kinds of things.

“Ma—forgive me Rei. I didn't mean to say that.

Oath.” I looked at him with deep regret.

Reinard smiled and stroked my hair slowly. “It's okay.

I'm the one who should be apologizing for leaving you alone last night.”

I was silent for a moment. “So...how about your patient?” much

later then.

“It can be solved.” Answer's straightforward.

“What pain?” i wonder.

“Hant.” Legally. “He had the disease since childhood. And

now, his life must depend on medicine and medical effort.”

I'm not saying. My mind wanders to the patient that Reinard

tell me. I can't imagine how tormented that patient was when

live all the time with medicine and medical equipment. How he feels

and his hope of life?

“Jul...” Reinard stroking my arm. “Why?”

“I just feel good hearing your story.”

Reinard smiles. “It's okay. Compared to healthy people, he

much more excited in his life.”

“Really?” I was full of wonder.

“Iya.” Reinard's law is steady. “He always welcomes the morning with

his best smile and hope.”

I stroked my chest in relief, at least the patient was much more

he has gratitude within him.

“Oh yes, have you eaten?” I switched the conversation.

Reinard.

“You want me to make something?” tawalku. I'm not sure if

Reinard can eat what I cook. I can make some

cooking and I think what I made wasn't too bad—at least my tongue

and Rosa's tongue can take it. But Reinard had never felt it

my cooking.

“Can you cook?”

“Slight.” Honestly answered. “Or we can eat out. I was just

see if in front there is a fast food restaurant.”

“No.” Reinard's fast. “I want to eat the food made

my wife.”

I'm looking down embarrassed. My face's warming.

“You sure you want to eat my cooking? Yeah.not so good. But.can.

eaten cok. Non toxic.”

“Of course. Don't I want my wife to be disappointed?”

“Good. Then, while you take a shower and I'll cook.

How?” my bargain certainly got the nod of approval from

Reinards.

After the man went into the bathroom to take a shower, I immediately

open the refrigerator and remove some food from it. Good luck

I bought some vegetables a few days ago.

*****

Reinard came out of the room when I was just setting the table. My gaze

stop for a moment when he saw his tall body that was only wrapped in a t-shirt and

long training pants. His face looked fresh, although the drowsiness in his eyes was not

can cover. But what makes me wrong focus is his hair is still

the wet half looked a little disheveled as it had just dried it out

with towel. That's what makes his sexiness increased by a hundred percent.

“Sorry I just made a potluck. Just what's in the fridge.” I

opening my voice before my mind wanders in any direction.

Reinard just nodded and pulled the chair. “It's okay. I

can eat anything.” He sat in the chair, his eyes

browse the menu on the table. I'm just making spicy prawns and chicken stir-fries

butters. There are no vegetables today, because I haven't had time to buy.

“You want lots or little rice?” I bowed, spooning the rice to

in a Reinard plate.

“Enough.” He said, When I spooned two rice cobs inside

his plate.

“Tumis shrimp?” tawalku.

He simply nodded, and watched my nimble hand fill up

the plate is sauteed with shrimp and some butter chicken. My heart is warm

When I did this, something I never imagined

previous—serve my husband.

“Sorry if my cooking is not so delicious. Because I'm being

learn to cook too.” I sat down on the chair and started facing my plate

take a little rice and stir-fry my favorite spicy shrimp.

“A few days ago I took a cooking class, and was taught

some simple cooking. At least in addition to making shrimp stir fry, I should

you can create another menu. Because—”

“Uhuk!”

Reinard's cough made me lift my chin. My eyes widened

When he saw his red face. I panicked, immediately rushed to

its direction.

“Rei..Rei...you why?” I think he's got my food poisoning.

I looked at her red lips and her hand which deftly took

the water and the water ran out.

“You're spiciness?” I asked again, a little breathing. At least

a serving of stir-fried shrimp won't get me questioned by the police for causing

my own husband was poisoned.

Reinard just nodded, he still could not control his tongue

is burned.

I ran towards the refrigerator. Thankfully, I still have some ice

cream over there. I took the ice cream and opened the package.

“This, let the spiciness go.” I handed you the peanut-flavored ice cream

that green on Reinard.

The man didn't say anything. I only accept ice cream

give it and bite it. When he started to feel better, I

started sitting next to him.

“You should say if you don't like spicy food. I could

make you other foods.starchy fried shrimp for example.”

Reinard shook his head after having an empty mouth. “I have to cook anything

the one my wife made.”

I clucked, but couldn't cover my heartbeat. “Iya, but

I feel guilty for poisoning you.”

Reinard is still. “Julia, I'm fine. How can chili

poisoned me?”

I lowered my head, packing dirty dishes with my mouth shut.

“Alright...tomorrow please make me a dish without spicy taste. Can?”

I raised my chin. “So you still want to eat my cooking?”

my face turned bright, like a child who had just been offered a toy

new by his parents.

“Of course.”

“OK. Tell me what you want to eat and I'll

make it for you.”

Reinard nodded, then moved out of his chair. He took the remote

sitting on the couch watching TV. While he focused on the news, I

choose to sit in the kitchen to wash dishes and finish them with

quick one. I hope our mini mala didn't get through something that was delayed earlier

nightly.

But baby, when I was done cleaning the kitchen I saw him

he fell asleep on the sofa. Disappointed, I walked to

my work desk. Focus on the office work that was delayed until I

sleeping there.

I don't know what the story is, but when I woke up the next day

the next day, I found my body asleep in bed.

*****