Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Surprise Both Vs Cook Together

Dirga and Haira's wedding reception party is over. The couple were allowed to leave the ballroom and enter their bridal room in one of the luxury hotel rooms.

Haira had taken off her wedding dress and was now wearing a pink nightgown. But Dirga was still in the bathtub, soaking his body with warm water.

As Haira was sitting at the dresser to clean her makeup, her gaze shifted to a large pink envelope lying on the dresser. Curiosity made him grab the envelope. A greeting card is pinched on the outside of the envelope.

'Happy dear daughter Papa and Mama.' That is how it is written on the card.

Haira opened the envelope. Some paper is in it. And how surprised Haira was after seeing that the papers were flight tickets to Bali go home on her behalf and Dirga. In addition, there is also a voucher for lodging in a star hotel for three nights.

Haira was very happy. He was convinced that this was a wedding gift for him given by his parents on a honeymoon trip.

While continuing to hug the envelope, Haira waited for Dirga on the bed. Until finally Dirga finished bathing and returned to the room with already wearing a shirt and shorts.

"Dir .. take a look at this!" haira cried to her husband.

"What's that?" ask Dirga.

"Our wedding gift from mom and dad. Honeymoon trip to Bali," said Haira.

Dirga was silent for a moment. This is what Mr. Broto told him the other day. Dirga stepped onto the bed, laid down his body and drowned in the blanket. He just wants to go to bed soon. Not only was it tired from the event, but also because his heart was so tired from all of this. Also because he misses Calya so much.

While Haira who looked at her exhausted-looking husband was just smiling. Maybe tonight Dirga will not touch it, but Haira keeps the belief that on the honeymoon later, Dirga will really make her a wife completely.

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Calya doesn't expect much with her cell phone. Dirga's number was completely out of touch.

Calya was staring at her face in the mirror this morning when the sound of knocking on the door sounded. Calya opened the door.

"Sir Praba?" he sizzled while watching the man who came.

Two plastic bags became her tent.

"Em .. I'm new from the shopping market. If I may, I'd like to cook in Miss Dirga's kitchen. Yes ... All of you cook for Miss Dirga too," muttered Praba.

"Well, Mr Praba can cook?" ask Calya.

"of course. Can't believe?"

Calya thought for a moment. "Okay, let's see!" call Calya then.

Praba followed Calya's steps into the kitchen. Upon arrival, Praba placed his luggage on the table.

"What are Mr Praba shopping for?" calya asked as she took out a few containers from the dish shelf.

"Fish tilapia, various vegetables, tempeh and tofu," said Praba.

Calya looked up to see the groceries that had been issued by Praba and were being placed into the container given by Calya earlier.

"Keep cooking how are the ingredients?" ask Calya again.

"Sayur asem, tempe fried tofu, nila fried flour and sambal terasi," answered Praba.

Calya smiled then said, "Okay, let's get started."

They both began to weed the ingredients, wash them and prepare spices. Because so engrossed Praba did not realize when his hand touched the black bottom of the pot. When wiping the sweat, the black color moved to his face.

Calya who saw Praba's face smeared like that laughed.

"What's Miss Dirga laughing at?" ask Praba.

"That" said Calya, pointing at Praba's face.

"Why is my face?" praba asked confusedly.

The shame, Praba even rubbed his face again which made the black stain even more.

"Oh, don't hold her face again, sir! Try here I help," said Calya while taking a few sheets of tissue and wet it with a little water.

A moment later Calya had already swept the tissue over Praba's face. Praba just fell silent to get that treatment. For a moment his breath seemed to be restrained. Calya's touch made a different feel to her at the moment.

Calya's face that was so close to her now made her blood instantly rustle. His gaze did not blink on Calya's serious-looking face smudging a stain on her face.

"Well, already," muttered Calya.

But Calya immediately realized something when there was a pungent smell kissed her. It turns out that the fish that was being fried has been scouring.

"Ouch, fish!" cry out Calya again.

Praba also panicked. Rushing he turned off the stove, while Calya was trying to lift the black fish.

"Yeahhh! It's a scorch, "calya grumbled.

"It's okay, Mom. Even charred, if eaten with a heart as pure as possible, it will still be delicious" said Dirga.

Calya looked at Praba, who was reciprocated by raising an eyebrow by Praba. It ended with the laughter of the two of them.

Praba and Calya are enjoying their hard-earned lunch. Vegetable asem, tofu and tempe fried, sambal terasi and fish nila fried gosong.

Sitting face to face at the dining table of Calya's house, the two seemed to be enjoying it voraciously.

Praba was stunned for a moment. There was a calm feeling in his heart now. At least today she had made sure that Calya filled her stomach well, and the most important thing was that today Calya laughed.

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