Fear of Falling in Love

Reorganizing a Cracked Heart

Gts ... Tok

The sound of knocking on the door outside blew away my whole dream. Inwardly wondering who came this early in the morning? Martha's? Cannot be. If Martha comes, she will tell you first. If not Martha who tried? The only person who knows this house is him and the owner. The most likely is the homeowner. He wanted to give me information about the house.

Gts ... Gts ... Tok

The uninvited guest knocked on the door again. Harder even. “Iya, briefly!” my yelling.

I lazily got up from the bed to the living room to open the door. As soon as the door opened, I was in shock.

Allegedly wrong. The guest who came was not the Maratha or the owner of the house. “Gerald, what are you doing here? Wow, surely you nguntit me from yesterday huh?”

The plot!

One story about landing a canti on my head. I was amazed by this guy in front of me, from the Middle School era like my head. “Enak just said I'm a stalker. Here, I tell you. I came here because I heard next door there is a new neighbor, want to give food as an introduction to it. Uh, it turns out her new neighbor lu.”

Gerald handed the bushel he brought to me. I accepted the bushel with pleasure. Good for breakfast. No need to cook anymore. “Yeee .. We have known.” for a long time

“Bay the way, I wasn't told to come in? Capek tau stand mulu.”

“Basic lu. Usually also directly neloyor enter if to my home.”

He just grinned the horse flaunting his teeth. After he came in, I let him sit on the couch I just bought yesterday. “New sofa? Padded too.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Kok know?”

“Yes, please. This house belongs to my best friend. I often play in this house.”

I sat next to him. My hand shrewdly opened the mantel of Gerald's giving. Waw, it turns out that it's German cuisine. What is the name of the menu. My nose sniffed this food. It became my habit from childhood, before eating kissed first.

“Yeah, pake kissed all. Calm down, not stale. My guy cooked it just an hour ago.”

I glanced at Gerald with a look of wonder. “Since when can you cook?”

“When in college I used to make pedekate with famous chefs in Indonesia, since then I started learning to cook to get his love.”

“Continue your relationship with gebetan you still sampe now?”

Gerald shook his head. His face turned cloudy. “My fetish was finally courted the same sohib I myself.”

I patted his shoulder. “That's patient yes, Bro. I know what you are rasain.” My mind wandered into the past. I'm the first to like Gibriel uh doi dating him with Resty, notabennya as his own chum.

“Iya, now I know why she's dating my sohib ma. Because he is not my true love. My true love it ..”

“Eh, said you earlier you can cook right? Want me to cook?” I accidentally cut her off before she said that her true love was me.

“Bby. You asked to be taught what cooking?”

“Masakan Java can?”

“Yes, can. My grandmother was Wong Jowo. Learn to cook what food? Gudeg, pecel urap, lodeh or sego liwet.”

“Well, that's liwet sego. I'm heavy kangen. 14 Years without eating sego liwet.”

Me and Gerald both have a native Javanese grandmother. I lived in Solo for 13 years. When I got to class 2 Junior High, I moved to Jakarta. That's why I got separated from Gerald. Fortunately, we were reunited.

“So when do you want to learn to cook? Now?”

“Ngak ah. Today my schedule is in bed and writing novels. How about tomorrow?”

I have indeed declared retreat from the world of literacy, but that does not mean I stop writing novels right? Writing a novel ingrained in my soul, can't just be stopped. Maybe in the future I write novels only for private collections.

“Bby. 24 hours time I'm ready to help you. If so I go home first yes, there is an appointment with temen.”

“Oke.” I put on the sweetest smile. Finally Gerald understood also that I wanted to continue the beautiful dream. This way I don't have to bother throwing it out. I got up from my seat to take Gerald to the front door.

***

Gerald kept his promise to teach me how to cook sego liwet. Exactly at eight in the morning he came to my house with the ingredients sego liwet like :

2 packs of small size coconut milk, 1 sheet of pandan leaves, 2 sheets of bay leaves, 1 stem of lemongrass, crushed, 1 sheet of orange leaves, 1 teaspoon of fine salt. Honestly, I salute him for getting all those ingredients. In Germany, these materials are hard to find.

Me and Gerald on duty. I cooked the rice as Gerald cooked the side dish of chicken milk, eggs and vegetables pumpkin Siam.

“Ger, how to cook liquet rice?” many confused. Understand that I never cook at all.

I understand. Then do what Gerald said. Since the rice I have washed first, so just put the rice and other ingredients into the magic com, stir and turn it on.

I just found out that the process of cooking sego liwet is easy. Not up to an hour of cooking is ready and ready to eat. I smell it. Hmmm .. fragrance. I'll grab a spoon to taste the cooking I made with Gerald. The mak nyuss.

you’re the light of my life

you’re the light of my love

you’re the light in my sky

you’re my only one

The song Nabilah JKT 48 Sunshine Becomes You plays beautifully in my sense of hearing.

I realized very well, the song is a smart phone ringtone. Looks Gerald fingered his pants pocket, it turns out the song ringtone smart phone. Suddenly I remembered Gerhard. A week ago he proposed to me on a television show using that song. Ah, goddamn. Moveon from him wasn't as easy as I imagined. There are things that remind me of him.

“Ret, sorry I can't stay here long. It is awaited at the publishing office. Said there was an impromptu meeting.”

“Yes, it's okay. Thank you very much you want to teach me to cook sego liwet.”

“Sama-sama. I love teaching you how to cook.”

I'm taking Gerald to the front door. Only five of her disappeared from my sight, suddenly Martha appeared. “Woy, really tumben you stand in front of the door?” said it.

“Gue abis nganter next door neighbor.”

Martha smiled jahil. “Who are your next-door neighbors? Boy or girl? If guys, handsome is not the guy?”

“Lu know my next-door neighbor.”

Martha exuded a shocked expression. “Hah? Seriously? Who's it?” tanya Maratha.

“There's. Lu kepo ah.”

Martha was shaking her lips. “Lu nyebelin. Make secrets all the same I.”

“Ntar also you know yourself. Yuk, login.”

Martha also entered my house. He's right on the couch. I stepped into the kitchen. Not five minutes back to the living room with a bunch of liwet I cooked with Gerald. “Nih, lu cicipin first sego liwet my cooking.”

“Wuih, good nih.” Maratha while kissing my cooking. A moment later he looked at me like a cop staring at a thief.

I feel so sorry to be stared at like that. “Oke, I ngaku. My next door neighbor is Gerald. Well, he was here to teach me to cook sego liwet.”

Maratha bracelets, her eyes twinkling. “Wah, this is really an unexpected coincidence. In this world, there are no coincidences. Everything is arranged by God. That means Gerald is an angel God sent to help you rearrange a broken heart. So, wait let alone hunted soan same him.”

I was silent thinking about Martha's words. Especially in the third sentence. Is it true that Gerald was an angel sent by God to help me rearrange a broken heart? Only time to answer.