Getting Married through Tradition

45. Hasan Cook?

"When you pout, you look really cute, Han! Gemassss me!" hasan said in his heart.

"I'll tell you, Han. Who is young, well-established and handsome, not just me. Most people who follow the tradition of matchmaking at a young age, their minority is well established. You don't know" said Hasan.

"But you're the most perfect, San!"

"You said that because you married me. Try not to be the same as me. I'm sure, you'll also say the same thing you said just now!"

Hana was speechless unable to answer Hasan's question. Hasan's question has a point, too.

"By the way, you're saying what am I doing, Han? You want to ask me something?" ask Hasan to investigate.

"Seek what! Without me asking, you also give me koq ... Honestly, San, I can still get to know you" Hana said as she continued to look at Hasan.

Hasan felt very happy to hear the confession from Hana, "thank you Han. I know you too,"

"And also be your husband" Hasan continued in his heart.

There was more to it than just admiration between them. However, they themselves are still confused. I don't know what that feeling is. They can't pronounce it.

Hasan and Hana are swept away by their feelings. Hana for the first time, feels comfortable, and safe to be by Hasan's side. As for Hasan, he is a person who if he likes someone, he will continue to fight for it. But, he is more obedient to the advice of his parents than his own feelings because thanks to his parents, he can be a well-established child and succeed at a young age.

While abroad, Hasan once liked someone, they had even been dating for a month. However, his parents who had the intention to match him at a young age finally made the relationship was forced to run aground when it was flowering.

The flower that began to bloom was forced to turn into a bud again.

Hasan and Hana were at home. Hana, who felt sultry and had taken a bath this afternoon using only water, decided to take another bath with the soap she had just bought.

Hasan took the initiative to help Hana by arranging all vegetables in the refrigerator. Also, he wants to cook food that he used to cook while still living alone.

Hasan took tempeh and ingredients to make vegetable SOP. Hasan started cutting one tempe board of the same size. He lit the stove and heated the oil on the pan. While waiting for the hot oil, he chipped the vegetables and a little meat for the SOP.

Hasan looks very good at cooking. It shows from the way it works. Maybe because he was used to it when he was still abroad, and in his own home when there was no Hana.

Hana who had finished her bath, came out while inhaling the aroma of cooking, she developed a smile as she said, "hemmm, the aroma of her fried brambang makes me laperrrr! Who's cooking? Hasan's time?"

Hannah asked in herself. With quick steps, he rushed towards the kitchen. Just up on the stairs near the dining table, he was stunned to see Hasan wearing an apron turning his back to himself while focusing on finishing his cooking.

Hana felt overwhelmed, this was the first time she had seen a man who could cook. And it happened to her own husband. There were tears welling up in her eyes. Hana hurriedly wiped it roughly so as not to be caught by Hasan.

Hana moved her legs towards Hasan. Down two stairs with a towel on his arm.

"Geez, there is another master chef cooking apparently," said Hana while watching Hasan.

"Hana!" exclaimed Hasan who was shocked to see Hana suddenly was already beside him.

Hasan terjelakt see Hana. He stroked his chest, "surprised to know, Han!"

"Hehehe, sory! I can't be a chipin?" ask Hana.

"By dong,"

Hana then took a spoon and took a little SOP sauce cooked by Hasan.

Hana's eyes rounded feeling the SOP curry on her tongue.

"Enak anyway! You are cooking pinter too apparently. Masya Alloh, a lot of skills that you can, San! There must be a lot of secrets in you, which I don't know yet" Hana said with admiration.

"I know, you're telling me I'm like that because you don't want to cook, right?"

"Ah, suudzon aja you, I help you deh," said Hana as she passed to the back to slap her wet towel, then back to the kitchen to help Hasan.

Hana arranged the dishes on the table, and took the tempe from the oil filtration, put it on the plate.

Hasan moved the SOP vegetable into a serving bowl, and placed it on the dining table.

The two of them then sat face to face and began to enjoy their dinner dishes while occasionally smiling and looking at each other.

A beautiful evening for newlywed couples who are married because of matchmaking. Apparently, the term pleasure dating after marriage, may be felt by both of them.

***

The king knew who he had to meet first to extract more information about Samuel's real problem, before he came to the basecamp.

The king waited for Dimas in the city park. He chose Dimas because he knew Dimas could not lie to him for long.

After a long wait, Dimas finally came on foot from the right.

From afar, Dimas could already sense an unusual air from the King's aura. Dimas set his breath so as not to look nervous.

"Sory Ja, I'm late. You see, I was sleeping" said Dimas then sitting next to the King.

The king did not answer Dimas's words. His eyes were still staring intently forward with both of his arms he piled on his knees.

Dimas gulped at the look on the face of the King who looked serious and held back emotions.

"A-a-what's up Ja? You invite me to meet these malems! Not usually you," asked Dimas while scratching his nape and accompanied by a smile.

The king this time turned his gaze towards Dimas sharply. Dimas was suddenly nervous from being stared at by the King.

"Dim, I want to the point with you. You know, I don't like being lied to! Moreover, you know, I always defend the right. Especially for my own friends. Including you if there is a problem, I will always help" said the King seriously.

Dimas only listened, he did not dare to ask because the King had not finished talking.

"Dim, I don't want to fuck you. But, if you don't want to be honest with me about Samuel's real problem, I'll drop your scholarship from school" the king said steadily.

Dimas was shocked and immediately pleaded with the King, so that his scholarship would not be revoked.

"Ja-don't, Ja! Please, what about my school!" said Dimas weld.

"You'll just pick Dim, to be honest? Or, your scholarship I revoke," the King threatened in a relaxed tone.

Dimas was silent for a moment. He shakes his mind and heart. From the look on Dimas' face, it was clear that he was worried.