Hot Couple: Inara's Love Story

Simple Yet Beautiful

Our first destination was the muddy area, the stalls of fresh fish sellers. After that, we went to the chicken shop, then we went around to the vegetable shop. My smile was engraved when I saw a strand of pete on the lap of one of the merchants.

"Why? Want to buy pete?" mother asked.

"Mas Reza likes pete" I said. "Doyan instead."

"Then you cook for him, dong, honey."

"Ah, Mother. Mother knows Nara can't cook."

"Learn dong.kan soon you become a wife."

I grin. "Mas Reza has a restaurant. You can eat there every day."

"Eh, honey, even so, he must have occasionally eaten his wife's cooking."

Hye! I giggle. "Basic, Mommy. Start, deh, out the soul of the novelist."

"Mother seriously, dear. After all, what try can you give as an expression of affection? He's a rich man, he doesn't need anything, including expensive items though," he said, his mouth still chattering despite his busy hands choosing tofu, tempeh, and various vegetables.

I thought of my mother's words that I thought were true. Although it's not really necessary, I believe Reza loves me without me having to do anything. But. yeah, there's no harm in repaying the affection he gave me by giving something as simple as food. But I can't cook.

"What if it's not good, Bund? What if Mas Reza doesn't like it? Nara would be embarrassed."

"As you wrote in the novel, dong. The male lead will still eat whatever the woman cooks."

"Yes greetings... The Mother... Mommy. It's the real world, Bund. Not a fictional world. Drought, this is what it is."

The mother who had a stall joined the messem-mesem overheard our conversation. "Pete ndak need to be cooked rapopo atuh, Neng. Lalapan ae wis. Sing essential ono rice anget karo sambel. Steady tenan iku," he said to join nimbrung in Javanese. Either true or not, it's roughly like that sentence I can catch. I am not Javanese, please be advised that I heard wrong and wrote wrong. Hidhi.

The mother's comments made me think again, Reza would like sambal pecel catfish limb, sambal made by my mother even more delicious. "Mother who made the sambel, huh?" I whispered while crying.

"Mother... Nduks. Iku retine is not your ripe man," he said, hitting my head with a bundle of kale. Forgive my mother, she even followed using Javanese.

I shake my head. "Why do you speak Javanese, huh?"

"Yo iso, wong I've been boarding with my conco, de'e wong Jowo. Wis. Piye iki's? Want to buy pete ora?"

I was confused, and finally shook my head. "Emm. next time. Mas Reza's men are already in Bogor there."

"Masa? Last night Mommy asked him he said tonight or Tuesday tomorrow just returned to Bogor."

Huh huh?

"Seriously? Then is Mas Reza still here? Why didn't he tell Nara?"

My mother just shrugged, then paid for the groceries, and gave me a big bag of vegetables. Weleh-weleh. Nothing, for Mother's sake, I murmured as I grimaced. We moved to another yard to buy chicken eggs. While my mother was busy picking out the eggs one by one, I pulled out my phone and called Reza.

"Where are you, Mum? You're still here, huh? How come you didn't tell me?"

Reza. "You are, yes, it doesn't take a break anymore."

"Jawab it, Mas...."

"Yes, yes, I intentionally."

"Reason?"

"Simple, if you knew I was still here, you'd have asked me to see you."

"If so, why? You don't want to see me? Bored, huh?"

"It's not. I just don't want to leave you with a wave of my hand. Afraid you'll cry."

"Next night or tomorrow, before dawn. Let's speed up."

Hm....

"Don't do it, Mum. Later-"

"Quiet, Honey. I must be careful. I don't want to die curious either."

"Ah, monkey! Uh, sorry, sorry." Ouch, Biyung. I was flabbergasted again.

"That mouth, yes. I'll bite later, keep slipping. Keep dong talking."

I grin. His name is also sloppy, not accidentally.

"Where are you? How many?"

"I'm at the market."

"Lo?"

"Quiet, Mas. I'm going with Mommy, really."

"Oh, thank goodness you're not alone."

"Yes. It was a long time ago, yes, my mother. I just want to ask that."

"OKAY. Let me know when you get home."

I also agreed and immediately hung up the phone. Then, I told my mother why Reza didn't tell me that she hadn't returned to Bogor.

"You can send food by ojek."

A good suggestion. I was bearded because I agreed with the proposal. I immediately asked my mother to buy pete and spices needed to make sambal.

"Alhamdulillah, yes, finally, your child will also learn to cook."

Ah, Mother. Nothing has embarrassed me.

When we got home, we stayed in the kitchen. My mother dictated the doses and stages of how to cook everything I wanted to cook, as well as helping me prepare everything. He said, while I was standing in front of the stove and I was putting this in - it meant I was cooking. Of course, my mom went to the tasting and said okay that everything was okay. And. warm rice, grilled chicken that I had previously tucked first, tofu and tempe fried, sambal, lalapan cucumber, cabbage, lettuce, and pete, all are ready. I'm sure Reza would have liked it. It doesn't feel weird in the least. "Yes, I can cook. You're great Inara," I murmured in praise of myself.

"Would you take yourself there?" my mom asked me when she saw me grabbing the keys from the fridge.

I nodded while grinning. "It's food, Bund. If there's a prank-chip, or put something, it's dangerous."

"Idihih... Just tell me you want to see Reza."

No, kok. Not wrong anymore. Haha!

"Mother knows best." I peeked her cheek and I said goodbye.

Yep, I drove the bike quite fast because the day was almost twelve noon, because I knew the habit of Reza who had lunch was always on time, just after the completion of the Zuhr prayer which he also fulfilled on time.

Luckily, he was just out of the musala when I arrived at the restaurant. At first I wanted to see him, but I changed my mind. If Reza doesn't want to part with me with a wave of his hand, I'd better respect that choice. So, I decided to leave my food to one of his employees. He seemed to smile and his eyes sparkled as he received the food I had left. Although he did not ask who it was from, but his expression implied that he knew it was food from me. I turned around and smiled triumphantly.

This is something that others think is strange. Obviously Reza was a restaurant owner and was in the restaurant, but instead brought food from home. But. For the sake of seeing that sweet smile on her face, I can be indifferent to all things. Stupid timing. And from that smile, I knew that she was happy to have cheered the food, even though I didn't know she would like it or not after tasting it.

A few minutes after that, he sent me a whatsapp message.

》 This is meant by simple, yet beautiful you love me. Thank you, dear.

Ah. pleased.