Hot Night, Passion With The Psychopath

Cooking With Mamah

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After closing the store, Jasmine and Canva look new until their home. Jasmine who every day did not have time to clean the house every morning, because she had to open the store faster. Now I have a chance to clean up my house.

“Canva dear, your child is hungry not?” Jasmine asked Canva, who looked like she was about to enter her room.

Canva shook his head slowly, “no Mah, Canva had time to learn piano lessons.” Canva replied with a sweet smile.

“Alright, then Mamah want to clean - clean first yes baby, then Mamah will cook for us.” Jasmine.

“Mamah, let Canva help you wash dishes huh Mah.” Canva exclaimed, making Jasmine of course immediately smiled when she heard her son wanted to help her clean the house.

“Thank you yes dear.” Jasmine said, feeling grateful to have a son who never complained about this very simple life situation.

The income from the flower stall he had, could only be enough to live on and pay the two servants in the store. Jasmine could no longer afford to pay the maid in the house just to clean this very simple house.

The house he used to wear with Canva, Jasmine remodeled it, until it became decent and not outdated for now.

Motorcycles that used to be owned by Canva, inevitably Jasmine must sell it first to increase capital to open a flower shop.

But now his life is more than enough, even though he can only send his son to the State Elementary School for free from the government, but other needs such as clothes, bags, books, and so on, shoes and others, it is still the parents who take it off.

But Jasmine never complained about her life. For him, he still has a house, a shop as his search, a motorcycle, that for him is very - very enough. He never envied when he saw his school friends used to have cars and other investments.

If Jasmine wanted to show off, her Gold investment that she kept in the Safety Box in the bank, was far more than the gold - the gold they showed off. Only, Jasmine did not like to use gold, and made her investment savings for her adult son later.

At this time, Jasmine was mopping the floor, and Canva was seen washing dirty dishes from the morning.

“Honey, glasses - glasses do not forget to wash yes.” Jasmine reminded her son, to take the glasses that are on every table and room. Because their habit must be to use a glass and put it in any place.

“Oke Mamah.” Canva said, and immediately turn off the water tap temporarily and then collect the glasses and anything dirty from the outside.

Jasmine, who looked like she had just finished mopping the floor, directly picked up the finished clothes from the washing machine.

Because to save time, Jasmine was deliberately buying a washing machine that could already be dried immediately. And even he has a tool that can iron his own clothes, so the job is much easier.

“Honey want in masakin what today?” Jasmine asked, when she had finished all the work, and had just reached the kitchen.

“Hemm, it's up to Mom, whatever you're cooking, Canva would love to do mah.” Canva replied, again - again making Jasmine feel proud when listening to him.

Jasmine smiled, then nodded her head slowly, then opened the refrigerator, seeing what she had already marinated before leaving earlier.

“It looks like Mamah is going to cook a goldfish? How?” Jasmine asked, while showing a goldfish of a size large enough to his son.

“Mau - want Mah, Canva already miss the same sambal made by mamah.” The answer was so enthusiastic.

“Alright, tonight our food menu is goldfish.” Jasmine exclaimed, then began to prepare fresh vegetables to become friends who can be in chocolate with chili.

Not to forget, while frying Goldfish, Jasmine also cut - motonh tempe, tofu, and eggplant, so it can be the same as those in the famous restaurants.

After Canva washed the dishes, she now helped her Mom by checking the rice that had been cooked in magicom this morning.

“Canva prepare the plate - the plate yes mah.” Said Canva, who was answered with a nod of the head by Jasmine.

When Jasmine had already had her silesia frying the goldfish, Canva was now holding her back. “Mamah make the sauce mah, the same cut - cut cucumber and Kolnya, let Canva fry tempeh and yearya.” Pinta Canva, again wants to help her Mom's work.

“Unfortunately Canva can fry?” Jasmine asked, feeling less confident that her son could do this.

“Can dong Mah, mamah forget what, if Mamah again in the store, at home sometimes Canva fry eggs for Canva himself.” Replied Canva, who again made a smile on Jasmine's face.

“Yes Lord, how fortunate I am to have Canva as a slave son, Joseph who never felt sad when his mother lived, as well as Canva, who was not, who never felt sad when he was left by his father. And even he has always helped to ease my work O Lord, thank you for the gift of Your most beautiful gift that you sent in the midst of the loneliness of the servant.” Inner Jasmine, felt unable to stop being grateful for having Canva Junior.

If there are many people out there, a child who kills his mother, even willing to hurt his mother, in order to get what they want. Unlike Canva, who like understand how his mother, and never want to demand much.

With a smile on her face, Jasmine complied with her son, and let his son fry what was left, whereas he chose to immediately make a sambal.

Around, 30 minutes was finally all done as well. Now Jasmine and Canva are seen sitting at the dinner table, preparing to eat their dinner.

“Goodbye Mamah.” Canva said, then she started enjoying the fried goldfish so greedily.

“Sayang slowly - slowly dong eat it, watch out the durinya Nak.” Sahut Jasmine, worried if his son will return later.

“Iya Mah, safe.” Reply Canva again.

“Mah, this mamah cuisine is delicious, although there are no vegetables, but the sauce is very good mah.” Comments on Jasmine's cooking.

“Iya dear, if Canva likes, Mamah can cook this often - often.” Jasmine said, who felt very proud of herself if she could make her son like her cooking.

“Oh yes Mah, friends Canva, there is a new, when Canva will bring more beefy chicken to sell Mah? Friends - friends Canva on want to buy.” Ask her Mom.

Canva is often sold at school, he often asked his mama to mamasak chicken geprek and others. Not only his friends who buy, but also his teachers. Until often Canva school teachers come home just to buy packages - packages of chicken geprek.

Although sometimes Jasmine has refused him, because it is too tired to work in the store, but Canva's school teacher can tolerate it and even want to follow the schedule of Jasmine, as long as he can get a homemade chicken from Mamah Canva.

Jasmine smiled, then gritted her face, “when huh? Mom still no time baby.” Jasmine replied, answering her son's question.

“But, maybe if only 10 packs first, Mamah can make tomorrow morning.” Changed again.

“Really Mah? The price remains 15 ribukan Mah, Canva 2 thousand, Mamah 13 thousand.” Said Canva, who can already cut and also inquired about for the sale.

“Iya dear, the price remains the same kok.” Reply Jasmine, who was happy to see her son so enthusiastic to sell at school. There was no shame or prestige, but Canva instead made it his money field.

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