Husband's Regrets: My Wife's Tears

Episode 57: Delicious Recipes

Today Mba Retno is busy in the kitchen. He was processing the food in his personal refrigerator. His lentic fingers played with dough and cooking tools. I don't know what will be made.

"Assynnya!" Nathan kissed the backs of father's and mother's hands in turn.

"Guilipinam,"

"Looks like Mom and Dad are relaxing?"

"Eh, yes, Nath. We are relaxing talking about you!" gelak Mom's.

"Your mother could have," Dad said.

"What are Mom and Dad talking about?"

"Much, son," Dad cheered, "How's your house selling?"

"Alhamdulillah, the man who had just seen Nathan's house, his wife was very fond of Nathan's house. And the price was also right, they immediately agreed to buy Nathan's house,"

"Alhamdulillah. I'm happy, son!"

"Thank you, Mom. It's also thanks to Mother and Father's prayers,"

"Yes, have you heard from Michie?" ask Mother.

"Not yet, Mom," Nathan replied, "Michie hasn't told you anything yet. Many times Nathan's phone, his phone's off."

"Lho, how is that! Does her family not let you have any more contact?"

"Easy, Mom. If their decision is like that, what can they do! Now all Nathan has to do is get up from the slump. He had to start again from zero. And we as parents have to support him to be eager and persistent to find sustenance,"

"Yes, Dad. Mom understands. But, Michie should have told us. In fact, there is no news at all," Mother.

"Mom, yes. I'm not su'udzon just yet. Nathan is sure, of course, Michie will tell us" Nathan said.

"Then how is your divorce proceeding? Usually, if you've been brought to court, you two have to come for a hearing. Why is there no news at all?" mother Cibir. Nathan seems to think. What Mom said, there's a point, too. He should have been summoned by the court, but there was no news.

"Easy, Mom. I guess we'll wait for the news" Nathan said.

"Huf."

"What a wonder," Mother grumbled.

"That's it, Mom,"

"It's done!" exclaim Mba Retno while carrying trays filled with food.

"Well, what are you doing, Ret? It smells so good, "thank you. Smelled delicious on the food brought by Mba Retno.

"Retno makes Mozarella cheese sticks and goat biryani rice. Cobain me!" Retno placed one plate of cheese stick onto the table.

"This is for Mom first!" one serving of biryani rice with fried meat, He left it to his beloved mother first.

"This is the cheese stick. Waitaminute! Retno got her goat biryani rice for Dad and Nathan!" Retno returned to the kitchen and brought two more dishes for father and Nathan. A mouthwatering serving of Biryani rice with fried goat meat and fried onions as the sprinkles.

"Looks good, Mba. Smells smells!" praise Nathan.

"of course. Come on, please taste!"

"Ehm, that's delicious, Mba,"

"Is there anything less? The roof or something!"

"It's so delicious, Retno. The roof is very well-fitting. I'm sure if it's sold at the cafe it'll sell hard,"

"Yes, Mba. It's really good" Nathan praised again.

"Dong's cheese stick!"

"Well, the cheese stuff is good too, son," said Dad.

"Alhamdulillah, if you like," glad Retno. "Nath, maybe nasi biryani is suitable for the mainstay cafe menu. Customers just choose. There is goat biryani rice, chicken biryani rice, and fried empal biryani rice. How's Nath?"

"Well, great idea, Mba. Nathan agrees,"

"Thank God you agree, Nath. There'll be a snack later, too, Nath. Every day there will be a change of menu, so customers are not bored,"

"That's a good idea, Mba,"

"May all of you be granted success and fluency by God,"

"Amen,"

A beautiful woman was standing near her car. He looked very confused when his car was emitting so much smoke. So panicked, he walked back and forth near the car to blow the smoke.

"Can I help you, Miss?" ask a man to the woman.

"Eh, yes. Please Mas, my car broke down and let out a lot of smoke!" said the woman panicked.

"By, I see!"

"Can, can. Please!" said the beautiful woman.

That man is Byan. Coincidentally his car passed by, and from a distance saw a woman fanning the smoke of the car. Instantly, a smile appeared in her sweet lips.

"It looks like the radiator's leaking, miss,"

"I'll call my subscription workshop guy,"

"Well, how do I go home? It's been a hell of a night," he confounded.

"Yes, already. I'll take you home later,"

"Well, I'll take some of the cooking,"

"No, I don't feel repotinated,"

"Well, thank you very much, ma'am," the beautiful woman replied with a smile, "Yes, the conversation from earlier did not know what her name was. My name is Tasya. His real name, who?"

"Call me Byan,"

"Oh, Tasya just call Mas Byan!"

"As far as you go" said Byan with a faint smile.

"So soon, I'll call the workshop guy!"

"Yes, Mas. Sorry for the trouble!"

"Just relax,"

Half an hour later two people from Byan's subscription workshop came. Byan introduced the men to Tasya. Tasya a little calm, the car problem can be resolved.

"This sir has to be taken to the workshop!"

"Oh, how many days can it be fixed?"

"Maybe tomorrow afternoon can be taken, sir,"

"alright. We'll be there in the afternoon!"

"okay! Our car is towed sir!"

"Oh, Please!"

"Tasya, where's the key?"

"It's a mas" said Tasya handed over his car keys.

"Come, I'll take you home!" take Byan after Tasya's car is brought with a tow truck.

"Gn ... !" Tasya seemed to think.

"Don't worry! I'm not a bad person!"

"All right,"

Tasya got into Byan's car. Byan drove his car at a moderate speed. Looking at the unsettled Tasya, Byan smiled amusedly.

"You don't worry. I'm not a bad guy!" said Byan chuckled at Tasya's tense face.

"Yes, Mas" said Tasya, forcing him to smile, "Yes, Mas. How will my car be?"

"Just calm! They're my subscription people! Tomorrow afternoon, we'll take it,"

"Tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon" said Byan, focusing on driving his car, "Where are we going?"

"To Flamboyant Street 2,"

"Your house?"

"No. It was a contract," Tasya replied smiling.

"Oh,"

"Later turn right, stop right at Number 114,"

"Key,"

Byan's car stopped right at a simple house that read number 114. Blue and white painted house. Simple but very comfortable and clean. Tasya got out of the car.

"Thank you very much, Mum,"

"Together" said Byan, "Oh, may I have your phone number?"

"Can. It's!" Tasya gave his card to Byan.

"Wanna stop by?" tawar Tasya's.

"No need. It's been night too. Maybe next time,"

"Oh, so. All right, I'm saying thank you very much, Mr. Byan,"

"Either. I'll go home first!"

"Bye,"

to be continued ...