Love at Dusk

Chapter 17: Favorite Food

After putting all the photos where they want, both of them re-clean the used bags and cardboard into the warehouse. Reyhan decides to give himself first before helping Aisyah cook, and Aisyah prepares a plain t-shirt for Reyhan.

After Reyhan, Aisyah took turns cleaning herself, breaking her beautiful hair because there was only Reyhan in this house. I don't think the time has shown five o'clock in the afternoon. "Oh yes Aisyah, from tomorrow there is Bi Nur here, from nine to five in the afternoon."

"Sorry Mas, but we're both new, I can clean up and-" Reyhan stopped Aisyah's words quickly and said softly.

"Make your temenin at home, I'm afraid you're learning to cook, Bi Nur the person who is the cook pinter, you can learn a lot from Bi Nur." After a small debate Aisyah finally relented and nodded. They entered into a large kitchen with all the facilities complete according to Aisyah.

"It's complete as well Mas" Aisyah commented slowly as she opened the refrigerator, some fresh meat available with vegetables and canned food.

"Tomorrow, Aisyah can go to the office for lunch for Mas?"

Reyhan nodded happily. "By Aisyah, can you get a car?" Ask Reyhan.

"Alhamdulillah can be Mas."

"What are we cooking now? What did I help you with?" Reyhan asked who was now taking a peek at the contents of the refrigerator.

"Will fish burn?" With Reyhan's spirit. Aisyah took out two medium-sized fish, washed them and placed them on top of the container. His eyes stared at the set of kitchen utensils that were put into a special container.

"Well, there's a tool" cried Aisyah. "Pake this tool to peel the scales, Aisyah make the spice first."

"Please hold this, keep the tool pulled back like a gini." Aisyah gave an example in such detail, making Reyhan immediately understand and try it.

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The next day, Aisyah met with Mbak Nur whom Reyhan talked about yesterday. The man was so friendly and nice to talk to. From the results of the conversation can be known if Mbak Nur has a daughter who is still in school, her husband died two years ago. Aisyah also just found out if Mbak Nur has long worked as ART at Reyhan's house, only since her husband died she chose to focus on looking after her son first. "Said Mas Reyhan, Ma'am Pinter cook yes?" Ask Aisyah politely. He was more comfortable calling Mommy compared to aunty.

"Yes Madam, if the Madam wants to learn to cook so that the teaching Mother makes Mr. Reyhan's favorite dishes," he replied cheerfully, completely relaxed.

"Call Aja Aisyah Mbak. I'm still young," chuckled Aisyah slowly. It looks Mbak Nur waving his hands quickly with a balanced laugh.

"Yes, the mother must call the name anyway, it is not polite. Want to call Mom?"

"Mother Mom anyway? Aisyah aja Mbak, it's okay," Aisyah refused with a crisp laugh at the end of her speech.

"It's okay, Mom. Kan soon have children, consider it a practice to get used to," Mbak Nur persuaded, finally Aisyah nodded her head because she did not want to extend the debate.

Aisyah also began to invite Mbak Nur around the house, although Aisyah herself only knew every layout of this two-story house. "Oh yes Ma'am, later in the afternoon Aisyah will bring lunch for Mas Rey, in addition to fish Mas Rey likes what other dishes?"

"Master from small likes tongseng, fish, same rendang. It's guaranteed that you're madamakin' it's ma'am." Aisyah took a slow look, starting to think about what dishes would be suitable for this afternoon.