Love For Ambariana's

20. Village

4 Years passed

Birds chirp with each other, welcome the morning in a village that is still beautiful. Thick fog increasingly thinning along with the roaring solar. Yellow rays radiate beautifully full of warmth.

A girl poked out from her bedroom window, enjoying the morning atmosphere with a glass of herbal tea. His hands and stomach were leaning against the window frame, his gaze busy on a group of children washing carpets in a rocky river not far from his home.

"I feel like I want to be a kid and play on the river with them. Burning cassava, stealing oranges in the fields." The girl sipped tea up the toilet before finally leaving the window.

"Back to real life, Ambar. Zimangtt!"

Ambar headed to the kitchen sink to wash the glasses, the girl then sat in a chair next to the bar table. Relax while observing the 2-year-old house in the house, a dream house that is certainly not easy to get.

After deciding to set in the village, Ambar initially only lived in a rented house and started his business by selling homemade food to neighbors. Which initially had only a few buyers, until the enemy of his business rivals. Until now Ambar has regular customers who are members of the message group in a well-known application. All Ambar went without complaining. If not so, of course, where can he live because the savings of his parents have been thinned?

Only a few million left, which Ambar then used to buy the latest phone with good camera quality. For what else if not to make a video of his cooking activities. Upload the video on an American video sharing website. The website that has now gone global and made Ambar can earn income by just uploading videos.

All the videos Ambar uploaded never once showed his face. The girl was afraid that someone might notice and try to find her. The content is only about cooking and gardening.

"I am grateful to have survived to this very second" said Ambar.

His gaze swept across the room again, and for a moment the girl smiled. Minimalist house with concrete walls combined with wood, not many ornaments are made. And most importantly, vintage-style kitchen design with brown, black and white furniture. Varnished wooden shelves full of various cooking ingredients and bar tables are more used for kneading or for cooking activities.

Ambar is grateful for his current life, really according to his dreams.

Ambar picks up the phone and checks the incoming notification in his gurp. Some of them asked about the menu of dishes that Ambar will make today. Deftly the girl replied to their message.

"Cooking time!" after putting the phone back. Ambar took the apron and washed both his hands. Today, the girl will make one of the traditional foods from Korea that a few days ago had learned.

First Ambar cooks rice. While waiting, the girl prepared spinach, carrots, eggs and also meat slice.

All ingredients are cooked separately with a slightly different flavor than the original. Ambar certainly will not make the cuisine less taste because it is certainly less liked by consumers.

Stew spinach with seasoning Salt, sesame oil and a little sugar. Omelette with flavoring. Carrots are cooked a little spicy with a mixture of several sauces. As well as meat in the campground with garlic, cumin, celery, honey and some other spices. Then cooked not until overcook.

Rice that has been cooked in cooled then given a little salt and sesame oil. Then neatly arranged on seaweed. The previously cooked ingredients were arranged neatly on top of the rice and then rolled well.

"The veil is full of flavor, they'll love it." Ambar rubs seaweed with sesame oil then sprinkled with sesame. The new gimbab is cut after a few minutes of silence.

Some consumers choose to come directly to Ambar's place and the rest of the girl herself who delivers.

After selling, Ambar usually relaxes while editing the video. Or watch a movie too. While the afternoon is used for gardening and doing other activities outside the home. All of these activities are done in a relaxed manner, and there is no exact schedule. Everything was done according to Ambar's mood.

His relationship with the neighbors is getting better even though Ambar rarely gathers with them. The difference in age and chat topics is what makes Ambar not so comfortable. Almost all of his neighbors have a family and even have children who are the same age as Ambar.

I don't know, the fear at the first time Ambar came to the village is still felt to this day. He who was in the gujing because he was young but did not go to school, lived a kara, considered a bad girl. Those times have passed, but his memory is still there to this day.

"Ambaarrrr!"

The girl woke up from her daydream, and quickly closed the laptop then got off the sofa, went to the porch of the house. "Yes Ida's mother" said Ambar.

Mother Ida, a neighbor beside her house who is a single parent with 2 adult children. The mother looked anxious to make Ambar feel it.

"Please son, please take mom to the hospital," Mother Ida asked, her face was so clear.

"Good."

Without paying attention to his appearance, Ambar immediately pulled out the motor and then locked the house. The girl did it quickly. I don't know, something bad must have happened if it was talking about the hospital, let alone the look on Mother Ida's face looks so convincing. "Who's in the hospital?"

"Si Rangga, he said he wanted to go home. Uh on the road of the accident." Mother Ida sat in the back while holding on to Ambar's shoulders. "Be careful, Ambar" he reminded.

"Oh my God, patiently Ms. Ida. Just pray that nothing bad happens to Rangga." Ambar wishes him the best.

Suddenly, his feelings were sad. Not because Rangga had an accident, Ambar was sad about the fate of Bu Ida who was hit by trials through his son. Ambar could not imagine how Mother Ida lived her days alone. And when his son was about to meet him, the test came in the middle of the road.

"Aamiin, thank you for Ambar" said Ida Bu.

While wearing a helmet, Ambar caught a glimpse of the woman wiping away her tears.

"The hospital that covers the square is Ambar." Madam Ida re-coupled her sentence.

Ambar nodded, and quickly spurred his motorbike away from the village.