Love the Perfect Master

Spaghetti

"Yummii .. looks good" Medina said while watching a mukbang on one of the television stations. Then he again bit the biscuit that had been chewed while watching television.

"Darling, Mama, who wants spaghetti? That's what I saw on that television." Medina rubbed her stomach which was still not protruding.

"But ... If this hour want to find where? Besides, surely Oma wouldn't let us out? Oma doesn't want us to sleep late at night" Medina said, holding her saliva back.

"Don't be naughty, my dear? Tomorrow we're looking for the exact same spaghetti huh? Patience, son, wait until tomorrow" said Medina again comforted herself.

Ray who had just come out of the bathroom listened to the woman's words carefully and smiled widely. He was also anxious to see Medina's craving expression.

"Uhhh .. It's so sweet the way Medina talks to her baby." Ray's mind was anxious.

"Em, it's Mas Ray who's going to cook," Ray's words that just slide away his delusion of eating spaghetti.

"Huh?" Medina's forehead shriveled not understanding. Ray just kept quiet and didn't answer.

Ray passed from the room and went down to the kitchen. The astonished Medina tailed behind Ray like a chick following its mother.

Arriving in the kitchen he immediately took an apron and put it on his body. He immediately took a pot to boil the pasta. He filled the pot with water and then heated it on the stove. While waiting for the hot water, Ray deftly sliced red onions, garlic, peppers and other ingredients. After the water boils he puts in the paste and waits until it ripens.

Medina who saw the pent-up talent of men who from the beginning already had everything, until dumbfounded.

"What the hell can you not do? Oh God .. This is so unfair, this man has everything," inner Medina envied.

Medina did not expect the gentle, handsome man and an established businessman was also good at cooking. Medina clapped a little at Ray's skill. Ray who received indirect praise from Medina just smiled proudly still focused on his work.

Medina refocused on seeing Ray's work on making pasta sauce. Smelled the fragrant smell of the sauteed spices make his saliva melt. Medina was like a child waiting for her mother to cook and she couldn't wait to eat. His eyes sparkled to see the food that he had been craving.

Ray, who saw the woman's calmness, made no sound at all. Making her occasionally turn to Medina who was amazed to see the spaghetti that was not ready like a kitten asking for food.

"Well try, aa ...." Ray offered a spoon to Medina to feel.

Medina opened her mouth and greeted the spoon.

"How's it?" asked Ray enthusiastically.

Medina suddenly showed a strange expression, her forehead wrinkling. Ray becomes disappointed because Medina does not seem to like her cooking.

"Not good, huh? Yes, tomorrow you will buy it," said Ray ready to lift the pot filled with sauce and want to throw it away.

"Eh no," prevent Medina from grinning while brandishing her two thumbs.

"Nake?" ray asked who responded to the nod by Medina.

"Basic, intentionally pranking me huh? I'm almost disappointed, if you don't like it," Ray ruffled Medina's hair with a pity. Medina again grinned the horse.

"Where to wait in the room I'll call when it's ready" said Ray.

"And it's almost ready, so Me here," declined Medina did not budge.

"Yes yes ...."Medina returned to her room.

"Don't come down until Mas picks him up," said Ray slightly shouting so that Medina who had gone up the stairs could hear him.

Ray immediately finished his cooking and arranged two portions of spaghetti at the dinner table. He also made two glasses of iceless dragon fruit juice for the two of them. He took care of Medina and her baby so he avoided Medina eating ice at night.

After all was ready, Ray smiled with satisfaction at his work. Not to forget he lit a candle on the table adding a romantic impression. He took off the apron he had been wearing earlier. He stepped up to the upper room and called Medina.

"Close your eyes first!" ray orders Medina when she comes out of the room.

"Make what? I already know what you're cooking," replied Medina.

"Well, I don't know how it looks, do I? let surprise. It's here!" Ray pulled Medina and wrapped his right hand around her waist. One more hand tried to close Medina's eyes.

"What the hell mas, later if Me falls how? On the stairs is it dangerous?" said the medina nagging as her hands clung to the handle of the stairs. In her heart, Medina was so happy to be treated so sweetly.

"There's Mas, I guarantee you won't fall." Finally Medina who felt unable to refute the words of the stubborn man just complied.

"Tadaaa ..," said Ray, opening his hand that closed Medina's eyes.

"Wow ...." Medina marveled.

"Hows it? Me likey?" ask Ray.

"It's very like Mas. Thanks." Medina stared at Ray's cooking with sparkling eyes.

"Please sit Princess," said Ray pulling a chair for Medina to sit on. Medina who was treated like that was back in touch.

Ray also ended up sitting next to Medina. They prayed for a while before eating. But Ray had not had time to feed spaghetti into his mouth, his phone rang strongly.

"Em, I'm sorry I picked up the phone for a second, huh Me?" Ray moved away from Medina to pick up the phone. Medina looked at Ray's back in disappointment. He guessed who called the man at night.

"Mas, where are you? I'm looking at Oma's house isn't there either?" ask the woman across the phone full of emotion .

"Sorry Aurel, because our marriage is backtracked. Mas decided to finish Mas's work first in Jakarta." Ray explained.

"Mas Ray really does not care about me, I have said no need to go back to Jakarta. Uh, you're still ngeyel as well" Aurel said furiously.

"It's back tomorrow too, baby. Patience huh?" entertain Ray.

"I guess Mas will kabulin my request to get married soon. In fact, you just say the words of oma without trying to persuade oma. Already Mas Aurel is tired," said the woman turned off the phone.

"Because you're the one who won't marry me soon. Don't blame me if I have to use Mas's cunning way" Aurel said, sipping a cigarette between his fingers. He exhaled violently before entering again into a nightclub.

"Hhhhh ...." Ray breathed a rough sigh.

Ray recalled the Medina he had left at the dinner table. He immediately returned to the dining table. But the person he was looking for was no longer there, the spaghetti on the dining table was still untouched. Ray growled in frustration at the two women now in his heart. In response to Aurel's call, Medina was angry and did not touch the spaghetti she was cooking. The woman was very excited to eat. Ray cursed himself who made the woman not to eat the food he craved.