Married To Chef Jutek

First Day in Apartment (Pov Arjuna)

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After the park we went straight home. On the way I was silent, only occasionally glancing at him. I'm so happy, I can't believe we got this close. I almost ruined the mood in anger. Melati, the girl just threw a glance out the window. I promise I'll treat him better.

"Thank you, sir," he said after I opened the apartment door, letting him in.

The girl went straight to her room. I still want to be near him. What reason do I have to make him stay near me?

"Darken!" call me suddenly as her steps begin to drift away.

He stopped, turned around and stared, from the look in his eyes he seemed to want to ask.

"I want to drink coffee again. If you're not too tired, may I ask you to help me make that?"

"Good, Sir." He did not go to the room, he went straight to the kitchen.

While he was making coffee, I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and occasionally turned to the left watching him. Between the living room and kitchen are not closed, this apartment is not too broad. One living room where I am currently, to my left the kitchen with the dining table, in front of the living room there is my room, in front of the dining table there is Melati's room and near the kitchen there is a bathroom. because between the living room and the kitchen does not have a partition.

Finished making coffee, Melati put the coffee in front. After that, go back to the room.

"Darken!" I couldn't help my mouth calling him.

"Yes, Sir?" He looked again.

"Are you tired?"

"No, too Sir."

"Hhhh, can we have a chat first?"

"Yes, Sir."

He sat in front, across the table from me. Silent.

Talk what's good. What should I ask.

"Dark."

"Yes, Sir."

"What is your favorite food?"

"I like everything, Sir. What matters is halal."

"What do you like?"

"Like all."

I kept quiet, thinking about whether there might be a human being who liked all the food. Is this woman the all-eater type, huh? He seems omnivorous.

"Sir."

His call broke the reverie. My thoughts about Omnivora were all but gone.

"Yes." Yeah."

"If, Sir. What's her favorite food?"

Does he seriously want to know my favorite food? It feels so happy.

"I like the pudding. I love fruit juice."

"Oh, I can make gelatin. The agar powder is mixed with brown sugar and milk."

"Can you really make a gelatin?"

"Can, Sir."

I smiled, hoping that one day he would make it for me. Incidentally, Gilsa has completed all the needs in the kitchen, including a box of gelatin. Who knows, tomorrow he'll make me.

"Sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can I sleep?"

"Oh, please. Good night, beautiful dream, yes!"

The woman slightly smiled and passed. While I'm still sitting here. Thinking about him in there.

***

Tok ... tok ....

Samar, I heard the sound of the door being knocked. I lazily shuffled from bed. Pick up the blanket and get down from there. I saw the wall clock showing at 05:15 a.m. I walked to the door, then opened it. Melati was still wearing a mukena standing in front.

"Sir, time. Fajr prayer."

"Yes, okay Melati. Thank you." Thank you."

Then he passed back to his room. I want to pray like home. Well, maybe next time I can talk. I cleaned myself, after the morning prayer next to the bed. Finish me out of the room. I see Melati's been preparing hot coffee at the dinner table. He was also rubbing bread with peanut butter.

"Master, please have breakfast first."

"Thank you, Melati."

I sat on the dining table chair. So did she, the woman chose to sit across the table with me.

"What, you okay being home alone when I get out?"

"No problem, Sir. I would do my homework, if I could, I would also like to cook. I know my cooking is not as good as Flower Ma'am. But, I'll try."

'He still calls himself 'I'. It's okay, he'll be disappointed if I protest.'

"Sir, don't you allow me to cook?"

"Oh, it's not like that. Of course, I can. You can see the recipe of each dish on google yes."

"Good, Sir."

Melati took a cup of warm tea in front of her then gulped it down. After that it was quiet again. I'd love to start a conversation, but what should I ask. Should I ask her childhood? It was the same as making him sad, considering he was living with a heartless mother.

"Master. May I come into your room? Ehh, don't get me wrong, sir. I'd just like to prepare your work clothes and shoes. I just want to make sure your clothes are as clean and fragrant as ever."

I gasped, so much his attention was with me.

"Of course, I can" I said.

Walk into the room. After that he came out again, ironing my clothes near the TV and polishing my shoes. Honestly, I was touched. After everything was done, Melati came over to me who was now sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Sir, I've prepared everything."

"Thank you, Melati."

He just looked down and passed. Go into the room again. I stood up, preparing myself to go to work. Today, I try to get home quickly. I limit time. All the events above five in the afternoon I didn't receive. Pity that woman if she has to be alone at home. Before Magrib I have to get home.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to work, Melati."

"Yes, Sir. Be careful on the road."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Getishalight."

With a heavy heart I turned, walked away. Just about to open the main door I decided to turn my body again, looking towards him.

"Dark."

"Yes, Master?"

"Don't forget, lock the door."

"Good, Sir."

Then turn around again. I opened the door, but I was reluctant to leave. Finally facing him again.

"Dark."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Ehh, if you need anything, just send a message."

"Good, Sir."

I turned around again, walked out the door of the apartment.I almost closed the door, but then decided to open the door again, my head looked inside, looking at him.

"Dark."

"Yes, sir?" He's still standing there. He knew I would call him back.

"Ehhhh, yes ... What yes, if, if ... "

"Sir, if you have something to say, just say it in a message. You'll be late."

"Oh, yes. All right, take good care of yourself at home. Later if you want to teach dance lessons phone Gus only. I'll send the number to your phone."

"Good, Sir."

"Yes, I go first, Assalamu'alaikum... "

"Waalaikumsalam, sir."

***

I decided to drive my own car after moving. Gilsa will be picked up by Regi to meet me on set. I will try something new in life. I came early today, the filming atmosphere was still quiet. I can't wait for the afternoon, I want to go home. Just talking to him about something simple.

After a long wait, everyone finally arrived. Including Gilsa, he rushed over, then apologized because I came first from him. I followed the course of the shoot with a calm heart. I feel, my emotions are a little controlled today. If usually I get angry if there are contestants who taste the cuisine is not good, different from today.

I encourage them, so that they keep trying and do not give up easily. My two colleagues looked at me with faint smiles. They whisper sometimes, laugh occasionally. During the break of filming I sat in the same room as Mariska.

"Juna, why are you?" ask Mariska.

Many people match us both, they say we are suitable, equally famous and harmonious chef. We just laughed in response to the matchmaking of the netizens.

"Why?" I asked back.

Take a bottle of mineral water on the table, open it and drink it.

"Is it different today?" He looked at my face carefully.

I snorted, laughing. Shift his eyes and look back at him.

"Why?"

"Usually, a person who suddenly changes must have something wrong with his heart."

I still laugh while shaking my head.

"His marriage is old, how is it that he's new now?"

I didn't respond to it, I just reviewed a smile in response. Others flirt while hanging out with us. I'm like a newlywed who deserves to be seduced. Yes, I am in flowers. Unfortunately, this flower only grows in my heart. I don't know on that woman's day.

***

I walked quickly to the elevator, I arrived at the apartment at 18:10. Just head straight for the 20th floor. As soon as the elevator opened I went straight into the terrace of the apartment where Melati and I lived. I pressed the bell a few times. Why is it so long, is he sleeping?

Because I sat on the porch of this apartment for a long time, waiting for him to open the door. I see on the shoe rack, there's Jasmine's shoe in there, which means it's inside. After ten minutes the door opened. Melati opens the door still wearing a mukena. I stood about to enter, but Melati immediately crouched down, took off my shoes, and placed them on the shelf.

"Please come in, sir."

"Thank you."

Then I walked behind his body. I went straight to my room, cleaned myself up and performed the Magrib prayer. After Isya I went straight out of the room, Melati was already sitting on the dining table chair.

"Master, please eat."

This is the first time I'm going to eat his food. Even though he had eaten his cake. But, for the side dishes, just this time.

I sat across the table with him. Quickly he brought me food. Then, sit still after.

"Dear, eat... "

"I'm waiting for your plate."

"From now on there are no more rules. Eat, we eat together."

He's still quiet.

"Darken?"

"Master, I've gotten used to eating from the same plate as you, therefore let me wait."

I who was about to put rice in my mouth undo the intention. I moved, and the parcel approached him. I pulled the chair closer towards him. Then sit next to him. Even our seats were almost stuck. I placed the plate in front of the two of us and took another spoon for him.

"Now let's eat!"

Jasmine was silent, staring at my face after goal.

"Sir."

"You want to eat on the same plate as me, while I want to eat together with you. So this is the only way. Eat on the same plate at the same time."

"But, Sir."

"Let's eat!"