Married To Chef Jutek

Heart-shaped pudding (Pov Jasmine)

"Beautiful, what's your name?" I asked a hairy-eyed kid this afternoon.

"I, Revi Aunt."

I smiled, this kid just entered a dance class today. He was about 5 years old, very quiet and shy.

"Pake the shawl, yeah. Here Aunty help with the cloth and the shawl." He smiled, then approached.

I wrapped the cloth around her tiny body, then tied the scarf around her waist. Then I asked him to line up with the other kids. I started teaching the Jaipong dance moves that I knew all along. There is also a guidebook from George to train them.

From that moment on, I was familiar with him. He was always on the driver's way home and went dancing lessons. We talked a lot, he often told me about his mother, but never told me about his papa. He's a carefree and agile kid, his brain is smart, he's quick to catch the lessons I teach.

"Tante, I'll go home first, yeah!" it was that afternoon. It doesn't feel like he's been tutoring here for a week. I'm closer to him than any other kid. He was active and asked often.

"Yes, be careful on the road" I said. He nodded and ran to the car that picked him up. While I was watching him from a distance until the car disappeared. Afterwards home.

Now I arrive home every day at 16:00 p.m. While the Master always comes home before sometimes after Magrib. So remember the first night we were in the apartment, he forced us to eat a plate together.

"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!"

Somewhat nervously I lifted the spoon in front then took pains to swallow food in my mouth. It was uncomfortable to eat close to him. He seemed to enjoy eating my cooking. Not protesting one bit.

"Sir, what about the cooking, me?"

"Don't kid!" he said with his mouth full of food.

"And I felt that the chicken I cooked was too spicy because I was mostly giving pepper."

After eating, he drank ten glasses of water after ten times to the bathroom. Poor thing.

Now I reduce the inner talk in front of him. For some reason he was like a shaman who possessed Black magic, he felt like I was grounded. I laughed while shaking my head.

"Sir. We stopped by the cake shop, yeah!"

"Okay, Madam," said Mr. Gus.

Cars pull over on the edge of the cake shop, in addition to selling all the ingredients of the cake, this store also sells a variety of cake molds and pudding. I got out of the car and got in there. Lots of pudding prints neatly arranged on a brown wooden shelf. I picked out a heart-shaped pudding print, then bought gelatin for the moustache today. After the transaction, I got back in the car and went straight home. I got home and made it. May the pudding harden and you be happy.

***

After dinner, Melati opened the fridge and pulled out something. And put it in front of Arjuna. Arjuna's eyes were stunned to see what Melati had just put on the table. The heart-shaped red pudding in the dish was in front of him.

"This?" ask Arjuna sanctioned with his own mind. He was afraid of guessing wrongly.

"Back from my dancing teaching I stopped by the store, bought a print of pudding and some gelatin in the mini market. I made it right away, sir. Thank God it has hardened."

"Thus ... Is this you who made it?"

"Yes, Sir." Jasmine reached out to the table to pick up a small spoon and fork to cut the pudding.

Seeing Melati pointing the spoon and fork at Arjuna's pudding plate immediately wrapped her hand there, it was as if she wanted to protect the pudding from the attacks of criminals.

"Sir, what's wrong? We'll eat it as dessert."

"Don't, Jasmine. I'll eat it in the room. Don't you fuck this pudding." Arjuna immediately stood up and brought the pudding into his room.

Arriving at the room he put the pudding on the nightstand, then looked at the pudding with a smile as crisp as possible. Occasionally at the touch of the surface of the pudding that made him sway a little and again the man laughed.

Soon he took his gawai.

"Gilsa, I want a fridge tonight. Don't make it tomorrow!"

"But sir, it's night."

"It's an emergency, it's important. In my room I need a refrigerator."

"Good, Sir."

The phone call closed, and he put the phone back on his bed. Once again in the face of the pudding with a flowering feeling.

'Nobody touches this pudding. Jasmine made it for me with her own hands.'

While jasmine was surprised to see the behavior of her husband. He approached the door of Arjuna's room and knocked.

"No jasmine, I'll eat it carefully!"

Melati felt strange, trying to find a crack and peek, but could not. Finally the woman chose to sit on the sofa and turn on the TV. Not long after, the bell rang. Arjuna quickly opened the door and headed for the main door to open the door.

Seen some people raised a large box that plastered the picture of the refrigerator there. Arjuna directed the men towards his room.

Seeing that Melati stood up and approached Arjuna. He could not believe that Arjuna had bought a refrigerator to put in his room.

"Sir, our task is done we'll excuse us first." said four people who brought the refrigerator. Then they passed. Arjuna closed the door and smilingly looked at Melati who was already standing in front of the door of his room.

"Sir, you bought a new refrigerator?"

"Yes, sometimes at night I feel thirsty. It's tired to go to the kitchen."

Jasmine mangosteen. He walked into Arjuna's room, about to take a plate from Arjuna eating his pudding.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking the dirty dishes the former master ate the pudding just now!" Hearing that Arjuna's eyes blinked, he immediately ran into the room, and pushed jasmine's body from behind to get out of his room.

"Why, Master?"

"I can do it myself, later. Go to sleep there! Don't come in here for a while." he ordered with a little laugh face. His hands were stretched out between the door frames so that jasmine would not enter his room.

The girl's forehead was wrinkled, confused. But finally, he walked away, back to his room.

***

Early in the morning after the dawn prayer I and Mr. Arjuna decided to run early in the morning to the park near our apartment. The atmosphere of the park was quite crowded this morning. I wore a black training and a red jacket, not forgetting the maroon-colored hijab wrapped around my head. While Mr. Arjuna wears a white sleeveless T-shirt and training parachute in blue.

We ran around the park. Morning dew feels cool and fresh inhaled into the nasal cavity. One week of living together with this stone-hearted man was not as difficult as I imagined. He is more gentle and polite to me now. Never force the will as it used to be and quite humorous.

"Huf! Tired, Master!" I said I felt like I was avoiding sweat with a towel around my neck. So did Mr. Arjuna.

"Hows it? We home?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, sir. You'll be late to work."

"Yes, let's go home. Want a race with me?"

"I'm not going to win, you're my man's woman, of course the opponent's unbalanced." I thawed, he laughed with anxiety. Pinched my nose until it was red.

"It's just a relaxing walk."

"Good, Sir."

We finally walked home. After fifteen minutes we arrived. You opened the apartment door and let me in. He threw his sweat-filled towel over my face with a laugh.

I replied by throwing my towel over his face. We finally threw each other. The master ran while I was chasing, the towel did not escape from the hands of the two of us, throwing each other.

"Well! Sir, you'll be late later if it continues like this. Give me back my towel, and it's yours! huh!" I said with a breath.

"Here you take!" he said he lifted my towel up.

I walked over to him, trying to grab the towel he had in his hand.

"That's too far, sir. I'm not up." I was tired, sitting on the couch. He walked closer, then sat down beside me. Put a towel in front of me. I was just about to pick it up, he lifted it back up.

"Master, stop messing around. I'm gonna take a shower. Give me that towel, it's too far for me to take."

"Too, far?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What if it's like this?" He brought his face closer. Now there are two kilan from my face. I'm down. "It's still too far?" tanyakanya. I just shut up. "If this is how?" ask him closer. His face is half a mile from mine. I gulped, nervous. "less close? How about now?" Now he is very close, even our faces are not far away.

I deg-degan. It felt like I could not control my heartbeat that was getting stronger.

"I love seeing you from this close. Do you mind?" whispers in the ears. His breath swept through the ears. Then his face returned to its original position, right in front of me. He put the tip of his nose on the end of my nose. Then smile with closed eyes.

"Hey, I'll take a shower and leave. Take good care of the house!" he said he pulled his face away from me and threw a towel over this face. He heard her laughing and walked away.

And I was grateful when he threw the towel right over and covered my whole face. At least he didn't see the red of my cheek because of it.