Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Favorite Food

Two days after that, Anindi closed the store because she had to take care of her mother who suddenly had a fever. Usually Ms. Lia does not have her own problems if the fever. This time, however, he wanted to be accompanied. Not much calculation, Anindi also immediately did what the mother wanted.

At about ten in the morning, after Anindi peeled apples for her mother. They were sitting on the porch together. Ms. Lia's body temperature has dropped, not the same as last night. Therefore, Bu Lia wanted to enjoy a relaxing time in front of the house. Anindi brought a cup of warm sweet tea, as her mother wished. Sitting on one of the rattan chairs that has long accompanied this house, since Anindi was a child.

"Son, your husband did not come from yesterday. Is he mad that you're here? Mom, so it's not good," asked Ms. Lia.

Anindi was stunned, then said, "Maybe it's busy, Mom. Why why?"

Ms. Lia was silent for a moment as if she was thinking about something. "No, Son. You should have met your husband this afternoon. Bring him food too, you guys should be able to keep the relationship going."

Anindi gulps. It's hard to say if you've discussed this. "Mas Rendra usually eats out, ma'am."

Ms. Lia turned to the right side. Shaking head. "Don't eat out often, son."

Anindi's two eyes were perfectly rounded. "Well, why?" A breeze hit the hijab Anindi is sweet black. Very suitable and fitting with the color of the clothes he is wearing, light blue.

Ms. Lia stroked Anindi's back softly. "Son, your husband will be happy if his wife can cook his favorite food. Just remember, what's your husband's favorite dish?"

Anindi obviously doesn't know. She stayed two minutes, guessing the favorite of the man her husband considered by his mother.

"You don't know?" Miss Lia asked again. Maybe because Anindi kept quiet. "As a wife, we should know what a husband likes. Whether it's cooking or clothes."

"Euh ...." Anindi's brain thought hard, looking for something that could be used as an answer. Among the menu in the brain, Anindi finally decided on a name. "Cash, Mom." I don't know what the reason the woman said one of the menus that most people are interested in. However, usually anyone will really like the menu.

Ms. Lia seemed to lack confidence. However, Anindi said again, "Mas Rendra likes to eat rendang, let alone rendang made by Mother." Waiting for the change in her mother's face.

"Then, we just make rendang now. Coincidentally there is coconut milk in the refrigerator, you just buy the meat to the market for a while," said Bu Lia happily. His son-in-law will be very happy when he gets the lunch.

Anindi barely spoke anymore. Making rendang with such a short time was impossible. Moreover, the lunch hour was only two hours away, it was already imagined how tired it was. "Not now, Mom. Tomorrow only. Didn't you just get a fever?"

Bu Lia was stunned again, while Anindi took a cup of cold sweet tea. The weather is very trembangana, more suitable to enjoy cold drinks.

"If it's like that, just deliver another meal." Miss Lia did not lose her mind.

Anindi chokes.

"Don't rush if you're drinking." Miss Lia stroked Anindi's back again.

"Sorry, Mom." The pain in the throat is quite disturbing. Anindi confusedly answered moreover.

"Heat the squid sauce in the refrigerator, then make an omlet and deliver it to your husband's office. Do not let your husband eat outside continuously. Not bad, but how good would your husband be to eat his wife's cooking." Bu Lia's soft hands continued to stroke Anindi's back.

"Don't forget to prepare the drink. Bring your husband vitamins to protect his body. The weather is not okay" Ms Lia said.

Anindi. Better do whatever the mother wants for now. Anindi was silent for a moment, turned to the side and found a face full of happiness that emanated from the look of her mother's face. Not to ruin it. "Mom, Anindi's sorry, yeah." The words just came out of Anindi's mouth. One day, she will be able to reveal the truth to her mother.

Bu Lia's forehead creased tightly. Lack of understanding of Anindi's words. "I'm sorry for what, son?"

Anindi kept another glass on the table, standing up. Then, embrace his mother. "Anindi is very sorry for mom. If one day Anindi makes a big mistake, do you still want to forgive?"

Ms. Lia flinched. It is not usual for the child to say so. Embrace behind Anindi. "Son, every mother in the world would forgive her child's mistakes. As big as anything, so you don't have to worry."

Anindi hugged tightly. Wanted to cry, but was arrested. I don't know how long I have to act like this, I can't stand it.

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Meanwhile, Rendra is busy continuing the story in her apartment room. The man lived alone in the apartment and occasionally came home to visit his parents. Actually lazy, but the brother is always forcing and reminding.

"I'm stressed!" Rendra grabbed hair. Horror script that tells a village that has many adherents of the black faith was also managed to make Rendra crazy. In addition to doing research to several villages with the background, he also did many interviews with people involved in mystical things. Obviously, Rendra could be said to be crazy.

"I should have thrown the steering wheel into the romantic genre, but Big Brother must be raging if this is not finished. Deadline's one more month!" Rendra massaged the right temple, it hurts so much.

After a long time in an apartment room that is quite luxurious. Finally, Rendra decided to just go out. Maybe find something that can disturb his sense of boredom.

Rendra glanced at the watch on the right hand, lunch hour is coming soon. Exactly, that means he can while looking for a menu of foods that can arouse the appetite also improve the mood of writing.

Rendra exited the apartment on the tenth floor, got off using the elevator as usual with clothes that were no less cornering himself as a thug. Just imagine, Rendra wearing a black jacket whose back is pictured with a skull, as well as jeans whose knees are torn. Do not forget the black tee shirt with the same image as the jacket. Fortunately, it was helped by the handsome face of the man, which made the reason for the girl getting crazy, he said.

Rendra arrived at the bottom floor, met the figure of the girl who filled the apartment next door on the tenth floor.One floor there are only two apartment rooms with very complete facilities.

"Hi, Handsome." The girl wearing the red top tang suit as well as the above knee shorts greeted Rendra. The smell of cigarettes stings. "Have not met for a long time. Just getting better looking."

Rendra was indifferent, coming out elegantly. The girl instead of entering, followed Rendra from behind. "Handsome, you dare ignore me?" I was upset to see Rendra's attitude.

Rendra silence. Just walk leisurely without being disturbed, while the girl continues to follow until finally now standing beside Rendra. Without asking first, the girl grabbed onto Renda's right arm and said, "Handsome, you should have come with me to the club last night."

Suddenly Rendra stopped, which of course the girl also stopped. Rendra threw out the girl's hand, annoyed. "I told you, don't touch!" Start out feeling annoyed, can-can disturb the comfort just like that. "Take someone else, I don't like going to places like that!" Rendra walked again.

"Don't like it?" The sweet girl laughed loudly, successfully stopping Rendra's steps. "If you've tasted it, just said no like it. Wow, that's great." Clapping hands full of excitement.