Me Vs Flocking Mommy

Chapter 36. Her Favorite Cuisine

"Darling, all right, son?" Ghina greeted her daughter with a hug, her face still filled with worry. Since then, the woman was standing at the door of her house, waiting for the baby to come home.

"I'm fine, Ma. Just need a break" Ella said, taking off her shoes.

"Thank God. Mama was so worried. Now change your uniform. After that we had dinner" Ghina said.

"Now, I bought goat fried rice for the two of you. Albert lifted a plastic bag that gave off a very fragrant smell.

"Lho, how about two? For you?" ask Ella. Ghina looked at Ella quite sharply, when she heard her daughter call Albert just by name.

"I ate Ghina's cooking. Again want home cooking," said Albert while throwing his sweet smile at Ghina.

"What do you want to eat? Here there are only eggs and sardines, you know," Ghina told Albert.

"Yes, an omelet is okay, too" the man said.

"Come, La. Don't fall down again" Ghina asked.

"I-I ate in my room, Ma. I want a quick break." Ella snatched a packet of fried rice from Albert's hand. They made eye contact for a moment. At a glance, Albert could feel the change in the mood of the girl.

"Oh, yaudah gapapa. But eat yes, son. Don't get sick anymore" Ghina said.

"Yes, Ma" Ella replied without looking. He immediately put his foot into the room.

Blam it! Ella leaned behind the door. His heart was not strong to hear Albert wanted to eat his mother's cooking. But that is a natural thing. Everyday, Ghina also cooks at Albert's house and does other homework. But it was different when the man wanted to taste Ghina's cooking in their home.

"Entering into a room is not the best option. But this is much better for my heart's health."

"If they become married, I must be stronger to prepare this heart."

Kriukk... His stomach started to sound. Ella looked at the fried rice that Albert had bought earlier. "Not so appetizing are you eating? I was hungry."

"Ah, this morning I have cooked anchovies and know tempeh. Is Albert going to try my cooking?" ella thought curious. He was sure that the side dish he had cooked this morning was still plenty, as he and Ghina did not have lunch at home.

"Well, is there anchovy sauce? You say there's only eggs and sardines?" Albert was heard speaking to Ghina in the kitchen. Ella sharpened her hearing.

"Oh, no, no. I'm going to take your cooking again. Make an omelet like the plan," Albert asked.

Ella's chest rumbled to hear their conversation in the kitchen. Ella's jealousy doubled, when Albert preferred her mother's cooking.

"Cih, when my cooking is good too, you know," the girl grumbled inwardly.

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"What did the doctor say, Al?Fortunately the driver was good, yes. If there is no danger. Ella can do anything with them" Ghina said as she cooked an omelet.

"So I didn't see the doctor. Just the nurse said, his blood pressure and blood sugar were very low. Probably because they are often late to eat. His endurance is also greatly decreased," explained Albert.

"God! I feel like I'm failing more and more to be a mother. I didn't know she was sick like this" Ghina said.

"Don't always blame yourself. Maybe he has more activities at school. Understandably, his name is also a third grade high school kid." Entertain Albert.

"Well, maybe too. But I also don't know what it's like now? I'm afraid he picked a friend wrong" Ghina said. He placed the still hot omelet on the table. The smell was smelling all over the room.

Albert was pensive for a long time. His face looked sad. "Yes, you're right, choosing the wrong friend can be self-destructive, like I used to be" Albert murmured.

"You were a long time ago? What did you do first?" ask Ghina curiously.

"Yes, it's not much different from Ella right now. But I didn't smoke, anyway. I could smell a cigarette in his clothes. But that doesn't mean he smokes, does it?" Albert lowered his voice so that Ella would not be heard.

"But I'm still worried" Ghina said.

"Ella's a teenager, Ghina. He already has his own world. Slowly I approached and spoke to him. If we directly accuse him, he will rebel" Albert said.

Meanwhile in the room. "Why are they talking whispers, anyway? I didn't hear it" grumbled Ella, who had her ear stuck behind the door. The smell of an omelet makes his stomach increasingly thrashing asking to be filled.

"But I feel, mama is very dependent on Al. Does this mean that Al really is my new papa?" ella was sad. Although his stomach was hungry, his appetite was completely gone. Ella felt very lonely and empty.

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