METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Salty Coffee Even though It Will Feel Sweet

Throughout the night, the two men let their heartbeats blend in with a burning desire. They continue to unite all the meanings of longing, until the softness of the moonlight that chooses to faithfully accompany the night.

Slowly, the succumbs of the two burned on top of the contest. Even deliberately they allow the stars to look at them with jealousy, at the surge of love both of them who penetrate the horizon, to light up beautifully in space.

Cup...

A warm kiss ended Ryan's activities towards his wife. Now both of them are asleep because of the fatigue that whack.

Whafs-tok...

Not to mention all the tiredness in their bodies, their eyes were forced to blink due to regular knocking from the direction of the door until they forced themselves to wake up immediately.

Ryan walked up and put on his clothes.

"Bik tum?" ryan said, looking at Bik Tum's face as soon as the door opened.

"Sorry, Den. Bik Tum had to wake Den Ryan up in the middle of the night like this," Bik Tum said half-scared.

"What's the Bik?" ryan asked as he rubbed his eyes which still held back the drowsiness.

"Look Den, Bik Tum wants permission to go home for a few days because Bik Tum's mother is sick. Bik Tum has to go home now because he is in critical condition," explained Bik Tum as he rubbed his tears that were not held back.

"Alright Bik, ask Mr. Mamat anterin Bibik yes," said Ryan attention.

"No need, Den. Bik Tum has been picked up by Bibik's son. He's already waiting in front," declined Bik Tum smooth.

"Then wait for me a minute!" pinta Ryan later.

After Bik Tum nodded, Ryan closed the room door for a while then came out again handing over an envelope.

"Wear it for the needs of a sick Bik Tum mother. If it takes anything my telphon," said Ryan warmly.

"Thank you, Den," Bik Tum thanked him and then passed from before his Young Master.

Ryan looked at Bik Tum until he came down the stairs and finally lost his sight. Since long ago, Ryan always did not want if Bik Tum had permission to go home. Aside from being very fond of Bik Tum like his own family, Bik Tum is also the only person who knows Ryan's needs after his mother.

"Who, Mas?" rani asked as she wrapped the blanket over her chest to cover her innocent body.

"Bik Tum, honey. He was allowed to go home for a few days because his mother was sick" Ryan replied as he closed the door and approached Rani who was now walking towards the bathroom.

"Where's Ryan going? Rani wants to take a shower and continue to pray at night," exclaimed Rani seeing her husband continue to walk towards her.

"Then we take a bath together then pray the night together as well" replied Ryan mantab.

***

That morning Rani was busy in the kitchen, considering Bik Tum did not have time to cook first when picked up his son and had to go home soon.

He continued to look at the contents of the refrigerator in front of him with a confused face, while occasionally looking at the screen containing the recipes he held.

"What's up, honey? You want to make breakfast? Do you help, huh?" ryan asked excitedly.

"No need, Mas. Mas Ryan just wait in the TV room," rejected Rani subtly.

"No papa. I want to help you" said Ryan did not want to be rejected.

"But..," Rani hung up her sentence.

"Do you mind Mas yamatani?" ask Ryan full of questions.

"It's not. Actually Rani is cooking for the first time. So...," said Rani honestly, although she did not continue the sentence because it was immediately bowed.

"He-he-he.., then we learn to cook together," Ryan responded casually.

"Easy soup cooking, Mas," replied Rani relieved, after her husband responded to Rani who could not cook so casually.

"Ready, Princess," Ryan bowed his body in the manner of the palace guards.

"Where let Mas read the recipe, you ready the ingredients," continued Ryan while reaching for Rani and reading the recipe written there.

"Firstly puree the garlic and pepper," Ryan read the recipe aloud.

"White jaw? Okay. Peppercorns? Mas, this in the refrigerator there are two types. Which pepper is small or big?" rani asked confused, unable to distinguish between pepper and coriander.

"Behold, I asked aunt***le first," Ryan immediately fiddled with the hp in his hand and showed me the search results.

And so on, until both of them have succeeded in making their kitchen rowdy and messy, without them knowing how their cooking is like.

"OK, stay finishing touch. Sprinkle fried onions," said Ryan with enthusiasm.

After Rani sprinkles fried onions on top of her soup, the last thing she does is taste her work.

He took a little soup sauce using a spoon, then put the spoon in his mouth. The upshot...

"Huek-huek.," Rani spits out her mouth and drinks a lot of water.

"Why?" ryan asked curiously.

Rani just shook her head. Now his eyes are glazed. Even Rani is not satisfied with her own cooking. Especially husband.

Seeing the change in Rani's face, Ryan snatches the spoon in his hand and is about to taste his wife's cooking, but Rani prevents it.

"That's not good, Mom. Even Rani who makes it alone cannot enjoy it. It feels strange," said Rani while rubbing the clear fur that has now wet her cheeks.

Rani continued to cry, realizing that she could not do any of her chores in household affairs.

Almost in all things Rani can do, but in terms of taking care of the household such as sweeping, ironing, let alone cooking, Rani has never once done it.

"Sorry" said Rani.

"Hey, why are you crying? Tomorrow you can learn from Bik Tum. Lagian Mas also does not require you to be able to work on it. Even Mas can employ 10 cooks at a time in this house if you want," Ryan said.

Rani was getting sicker, realizing the great weakness that was in her. He thought, "What does it do outside if at home it can't be anything? Is not the great woman a strong, intelligent, courageous, and actively contributing woman, but still must not forget her very special feminine nature?"

Ting-ting...

The sound of the spoon link suddenly resuscitated Rani from her wandering mind.

"Why Does Ryan Eat It?" rani asked, widening her eyes when she realized her husband had eaten the soup made by Rani with a plate of rice full in front of him.

"Don't make a bowl of Soup. If you give salty coffee though, it will definitely taste sweet in the mouth of Mas." Ryan said as he put the last mouth in his mouth.

Hearing the words and seeing what her husband did, Rani was even more intrigued.

"Why is Ryan so good. You don't have to do it." Rani said, to which Ryan only answered with a smile.

That's love. Even poison can be honey.

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