Mr. Penghulu, Marry Me!

The Cooking Contest

Cia stared unblinkingly, at the building before her at this moment. Her heartbeat was getting crazier, even how much air Cia was breathing right now, not being able to relax her.

"Come on! Mother was waiting." said slowly Alkan, making Cia turn to the man who was smiling thinly at her.

I want it to feel like Cia is grasping that big palm, to just calm down at this moment. But it seems, it is only in the wishful thinking.

"Come on!" make sure Cia.

The two walk side by side, no handrails or friendly embrace, like a lover in general. Even the two are seen to keep their distance, so that their arms are not touched.

Alkan really keep their ta'aruf relationship, to keep it straight, without any turns and sharp turns.

"Assynnya!" the call of Alkan's greeting, made the black hooded woman in the guest room turn her head.

"Waalaikumsallam." said slowly.

The two middle-aged women's netra, scanned a girl who was right next to Alkan, her son.

Alkan immediately brought Cia in, ignoring the mother's probing gaze, at the girl next to him. Alkan immediately grabbed Marwah's right hand, and kissed her reverence. Likewise with Cia, despite the hesitation, because this black hooded woman just kept staring at him, without blinking a single bit.

"It's Grecia, Mommy." said Alkan calmly.

Marwah immediately regained her senses, the black-hooded woman blinked her eyes many times. It is seen that Marwah sighed slowly, to neutralize the taste in his chest.

"Please sit down" said Marwah slowly.

Cia who was still uncomfortable with Marwah's gaze, only nodded her head slowly, even Cia's sincere smile rose.

"Mother, this is called Cia. She is the girl who is currently struggling Alkan, Alkan and Cia ask for Mother's blessing. Pray for us, that we may soon be united in a sacred bond." Alkan started the conversation, slowly and slowly. What else when looking at the look on the face of the Mother, which has not been read by her.

Alkan was afraid that the Mother would make Cia more nervous, and Alkan also did not want to see the Mother offended, it was wrong.

"Let's go to the kitchen!" bring Marwah to arrive.

Cia who still did not understand turned to Alkan, the two clear eyes that did not blink, now even raked many times, hearing the words of her future Mother-in-law.

"Why are you quiet, let's go to the kitchen help Mother cook, make our dinner!" marwah.

The middle-aged woman looked in annoyance at the son, and the girl, who she said, would be her future son-in-law.

"Mother, would you like Alkan masakin?" ask Alkan.

The Father of Penghulu dimpled that cheek, did not understand what the will of the Mother.

"You, come with me to the kitchen." Marwah glanced at Cia who still looked confused.

"Come on!" bring Marwah again.

And it succeeded in making Cia immediately rise from her seat, her body is still stiff when she saw the gaze of the future mother-in-law.

"I-iya," said Cia stammering.

Cia smiled grimacingly at Alkan, who was still sitting in his place, before he followed Marwah's steps. The two other women, stepping into the kitchen, Marwah seriously brought Cia into the kitchen.

"You take the ingredients in the fridge!" tell Marwah to Cia.

"Ah-i-iya" said Cia still nervous.

Cia immediately stepped towards the refrigerator, which was not far from her position. Many times Cia exhaled softly, when she was already faced with the cold thing.

"Take chicken, cauliflower, green chili, meatballs, arcis, carrots too." Marwah said again.

Cia could only nod her head obediently, her face calm yet not with her heart at the moment.

'Oh my God, why does it feel like kayaking again in the cooking contest, continue in the same jury'in fierce chef.' cried Cia's heart.

PATIENCE TO CI