My best friend my husband

Chapters 93.Dara Cuisine

I walked with ice cream to the parking lot and opened the car door and gave Dara the ice cream.

I wiped the sweat that was stuck on her forehead with the back of my hand and thumb while Dara was enjoying the ice cream I was carrying.

"Nake?" my question as he opened the ice crine package and then devoured it.

"Banget, sweet again."

I smiled hearing it. After my ice cream ran out in thirty seconds, I pulled out the car from the parking lot assisted by the parking attendant.

"How much bang?" ask the middle-aged male parking attendant.

"10 grand."

I gave her the money she asked for, thanked her and went home.

***

Arriving home, we helped Bi Ima to bring groceries to the kitchen.

"Auntie's sick? How come his face is so pale?"

I turned to Dara who was touching Bi Ima's forehead to check her body temperature.

"If your aunt is sick, don't be forced to work. Aunty can tell me or my wife to leave until she recovers" I said worriedly.

"It's okay, sir. Aunt is strong, really."

"Rest first, bi."

Adnan led Bi Ima to walk towards the room to tell her to rest.

"Where?" I asked without looking at Dara who was walking and then sitting on a chair.

"I think aunt has a fever, huh."

"Yes, you make porridge," I asked Dara.

While I have to wash two pieces of chicken and the rest I put in the refrigerator for tomorrow's stock.

I started to take a medium-sized bowl and put the cut chicken in it and cleaned it in the sink with running water.

After that I started sprinkling salt and garlic in a place of chili paste.

"Udah?" I asked Dara.

"A little more."

Not long after, Dara delivered a bowl of his homemade porridge with a tray and a glass of fruit juice that he brought with a circular wooden tray.

"Udah."

I turned towards Dara who was standing beside me as I was smearing the herbs.

"What do you want to cook?" ask her.

"This chicken is quite a lot, some for a crispy chicken."

I nodded my head in approval of his proposal. I walked a little to the sink to clean my hands, while Dara started sprinkling wheat flour and special flour for the chickens and then broke the chicken eggs.

I saw her whipping chicken eggs in that small glass bowl.

Slowly the chicken he mash the flour that he has stirred and then he put it back into the eggs that have been shaken and then he put it again into the flour. And so on until it feels enough, he put the thighs and chicken breast into the hot oil.

I walked back to the table near the sink and took aim from behind.

I started surfing to WhatsApp group.

Picts.

[My wife is cooking, you want to visit home?]

Send!

A few seconds later, Cinta was writing something after seeing the group message from me.

Pingy!

Love Bobrok

[What is my sister-in-law cooking?]

I started to reply to the message.

[여기에 오시려면 먼저 치킨과 밀가루를 사는 것을 잊지 마세요. 아, 우연히도 닭고기 달걀이 부족합니다. 여기에오고 싶다면 가져 오세요. 싸지 않은 것은 없습니다.]

Send!

*Yeogie osilyeomyeon meonjeo chikingwa milgaluleul saneun geos - eul ij - ji maseyo. A, uyeonhido dalg-gogi dalgyal-i bujoghabnida. Yeogie - yogo sipdamyeon gajyeo. Ssaji anh - eun geos - eun eobs - seubnida.)

(Pop chicken cooker, if you want to come here do not forget to buy chicken just like flour first. Oh yeah, it just so happens that chicken eggs are thinning. You guys bring it, if you want to come here. Nothing is cheap.)

Pingy!

Love Bobrok

[아니오와 동일하지 않는 것이 좋습니다. 집에서 더 좋게 만들면 내 차도 배터리가 부족하지 않습니다.]

(Aniowa dong-ilhaji anhneun geos-i johseubnida. Jib-eseo deo johge mandeulmyeon nae chado baeteoliga bujoghaji anhseubnida)

(Just like no, no need to. Make it better at home, my car also does not run out of battery.)

I shut my mouth reading a message from Love.

Papa is typing.

I waited for a message from papa by tapping my finger on the glass table.

Pingy!

Papa

[Well, my daughter-in-law is cooking, huh? Papa's in the office right now. The smell of the chicken got here to know. Papa is hungry.]

***

They ran away and hugged and kissed me on the cheek. They were very friendly with me including Dara's nieces.

Then I walked in the other direction to kiss their hands and bring them into the house.

When stepping foot inside, we smelled the fragrance of Dara's cooking at the same time making papa look at me with a smile.

"We want to follow Dara first to the back. You are here, take care of your nephew" said Aunt Ashilla, sister of Dara's late father.

Women including Mom and Love also came to the kitchen. Maybe they want to cook the food they bought.

"Om, when did you give us a friend?" asked Zahra who was enjoying a snack on my lap.

I know where this little girl's talking is going. It must be about the child, I thought.

"Hm, doain om ya, baby. I hope you can get offspring and be your friend."

"Om, if the child is a girl, Azka wants to be Azka's lover. If it's a man, Azka wants to teach him to play basketball," Azka told me that he was playing his cars.

"Jeez, Azka. You're a kid, you can't think of a girl first. The important thing is that if you're smart, all women will want to be like you" I said, making Uncle Kim laugh when he heard it.

"Samchon, Dara-i yaggan gwachejung-ibnida. Why haessseubnikka?" ask Uncle Kim.

"A, samchon-eun eobs-eo. manh-i meog-eunikka jom bae buleugo jib dwie simneun ildo manhda."

"Ne, samchon."

I nodded my head while smiling at Uncle Kim before I finally looked at my nephew.

(Uncle see Dara is a little fat, is she pregnant?)

(Ah, not uncle. He often eats so he is a little filled and often plants also behind the house.)

(really? Well, surely you often buy Adnan flowers huh, Reyn?)

(Yes, uncle.)

"Uncle, we want to swim in the swimming pool with uncle. Can you?" ask Chaca.

"Can you, uncle?"

They started, I thought.

"By honey, let's go back."

I stood up and walked towards the back of the house where the pool was swimming there. First we cleaned the pool together before I filled it with knee-deep water.

They are very happy when they feel the coolness of the water on the day that starts this afternoon.

Moreover, the sun is not too hot, because the weather is a little cloudy so they are not hot.

"Oh, yes Azka. You brought the ball, didn't you? We play volleyball in this pool," I suggested Azka.

The tiny man walked up some stairs at the end of the swimming pool and went into the house and out of the house carrying a purple medium-sized ball.

"Well, kids. We're gonna play ball on this water. But, you guys use your hands to pass the ball to each other, yeah."

"Good, uncle!" shout them.

I started giving the ball away from my throw. They also throw towards their friends.

Some couldn't catch the ball in the distance so they drowned.

"Gwaenchanh-a, Azka?" I asked to make sure of him. Azka often drowned because she could not catch the ball and she drowned.

"Gwaenchanh-a, samchon."

Azka slightly hit the head of the side, maybe water entered his ear and he resumed this game.

"Catch her!"

"Hey, play sporty!"

"Again, we can't lose!"

That's how children scream.

I went upstairs and saw them sitting on the lips of the pool smiling and laughing at their behavior.

'If I had children now, he might have played with them, ' my inner self.

"Gosh, it seems you're here."

I looked towards the source of the sound. Apparently Dara

The woman approached me, didn't she. Approaching us to the pool.

"Now, fried chicken is just as nuggety."

Hearing Dara's words, they cheered happily and then climbed the stairs to taste.

Dara went back inside the house and returned to the back of the house with a glass and a pot of strawberry juice.

"Well, what a great aunt," they told Dara.

"Yes, who was dong."

I took the nuggets to eat with them. Dara did the same.

"So they brought the same nugget of chicken quite a lot. It will be a long time to cook," said Dara who sat beside me.

"Yes, it's okay. It's delicious," I said back to eating fried chicken in a glass bowl.

"Hey, you're here apparently."

Simultaneously we turned towards the voice standing in the doorway. Mother Fisya.

"Here eat, ma'am."

I walked over to my in-laws and pulled him to eat with us.

"Where's chaca?" ask Dara to Mother Fisya

"Being with Love. He said he wanted to play a game."

Because after the arrival of Mother Fisya Chaca immediately ran into the house. But, before that he washed his feet in the water faucet not far from the flower garden owned by Dara.

Hearing that, my eyes puffed up as my chewing stopped. Ah, I haven't played that Play Station in a long time.

In the past, the Play Station and the computer were the things I liked the most. I even assumed they were my lovers.

Dara poured strawberry juice into a glass and then gave it to Mother Fisya.

"Hm, that's fresh."

"Where's Chaca's school, ma'am?" ask me with a mouth full.

"Alhamdulillah has increased. She is school spirit, especially if the mother masakin her favorite pandan sponge cake continues to bring to school. He was more diligent to go to school," said Fisya's mother.

"Had he not been diligent before, ma'am?" ask again.

"Yes, our economy used to be pretty tough, son. Because Dara has to go to college after graduating high school."

I nodded my head understanding.

"No boy?" ask the kids to divert our conversation.

"That's a big boy, om. We can play here again sometime, auntie?" ask Lia to Dara.

"May you love."

Dara threw a smile at them and then we went inside because we had been wearing wet clothes for a long time.

I went inside the room while the others took a bath in the kitchen bathroom and the room next to ours.

Dara was busy bathing them in the bathroom next door. The proof, in the next room is always noisier.

I dry my hair with a hair dryer in front of the mirror.

Chequek!

I looked towards the door that was my mother.

"Can I come in?" ask mama.

"By, ma."

I turned off the hair dryer and put it in the dresser drawer and told her to sit on the lip of the bed.

"What's up, ma?" manya curious.