My Brother's Friend

Mr's Promise. J

Me and Mr. J is still in Bang Reza's treatment room. The VIP room was deliberately chosen by Mr. J is for my brother. The room is white-floored, glass-walled and also has amazing facilities complete from other rooms.

I don't really want to be in this room. The main reason is because I will not be able to pay the bills which will certainly be very much and moreover this room is a request from Mr. J and I don't want to bother him.

I rejected it, but Mr. J still remained in his stance and forced me a little, I finally relented and obeyed him. I also promised him that I would refund the money he spent on Bang Reza's treatment someday.

Oxygen hoses, infusion hoses and many other devices are still attached to Bang Reza's body, heart rate detection devices are also still sounding loud in my ears, he said, the worry I felt was heightened when I saw his condition that had slightly pale from last night. And until now Bang Reza is still unconscious.

I approached him and sat down by his bed, I clasped his finger which was now motionless, once again the tears that I had thought were dry now spilled again.

Endless sadness and grief came back to my life and Bang Reza, if I recall, all these painful things happened since my parents passed away.

Bang Reza, who was originally just an older brother, from then on had to double his role as a parent and also the backbone of the family. All the sacrifices that Bang Reza made for me went back to spinning automatically in my brain.

"Your eyes are dry and will never fall again. But that's what?" Mr. J pointed at my face that was now soaked by tears while giving a white handkerchief. He was standing right next to me

I turned to her and then received the handkerchief, a fragrant white handkerchief and inscribed with a name I had heard.

Nathan, that name is Nathan. An extension of Jonathan. I then used that handkerchief to wipe my tears and also wipe my snot.

"Ih, slovenly" Mr. J was still staring at me who was now using his handkerchief.

"Bodo is very, very" I said briefly and he smiled.

"Have it, don't be so sad, he'll be fine. The doctor did his best for Reza" she explained to me and now I feel a little calmer.

I just nodded, then silence covered the two of us. There was no conversation after that.

Suddenly my stomach rang, his voice was so clear that the three of us did not make any sound at all.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Mr. A later, I was actually embarrassed when I heard that voice, but on the other hand I also felt hungry because this morning I had not eaten anything.

"Whatever," I said briefly still feeling embarrassed

"There is no food whose name is up to you" I smiled.

"Same rice as an egg" I continued and he looked at me with an indecipherable look.

"Same rice as an egg?" He repeated my words with a strange face and I nodded.

"Well, wait here, I'll be right back!"

Mr. A then out of the room, I sat on a white sofa lined up neatly near Bang Reza's bed.

Thirty minutes later, Mr. J just returned. I wondered why he had been back for so long, but I then paused my intention to ask when he returned with a few brown bags. I stood closer to him and helped him carry his luggage.

He then placed all the bags on the table that was right in front of my eyes. So did I.

Mr. J then took out everything that was inside those bags.

My eyes widened when I saw the various kinds of food he had just put out, I stared at him with a face full of questions, but he did not realize it because he was still busy bringing out the food.

"Something is coming?" ask me when Mr. J is done with the activity.

"No, it's all for the two of us" he answered, opening a white bowl with a glass lid, a picture of a man wearing an apron and a chef's hat and handing it to me. Food that is popular in the community and is a hot talk among all.

"Eat it, I don't know what your favorite meal is, but I hope you like it" I took it and then I saw what was in the white bowl.

Red rice, eggs, beef wrapped in white sesame and also some vegetables. The healthy and expensive food menu that I wanted. The content is simple, but because it comes from a five-star restaurant and is also made by an expert cook making it an expensive food.

"You won't be full if you just look at it and don't eat it" said Mr. J

"Ah, yes" I then started the activity of eating popular food.

"Finally I can taste this food" my inner self while starting to eat. Mr. J kept watching me who had started eating.

I know it because every time I look at him he still looks at me and smiles.

"Do you like it?" ask Mr. J

"Yes, this food is very tasty" I said plainly without much thought. Mr. J then returned smiling. It really makes me nervous, this morning getting twice as many surprises.

First, I could taste the food that I had wanted for so long and the second, I could continue to see the sweet smile of a man who looked after me as well as Bang Reza since last night, although I only knew him for a few days but I could already feel the sincerity and comfort when close to him.

"Thank God if you like it, I'll make it any time you want!"

"Presumably Mr. J can make it, this is made by an expert cook at the five-star restaurant" I said as I continued to chew the food.

"Are you going to believe when I say that I'm the cook, the cook from that five-star restaurant" I turned to him, the spoon that almost went into my mouth then I pulled it back and put it in the bowl.

"I can't believe how a math teacher can cook" I put the white bowl on the table still in disbelief.

"What's wrong if a Master can cook, I'm only a temporary Teacher, until the real Master recovers from his illness!" clearly again.

Yes, it is true, there is no harm if a Master can cook, but it is strange if Mr. J is a chef and also the owner of that five-star restaurant. Because from the first time I met him, he never once showed me the things that lead into cooking.

Yes, although yesterday he had said if he had a restaurant, but I did not think that the restaurant in question was the famous restaurant

Which means, what many people have been talking about about an expert chef and also handsome is himself, but I don't know, it's right or wrong I won't believe it before I see it with my own eyes.

"Not really, but just weird,"

"Weird how?" Mr. J looked at me again

"Somewhere," I don't know what to answer, I don't believe what he's saying is the truth.

"Next time I'll show you, so you can believe that I can cook" promised Mr. J and I nodded.

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