MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

EAT WITH INDONESIAN MENU

NARITA POV

 

After learning how to swim, I gave a piece of fruit to Karen, then made her milk. I invited him to play in his room because he wanted to get used to taking a nap. Maybe it was because of exhaustion, finally without waiting any longer, Karen fell asleep.

I took advantage of the time Karen slept by going to the market to shop for raw food for stock when I wanted to cook Indonesian menus and buy farming supplies and seeds. Yes, I have obtained permission from Mr. Drake for gardening, planting vegetables in the back of the house, which is currently in unkempt condition and overgrown with weeds.

When he was about to pull out the bike, suddenly the car from behind mekson. A luxury sports car, ah I don't know what brand is clear this car likes to be a collection of rich artists in Indonesia.

“Hai, Narita!” someone shouted from inside the car, when suddenly the car stopped near me with the car glass completely open.

I still have not answered, because I doubt who is driving the car. He's wearing black glasses.

“Where are you? Let me drop you off!”

“Ya Alloh Ali, is that you?” I only realized when he got out of the car, approached me while opening his sunglasses slowly.

“Why look at me like that? Am I different?”

“Iya different” I smiled thinly.

“Added handsome? This capital is the same, surely my value so drastically increased right?” the tone of Ali's mumawa while showing his sunglasses and sports car.

“Ishh,,,” I joked by shaking my head and Ali replied with a giggling laugh.

“Ayo ride! I anterin wherever you want to go”

“Ahh no, I rode aj” bike reject me. 

“Udah nurut napa same prospective husband xixixiixi?” his force with interspersed small laughs.

“Hadew Ali Ali, your talk makes baper girls know! Careful you!”

“Indeed I said use feelings, not just doang godain kok!” his weakness.

“Ahhhh,, I've already, I'm in your car. But don't blame me if later your car dirty, fishy smell, and others you know!” I confidently got into his car.

“Well it dong!” Ali caught up with me in the car.

“This is whose car Ali?” I asked while installing a seat belt, observing how sophisticated and luxurious the interior of this car, only this time I entered a car as luxurious as this.

“Mobilku” answers.

“Hmm, you big brother sir?” many wonder.

“Not. I knew him when he visited the mosque that I always visited also”

“Why? Is it only Brother Mr Dave who you think can afford a car like this?”

“Ahh, that's not what I meant. I've never met a big master, so it's only natural that I'm speculating!” I said, afraid to offend him.

“Hahahha,,, just relax Na. Pantesan, but if we see both of us it is impossible to speculate so, where we might be sisters, my face is really middle east while Mr. Dave bule bang”

“Owhh,,,” I'm mangosteen.

“Owh yes, you are in Aussie working or college?” the look of Ali, who I think still looks young, makes me speculate that she might be a student.

“Lecture S2” answers briefly while driving his car.

"You're asking me to keep talking, you don't have a purpose?” he asked after realizing that I had not mentioned where I was going.

“I want to go to the market in the apartment deck ROW” replied me.

“Sayur-vegetables is the same as what I need to cook menu Indonesia”

“Wow, can you seriously cook? Then I'll get you shopping, then you will go home masakin me huh?I'm so curious about your cooking nyicipin”

“Nyicipin?” I repeat his words.

“If nyicipin means little dong? Watch out later if you eat a lot!”

“Hahahhhaa,, that's that you're funny too Na. That's a stale base a few times, Na!”

“Yes, yes, I know. I'm just flirting with you, Ali!”

“By the way, sure your car nie gakpapa dipake bring groceries?”

“Why not? If it is dirty, go to the spa! If it still stinks, just change buy new!” Ali who likes to joke never a word that comes out of his mouth I consider as arrogance.

“Issshhh,, ARROGANT!” godaku and only reply with laughter.

Ali kept his talk. He accompanied me around the market, bringing me my groceries, and occasionally complained when I was so nervous about his things. Not only raw food, but considering there are also sellers of plant seeds, all kinds of fertilizers, and planting media, I buy what I really need. After getting everything we had planned to buy, we returned home.

Throughout the trip, Ali never complained about my groceries so much that filled the area of his luxury car. I also bought raw chicken, well it is certain that the car will certainly fishy smell of raw chicken as well.

After parking his car, he brought groceries into the kitchen pavilion 101. I began arranging some of the materials I would store in the refrigerator, while the materials I wanted to cook, I deliberately left outside.

“Na, where are you going?” Ali immediately grabbed my hand as I was about to leave the kitchen.

“Just want to check, is Karen up or not. If not, I masakin kamu” I replied while releasing his hand.

“Ups, sorry!” Ali realized that her hand was holding mine, just acting a little clumsy.

“Hehehe, seriously want to masakin me? So I'm on seneng!” I also left Ali who was still a crybaby.

I went back to the kitchen because it was right to check into her room, Karen was still asleep with an unchanged position.

Some of the people who saw me in the kitchen, came up and said they wanted to eat my cooking. As a result, I also cooked quite a lot of vegetables and side dishes. With makeshift food ingredients, and instant spices that I deliberately brought from Indonesia to anticipate the absence of basic ingredients, it was quite helpful.

At first I was shopping for chicken 1 tail plan for me to make a chicken ungkep that I keep in the freezer, but because they want to eat my cooking, finally I cooked everything into chicken opor.

Menu opor chicken, bakwan maize, cucumber and tomato pieces and sambal terasi has been presented at the dining table. I who had previously cooked rice using a rice cooker immediately picked it up and served it at the table.

Some assistants have helped me prepare plates, spoons, forks, and glasses of drinking water. We all sat sweetly around the dining table. Ali was also involved. Everyone looked at the wonder of Indonesian cuisine. According to them, this is a complicated food how to make it and only certain people who want to do it.

“I can not bear to eat it, this is effort, labor Narita to cook us a menu that is so appetizing this” said one.

“But I can't wait to taste it, does it feel as good as it looks?” say another one.

“Yaudah, we'll just start eating it. What are you waiting for?” I took the plate and started to take it.

“Ali, would you like to use rice?” before I scooped the rice and answered a nod of the head by him.

“So here or again?”

“Ya, enough. You got it for me? Well thanks yes, I'm so flattered” said Ali a little blush.

“This is my thank you sign because you already want anter and nemenin I shop” Narita handed me a plate that has been filled with food.

They finally had lunch together. All praise the cuisine is delicious, only the sauce terasinya less many enthusiasts because it is too spicy in their opinion. After they ate, Narita went to the main house to check Karen's room.

“When do you want to grow crops?” tanya Ali who made Narita want to step up, stopped her steps.

“I temenin!” ali continued with a sweet smile.