
Still as before: David is the one who cooks. She did not let Amelia cook or help her. Either because she doesn't want Amelia's hand to break or she doesn't believe in Amelia's cooking. The first choice is impossible. Amelia was used to living hard. So it's impossible if his hand is still fine until now.
Either first or second choice, Amelia didn't think it was up to her. He was not offended, enjoying what he got. No, he doesn't have to work hard. David's cooking is delicious. Although Amelia had been living alone since childhood, which she was accustomed to cooking by herself, Amelia could never cook a bite of David's cooking. Could it be because of the difference in quality of materials?
“If I may know, you learned where all this cooking came from,” asked Amelia in the middle of her eating activities.
“At first my sister taught me. Then I started following him after he died.”
“Did your brother live like you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Life like you: a simple lifestyle like this. If I'm concerned, your lifestyle is too simple when compared to your wealth.”
“No. We live together in one house. After my brother died, then I stayed away from home and started cooking by myself.”
“Why?” Amelia wondered. “Everyone wants to be rich. But you who are rich want to be poor.”
“I also want to be rich, know!”
“Are you not rich?”
“The rich man is not me, but my parents. That's why I get used to living simply, because one day, maybe I'll break away from my parents' wealth.”
“But why?”
David did not answer. He just smiled broadly. Then continue the food. His behavior left many question marks on Amelia's head.
***
An old woman was also beside Hatta. Every day he visited Hatta to sit next to the old man holding his hand. Although there has never been love in a marriage that has been going on for decades, the woman never forgets to give her best attention. I don't know what dwells in his heart: sad because one by one his family goes or happy because they can enjoy the whole world by themselves. The old woman was Mula, Hatta's wife, David's mother.
After half an hour of sitting by Hatta's side, Mula finally let go of her hand. It was time for them to part ways and it was time for Mula to occupy the throne of the Aryan family. He went to the office that was inside his house.
Arriving at the study, it was not only the tables and walls that greeted Mula, a middle-aged man was already sitting on the sofa. When he saw Mula standing arrogantly in front of the door, the man immediately woke up. He's behaving respectfully. The man was Dagel, Mula's only brother and her right hand.
“Kakak,” greet Dagel.
Smile a little at first. Then walk haughtily towards his chair. After he sat down on his chair, Dagel sat down again.
“It's seven o'clock tonight. What amazing news do you want to deliver?” ask Mula after putting her hands on the table. He guessed quickly.
“For the first time David neglected his job. He didn't come to the meeting this afternoon. He only sent his secretary,” Dagel answered half.
“Then what's the amazing news?” I guessed quickly the second time.
“Her secretary said David suddenly sent her alone without explanation yesterday. So I asked some people to find out. Apparently she lives with a woman in her apartment,” Dagel added.
First put his hands together and lowered his head slightly by throwing away the direction of view. He was thinking and weighing for every choice he would make. Shortly after, he raised his head. He has chosen.
“Leave it,” says Start.
***