My Only One's

Special Guest

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"So, .. how?" Piere finished his meal. As soon as she arrived at the tavern, and Amara immediately just fed her.

"Bien (good)."

"really?"

"Oi."

"Et la nouriture? (and the food?)."

"Tres delicieux. (very nice)." replied the young man who put the last rattatouile into his mouth.

Amara smiled widely and she almost clapped her hands together.

"But …." Piere paused his words while putting a fork on an empty plate, then gulped down the remaining half of the water.

"What?"

"You should be presenting more than this" he continued.

"You mean?"

"You know, I'm French, and I'm used to eating food at home. I can even make it myself. So ... I suggest you make something else. The more special, the more special, the more .. wow."

"But I thought, since you're not used to foreign food, then I gave it to you. I guess maybe your tongue isn't used to any other flavor than your country's food, so …."

"That's great. You know, trying to move people's homes to this store by serving food that might be in their place of origin, but it's not enough."

"Serve different foods. Introduce other foods. The unique, the new, which is not in their home. Then your store will have more value than just a place to live."

"But I have a lot of food here. Not only do you know, but all the typical foods you may have never met in Paris."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Example?"

"Local food."

"Local?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then why did you give me rattatouile, when you had other food variations here?" piere protest.

"Yes as I said earlier, I'm afraid you're surprised."

"Why should I be surprised?"

"Isn't this your first time visiting?"

"Well, I've found out a few things about your country. You know, simple and common things, including food. So don't be afraid to give something you call local. Because I'm open enough to anything."

"really? Most foreigners will be surprised by our food that has a strong taste and complete seasoning."

"Oh, you can try to give me something new. Don't worry, I told you I'm open, right?"

"Is that?"

"Oi."

"alright. Want to try something else?" hail Amara again.

"Okay, doesn't that cost you anything?" Piere laughing.

"Of course not. You know, for us guests are kings. So you have to be treated as best you can so you feel comfortable and that means you're welcome here."

"really?"

"Yes, wait for me to make another one."

"OK, it's up to you."

Then Amara returned to the cooking room. He processed some other food to give to his foreign friend. 

One serving of satay maranggi, colo-colo fish with a sprinkling of chili sauce on top, then the typical roasted chicken he has become a mainstay menu to show to his special guests that afternoon.

"What's this?" Piere laughed as he pointed at the fish covered in slices of red onion and chili as well as the red tomato.

"He looks cute with those slices of onions and tomatoes. And does it taste spicy?" He pointed at the red chili pepper slices above him.

"It's a colo-colo fish, and yes it tastes spicy, but for you I've adjusted."

"really?"

"Yes, most strangers like you won't be strong with a spicy taste in our food."

"Maybe." Piere cut a little piece of the fish's flesh, then ate it.

"It's sour." His forehead was beaming.

"Yes, use lemon water as well." explains Amara.

"And sweet." -."

"Hmm...salt sugar and a little oil in it."

"And spicy." The young man laughed and then drank his water.

"Well, you just couldn't stand it."

"Sorry, this is new to me" Piere said, and he was still laughing.

"Then maybe you can try satay? It's famous."

"Sure? I know this food."

"Hu 'um. Eat it."

Then Piere took one skewer made from meat with a simple soy sauce seasoning.

"Hm …."

"Dellicieux?"

"Yeah, .. it's good."

Amara smiles.

"And is this roasted chicken?" The young man pointed at the food on the last plate.

"Yes. But with a different spice than your country."

"Okay, lets try." 

"Just use your hands to make it better."

"What?"

"And eat with rice." Amara shifted one serving of white rice to the center of the table.

Piere stared at his face for a few seconds.

"Almost all the food here is rice."

"Really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And don't forget to eat with your hands. Have you washed your hands?"

"You kidding?"

"No. The culture is so."

"It's a tavern!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"Eating with your hands is impolite!"

"Not here, we're used to it."

"Oh my God!"

"Seriously, try."

"I can't believe I have to." Piere laughed again.

"Come on, like this." Amara demonstrated how to eat with her hands to her friend. "It tastes better."

"Oh .. God!"

"Come on Piere, you said you had to present something new, unique to a stranger like you. And I'll start with something like this."

Piere nodded his head. Then he did what Amara did. Although at first it was very difficult, but he succeeded in his last experiment.

"Yeah!!! You're smart!" The girl clapped her hand.

"Hows it? Impressed with my country? We're unique, aren't we?"

"Yes yeah, you guys have a really good meal."

Amara nodded her head.

"But please, make the seasoning so that it's not too spicy. My tongue and stomach won't be strong." Piere replied after he finished his meal.

"Note." The girl nodded again.

"Well, after this let's find a place to stay for you? There's no way I'm gonna let you sleep here, is there?" amara said after believing the man in front of her had filled her stomach properly.

"It's good." Then they go somewhere.

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The drizzle began to descend at almost night, accompanying Galang's journey home after he completed his duties attending the meeting in place of Dimitri.

Intentionally, he took a direction towards the Amara tavern despite having to spin far from the path he should have. I don't know why all day he keeps remembering that girl. And Galang stopped right in front of the store that night was not as crowded as usual.

"Good night?" Waiter welcomed as always.

The man looked around and he did not find a face he did not expect.

"Please." Nania greeted him and invited him to sit down.

"Does you want to order now?" he asked after the man sat in his chair.

"Umm .. maybe coffee." Galang stared at the cooking room door where he used to see Amara appear.

"Okay, is there more?"

"That was."

Nania nodded, then immediately made an order.

"Please." The girl came back after a while and put the coffee cup on the table. 

"If there is an addition you can call me inside" said Nania.

"Is Ara there?" her question was then the one that stopped Nania's steps when the girl was about to pass.

"Sister Ara?"

"Yes." Yeah." Galang.

"It was two hours ago that Brother Ara left sir" replied Nania.

"Go? Where to?"

"I don't know."

"Go home to her parents?"

The girl nodded her head.

"I don't know sir, I didn't ask."

"Hm …."

"But it doesn't seem like he had a friend come here." 

"His theme?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who?"

"Lack of knowing too. Brother Ara picked them up from the airport because, keep them going again after eating."

"Airport?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ara's friend is a stranger?"

"Yes sir."

Galang.

"Are you again sir?"

"Umm .. nothing, enough." replied the man who sipped his hot coffee slowly.

He was silent and thinking. Why should he always come to that place whenever he feels like seeing Amara. Wasn't there nothing between them that required him to come or see the girl?

And he threw his back on the back of the chair while resting his black hair.

Why are you always like this?

Then he went back to sipping his coffee. After that spend money to pay for the drink and put it on the trey bill. After that, I decided to leave.

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sorry gaess, today is late. Understand that on Sunday the world mother likes to putty 🤭🤭

kuy likes to come with the same gift first. Smoga can be up again after this.

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