One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 17

Nata snorted bitterly when he got a message from Hangga who canceled their plan to go to the cinema. Know this, he will choose to return to Jakarta to be able to gather with his family.

Spending a Sunday night without a lover in the condition of hitchhiking at someone else's house really makes him languish.

The more languished when Nata felt his stomach hungry, but could not go out to buy the food he wanted.

He was lazy to buy food through the inter-messaging application because he had experienced less wearing. At that time the order food was destroyed because it accidentally fell on the way. Want to give one star to the driver, he did not have the heart. Finally the food that is not the shape because it ends up in the trash.

The hunger on a gray Sunday night leads Nata to contact Melly. Who knows his best friend wants to go home quickly so Nata can be bought food. How thought.

“Halo, Mel. Home what time?” ask Nata who called Melly on the phone.

“Emm, don't know yet, anyway. This is another perfume by Jeremi. Where are you, Nat? Double date, yuk!”

“Gue at home, Mel.”

“Any home, Nat?”

“In your house, Mel. Whose house is dong?"

“Circuits in the House of Hanges. Are you not the same way as Hangga?”

“Not so."

"Why? Your helmet huh?"

"No. Hangga canceled the plan to watch because her mother and father wanted to come.”

"Ooooh."

“Mel, if the return is not overnight, I nitip snack ya."

“Ok, ready. I try not to spend the nights coming home.”

“Thanks, Mel. Happy dating,” concluded Nata ended his phone call.

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Sunday morning after breakfast, Harum was already struggling in the kitchen. Deliberately cooking early in the morning to welcome his in-laws. He plans to make some special dishes. One of them mustofa potatoes favorite of the in-laws.

So busy cooking, Harum did not realize that Hangga went into the kitchen and made coffee.

When Hangga brought a cup of coffee that was still smoking hot smoke, Harum accidentally hit him. And the hot coffee hit the fragrant hand.

“Astagfirstulloh!” screeched Fragrant as it felt its hands hot as if they were burning.

The reflex is to put the coffee cup on the table. Without saying a word, he led Harum to the sink.

Turning the faucet, Hanges grasped Harum's hand and aimed it under the running tap water.

They stood side by side in a very close position. Fragrant could feel his back shoulder touching the body of Hangga who was standing slightly indented behind Harum. They were in that position long enough.

“What I know, first aid when doused in hot water is to water it under running water for twenty minutes,” said Hangga without returning a fragrant look.

The words of Hangga made Harum break the gaze on the handsome man and turn his face back to the hand of the hand of the Hanges under the shower.

It was fragrant to feel like something was stinging the body as it stared at the grip of the hand of the Hanges on its tiny hand.

The soft touch extends to the heart. His heart beats unbecoming. Can Harum face that taste all the way to the twenty minute?

“Sorry,” said Hangga after giving first aid to Harum.

Harum did not understand the meaning of the word "sorry" from Hangga.

Sorry for what? Sorry for touching my hand? Excuse me for being jerky? or sorry for what?. The woman who this morning wears the pink hijab is self-defeating.

“I should be sorry, because I should have made coffee for Mas Hangga,” sahut Harum finally.

Hangga shook her head for a moment staring at Harum. Then without saying a word, he left the girl who had been his wife for three weeks.

Harum sighed heavily, looking at her husband's breezy manner. Sometimes it tastes sweet, but often it feels bitter. She thought her husband would definitely be ‘kabur’ again this morning.

"Just said sorry, now run away again" murmured Harum.

Instead of thinking about Hangga who always makes him languish, he chose to continue his cooking activities that are almost complete.

Wajan contains beef cooked rendang, still on a burning stove. He took a slice of rendang and tasted it. After feeling the texture of the meat has been tender and the spice is fit, then he turned off the stove.

The cuisine menu is now all complete. Fragrant goes on to make pandan srika brown sugar as her dessert.

After mixing all the necessary ingredients to make the srika, Fragrant fill the ingredients into a small cup of heat resistant then steam it. While waiting for the cherry to ripen, it was unexpected that Hangga came back to see him in the kitchen.

“This.” Hanges thrust something to Harum. “Salep for minor burns,” he said again.

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Regular comedy writing eh serious story writing, polygamy anyway. Sepi euy's.

crazy up here

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