Our Love Among Corona

When Raguku Appears

I spent time with Allan as usual. He often picks me up after work. Sometimes I rarely go home. Luky was alone at home. I who was drunk in love almost forgot the friend I had who often waited for me in the apartment. Several times Luky prepared dinner and waited for me to come home, but I never came. Usually Luky would send a photo and tell me the food was almost ready, if I came home, he would serve it immediately at the table.

"I'm making you chicken soup, go home dong," Lucky wrote in whatsapp.

"Yes, I'm coming home tonight" I said quickly.

In my heart, I miss Luky. But I just started a relationship, I also want to give enough time for Allan. The thought of Luky did fill my time with Allan. I think that's natural, because after all Luky is a close friend of mine. He came to live with me, of course I remember him often when I didn't come home often.

I miss Luky even more when I remember the excitement we had. Like playing Durak, how sometimes I want to have more time with Luky and play with him. Things I didn't get with Allan. With Luky, I really became myself completely. You can fart recklessly, you can laugh big and as much as you want, you can sing, you can dance and all the other craziness. Not when with Allan, I always try to give my best side by acting jaim. It seems unfair, because I'm not really who I am.

On the one hand, I also want to show myself slowly. Worried that if she shows up completely at the same time, she may be uncomfortable. In this case, I actually failed. Giving up on yourself for a man.

"Is there anything I want to buy?" I'm back in a moment?" I called Luky.

"Titip Strawberry Jam. I just checked, out. Let tomorrow morning kubikinin you pancakes" he said happily.

"Oh thank you. Can't wait to eat your pancakes. See you soon".

One more thing I want to tell you, Luky can cook pancakes as good as Hanno's pancakes. Such a huge plus in my heart. Sometimes, I ask, lest the man in the letter I write, is not Allan, but Luky. Ah how I am, I have set my heart to choose Allan, why now infiltrated doubt again. I tapped my fingers on the desk while looking at the computer screen. The office is empty now.

"Vashla, I will go home first. See you tomorrow". Oksy's words took my eyes off the phone screen and my daydreams on Luky. He cleaned his desk and prepared to go home.

"Oh ok. But I don't think I will go to office tomorrow," I said.

"See you when I see you then". He smiles. Oksy has a beautiful smile. He is of Russian descent, more precisely of Estonian-Russian mix.

"See you Oksy" I replied with a smile.

I had my own story with Oksy last year. At the time I was so hurt after breaking up, I decided to join Oksy and his friend to attend one of the parties at the Bar. I was really frustrated and drank a lot. I finally asked for permission to go home. Oksy was so nice, he took care of me and let me sleep in his house. The next day, her husband helped usher me back into town. Because the house is far from the city, there is rarely public transportation there.

Oksy is tasked with ensuring all digital facilities of our platform are available in multiple languages. He worked more closely with translators and was responsible for language translation for all products opened in new countries. While Luna is responsible for all marketing of our office. Alin leads the international partnership. When the office is quiet like this, I'll stand in my office window, looking at the painting of the woman in the next building. The painting of the woman of the universe. This time while thinking about Luky and the doubts that lay in my heart. What is this taste really? Do I really doubt my feelings for Allan?

Can you wake up, no bottle? Enter hot water, wrap it with a towel, put it on your stomach. Ah how often he hears words like this every time he calls. Even from afar, he often tries to exist. The time is now together, the concern is much greater. He did not wait for a request, if I saw me in pain, immediately moved quickly to do something.

Come to think of it, this kind of man I need in my life. Men who have a high sense of sensitivity, then he has a big plus compared to any man. It is hard to find a sensitive man today. Compared to all my exes, Luky's the most sensitive.

I packed up my things, got ready to go shopping at the supermarket near the office and got home. Can't wait to enjoy the soup that Luky cooked. The soup is second to none. She usually cooks chicken soup from her mother's recipes. The tender chicken meat is seasoned with a few spices and vegetables steaming from a boiling pot. I began to imagine his pleasure. This guy is amazing at cooking.

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True as I guessed, the smell of the soup I can even smell from the front door. I don't know what kind of spices Luky put in the soup pot. I know it invites taste immediately.

"The soup will be broken again. Don't forget to wash your hands" he asked, waiting for an answer.

"I know," I answered while washing my hands with soap.

Luky wishes I cooked rice. Because of me, he got used to eating soup with rice. Usually he just eats soup just like that or with bread. Seeing how I used to stir the rice in my bowl and then pour hot soup into it, made him do the same.

Although good at cooking a variety of foods, Luky does not know how to cook rice using a regular pot. I don't have a rice cooker and I'm going to eat rice every day. So the rice is only cooked occasionally using a regular pan. If you have a rice cooker, life is too spoiled rice.

"Wine or juice?" he arranged cups, bowls and spoons on the table.

"Mhmmm just juice. There's still Berry juice Alin loves isn't?". I miss my Estoni family's juice.

"There's half a bottle left. Yes, yes" he poured juice into my glass.

"Yes. Next week I go to their house, I'll ask you again".

It took 30 minutes for the cooked rice to fully ripen. We then enjoyed the soup with hot rice like trance. Which favor of God do you deny, when the pleasure of soup is combined with hot rice in the cold weather. Full of laughter and jokes Luky. Life should be this warm, I thought.