Senior Beautiful Incaranku

A hope

POVS. Ayuna Maharani

"I'm sure for you, Danu."

I don't understand why I could so enthusiastically prepare a dish for just one Danu Narendra.

After work, when Danu said if she wanted to have dinner, I checked the fridge. Luckily, yesterday I had time to buy some vegetables as food stock for the next few days.

Until now, I didn't have to worry about what I should cook for Danu.

I hope, I hope he likes my cooking which is not so much.

"Andu??" call me. Trying to wake up his daydream. Because since then Danu continues to show her gawking face.

"Eh, yes," he replied stiffly.

"Why?" I asked her to look at every corner of her clean face. Very pleasing to the eye.

But these eyes are not the eyes that thirst for the good looks of a man. For me, the man in charge is more important.

"Do you not like ...."

"I like it!!" Cut it quickly.

"I like anything that has to do with you, Yuna."

Hearing his words, I couldn't answer right away. Not because of my ears that do not hear, but my heart that now shakes again.

Hold, Ayuna. Control yourself!

"Geeh!!"

I gathered my courage, dispelling all this heartbreak so as not to be so visible to him. Embarrassing.

"Hayuk, eat first," I asked.

Danu nodded, then took the plate I had prepared.

When I scooped the rice, Danu was still silent with the white plate he kept holding. Look at each meal on the table in turn.

"Andu, why?" Ask again. Worried that he doesn't like my cooking.

It was clear in his eyes, if there was something that stuck in his heart.

"If you don't like it, I can cook other foods," I explained again.

However, Danu was still silent. Not even a small sound. Only the plate he kept holding with both hands.

"Andu, hey!"

Danu turned to look at me, "yes,"

"You don't like it, do you??" Ask again.

Danu still did not respond, even her gaze was now deepening.

I smiled, looking at the plate he kept holding. Then I put the rice on his plate.

"This is enough??" My toot.

Danu nodded, making me able to breathe a little relieved. Because it turns out that behind Danu's silence, there is one hidden desire.

It was like I was serving a boy.

"Which one do you want??" I asked, after finishing spooning the rice.

"Here," pointed Danu at the fried fish.

"So then," Danu pointed to the sambal, "all the kuahnya, little by,"

After finishing spooning rice and side dishes for him, I took turns taking my share.

"Taste you good as well as it turns out," praised Danu while eating voraciously rice in front of him.

"Gifted to be a chef!" The joint again with the mouth is still full, until the side of his cheek looks fluffy.

I just rolled my eyes, feeling praised for his flattery.

"I haven't eaten home cooking in a long time" Danu continued.

While I only smiled a little in response to his words. While his eyes were looking at him in wonder, because he had asked several times to add rice.

"Then, my mom didn't like to cook for me,"

"But it's been three years, I've never been cooked again," he explained still eating the part of fried fish that almost live bones.

"Why is it never cooked again?" Askaqua.

"Because we are separated" he replied.

"Although actually my parents' house is not too far away, but I prefer to live alone" he continued.

"Why??" Ask again. Interested in Danu's story this time.

"I want to try to live independently," he answered looking at me for a moment, then turned back to his fried fish.

"Although initially heavy, away from parents. Especially when I was working in Bogor,"

Danu nodded, "just an hour from here,"

"Well, why don't you stay with your parents? After all you have not worked in Bogor," this time I also give advice for him.

Danu shook his head, "it's common to live alone, it's big too. Shame if you want to do parenting, make a fuss!"

"Well, why the shame? Do you have a lot of sodara?"

"Not really, I'm the youngest. My sister is married and lives with her husband," she explained, until the food was finished. All that remains are fish bones.

I looked at Danu astonished, "continue, your parents live alone?"

Danu smiled, "let's give Mama time to both Papa,"

"Oow," I nodded a few times, with a mouth that formed the letter 'O'.

"When what are you?"

"Huh??"

I realized the question Danu had just asked, but my heart felt that this was not the right time to tell me about my family with her.

"Your family, parents or sodara maybe?" Danu asked, while cleaning up the dish.

"My parents are in Semarang" I replied.

"Original Semarang?" Ask Danu.

I nodded, "have you finished eating??"

Not that I don't want to tell a story, but I'm still not ready to tell Danu about my genealogy or about my life.

"Udah," Danu got out of the chair, stacked the dirty dishes into one and carried them to the sink.

"And you're here!" My love. Feeling bad because he helped clean up my food marks.

"You're tired of cooking,"

"I want to help you get it, please,"

"Where the cuisine is very good, if every day in masakin kayak gini I can be fat!"

For a moment I was silent, Danu's words seemed wrong in my ears.

"Eumm......" Danu muttered, "i mean, if only every house eats his cooking like you,"

Then he laughed, "Ayuna, I ....."

"And here I am!"

I don't want to discuss anything deeper with him. Because it will only make my feelings more uncertain.

Not necessarily direction.

Don't tell me I was hoping this time.

Expecting something uncertain.

Don't let that happen! Because I hope in humans it will only cause pain.

What was I thinking?? Why does my heart keep on discussing hope?

"No, you sit down!" Pinta Danu, still standing while splashing water on some dirty dishes.

"Andu, I ....."

"Yuna, I can't cook. But if for any sort of trouble, I'm number one!" He said with pride.

"You just sit there" he continued.

I gave up, instead of us continuing to argue just for fighting over dirty dish laundry.

I also sat on the dining table chair, looking at him from a distance not so far away. It can clearly be seen by both of my eyes how good a Danu washes dishes.

In fact, there was no noise as he did so. How come??

Naturally, if his house looks neat, it turns out he is like this. I, as a woman, feel inferior compared to her.

"Yuna, is there anything dirty anymore??"

And you looked at me, until our eyes met.

"Oh, no," I replied stiffly.

Danu wiped her wet hands, then walked up to me and sat down on the edge of the dinner table, smiling sweetly at me, looking deeply, "thank you, I'm sure of you already,"

Really, his words this time made my face red like a pomegranate. Until I had to turn this face away from him.

"Yuna," called Danu at such a close distance.

I didn't answer his call, I tried to pay attention to my heartbeats first rather than respond to them.

Danu grabbed my face with her cold hands, making me look back until our gaze met, "Ayuna,"