SUPPOSE THAT...

DESIRE

"Why is Grandma in the Kitchen...?" he asked in shock while turning off the stove. He coded a female servant standing in a corner to replace her.

Immediately the Servant walked up to him while looking down.

"Please puree this." point Dave at the red chili, garlic, onion and the flour he had previously fried.

"Yes Young Master." the Servant bowed obediently

"Don't forget her orange leaves should really be fine before you mix her java sugar." she reminded.

"I'll remember it Young Master." The servant said without raising his face.

"The campaign is already fried, once the sauce is ready you just mix the tempe and *********** with the link." Back Dave gave instructions, while Erika waited there smiling and watching.

For a while Dave was still talking about salt and flavoring before the 19-year-old washed his hands in the sink and walked over to his Grandma.

"Grandma's bothering you...?" Erika smiled as she held Dave's arm.

"No, just make sambal tempe earlier." Dave said as he looked at the 80-year-old woman who was only modest in height. "Grandfather likes sambal tempeh with a lot of orange leaves, and I'm afraid the waiter was not really able to smooth it manually by using cobek" he continued.

Erika laughed at hearing that. "You're cooking all your Grandpa's favorite foods, do you want to seduce Dave..?" Erika says.

Dave immediately lowered his head with a reddened face and poked his lips inside.

Erika's smile grew wider looking at her. He knew in fact his grandson was the type of child who was quiet and shy. It was circumstances that demanded him to be the current Dave.

Still in his memory, how clumsy Dave was when his Husband first invited him to the Banquet of the Troubles. How he just looked down and smiled stiffly whenever his Grandpa colleagues praised and tried to curry favor with him.

But now, his grandson has been good at acting. He grew up to be a handsome young man who captivated anyone with his handsome physique, abundant wealth, academic intelligence. And even though he is always irritable to talk anywhere, but that is precisely what makes it more interesting.

Hertoni only turned his head for a moment when he saw Dave and his wife arrive at the dinner table. The Servants swiftly drew seats for their Employers to sit.

Until the sambal tempe that was made by Dave was delivered by a waiter at the dinner table, Hertoni still did not say anything to the Grandson who sat opposite him and was separated by the table.

Several times Dave looked at his grandfather, but he said nothing. Erika who was sitting next to her Husband quietly looked at Dave, and gave the instructions for him to say hello.

But Dave just looked down and gulped. Making an 80-year-old woman with her hair painted in bright blonde was upset by her second prestige attitude.

They had breakfast quietly. Dave's eyes were rounded when his grandfather added sour vegetables up to 2 times with only sambal tempe. Though there Dave also cook other menus such as fried chicken and black pepper cow. But indeed the favorite menu Hertoni from the past is only acidic vegetables and fried tempeh. Yes, it is as simple as that menu that became the favorite Business Network Owner Sanjaya Company.

"When Dave rarely cooks, but the taste of his cooking remains unchanged, huh, honey...?" Erika opened the chat after she finished eating it and placed the spoon and fork in the upside down position on her used plate.

"....Yeah." yeah." Hertoni answered briefly after he had been silent for a while.

Dave who saw his Grandpa's reaction just kept quiet and fed the last spoon to his mouth, before he put his spoon and fork in the upside down position and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Yes what...?" Erika frowned. "Dave woke up earlier than us, he was tired of cooking your favorite menu. And you just said yes...?" Erika pretended to be angry.

Hertoni was indifferent to his wife's nagging, he took a glass glass filled with water and then drank it until it was almost finished.

"....What do you want Dave ?" asked Hertoni who made Dave's face instantly lift towards him.

Apparently it wasn't just Erika who felt Dave wanted to ask for something. Maybe because they know the character of his grandson, who will not be able to bother to cook someone if not because he himself wants to.

Believe me, Dave is unique. Generally, if our cooking is eaten and praised delicious, of course we will feel happy. Instead, Dave doesn't like it when just anyone eats his food. It is better that the food he makes is thrown into the trash rather than being eaten by someone he does not want. That is also what makes Dave very rarely do his hobby, although he likes cooking activities.

Hertoni was still looking at his grandson's face as well as he hid his anxiety, but still clearly depicted on his handsome face.

"You know I don't have much time for Dave." Hertoni said, glancing at his watch.

Dave again raised his face, while his hands under the dining table clasped together restlessly.

"....Grandpa..." Dave said slowly. He was afraid that his grandfather would be angry and not grant his wish. Grandpa and Grandma were sitting next to each other across the table. "...May... May I stay at Dad's house...??" dave's question made the two old men shocked.

"Did you say...??" Hertoni wasn't sure what he was hearing.

His wife immediately grabbed him by the arm, telling him to be patient.

"What's Dave for...?" this time it was Nenekny who asked. "You've been living with us for so long, why do you suddenly want to live there...?"

He saw the look on his Grandfather's face that had been wiped, and his Grandmother's face that looked worried.

Dave looked down, however Grandpa and Grandma were the surrogates for the parents who had been caring for and educating him all along. Dave respects them and tries to always please his second heart. But the desire to be close to his father was so great.

"...I. I just want to be like any other child who can live with his father." said Dave, looking down with a sad face.

Meanwhile in a luxurious Cemetery area with large inscribed natural stone inscribed, Memorial Hill.

Kirana in accompanied Shopie goes hand in hand through a path that divides the manicured Japanese grass with a pencil spruce tree on the edges.

"Why does it have to be today anyway...??" complained Shopie. He stopped walking, bent down with both hands resting on his knees. "Today's the last discount of my favorite make up brand..." Shopie's face.

"Yes, it's home !" said the girl who this time was only wearing an oversized shirt with her long hair in pigtails carelessly ketus.

"Here you say that, I made it to be accompanied. " Shopie turned her lips, making Kirana laugh.

They continued to walk uphill with a little breathless because the cemetery area was indeed located on the hill. And although it was still early morning, still with the parking lot far below, they had to walk far enough to reach the area of his tomb.

"By the way..why should it always be March 6th anyway..?" ask Shopie when they get to the top.

The view is very beautiful and shaded with green grass and frangipani trees that some abort the flowers to the tomb. Which although the meal is not in the perennial by the Family, but there is always a fresh flower from the Frangipani Tree on it.

"Where do I know." Kirana rubbed the sweat on her forehead with her left hand, while her right hand carried a basket full of flowers. "But many times Mother always reminds me that March 6th I must not forget the tomb of Opa and Om Rendy." Kirana.

Shopie was silent as if she was remembering something."...So remember when Opa died, you cried like that." Shopie glanced at her best friend who now looked down sad when she saw 3 tombs lined up in front of her.