The Bond of Our Love

CHAPTER 75 - Salad and strawberry juice

Rahul opens the refrigerator, then picks up a bottle of cold water to cool his hot head. But his eyes were instead fixed on the line of mayonnaise that was also stored in the refrigerator.

Rahul seemed to think. Shreya's condition since the allergy incident seems so concerning. The woman's appetite, which usually multiplies, is now decreasing.

Rahul again remembered the moment when Shreya craved midnight in Jakarta first. Shreya is very enthusiastic about eating fruit salads and strawberry juice. If now he made it again, would the food be powerful to arouse Shreya's appetite?

Rahul hesitated to make it or not. Fear later his efforts were in vain. It was a waste of food and waste. But finally Rahul decided to make it, using fruits and vegetables that are in the refrigerator.

Because Shreya is still recovering, so she will make vegetable salad as well. Better to try than not at all. He only hoped that this time the woman would come back to love her homemade food. Hope so.

"Eh. What is Mr Rahul doing?" Tegur Bu Olives politely when you see Rahul struggling with fruits, vegetables and other salad-making ingredients.

"This is Ma'am, I'm making salads and juices" Rahul replied without turning his head or stopping his activities.

"Can you sir?" Olive asked again with doubt. Not that he intended to underestimate his Master's friend, but it seems he rarely saw any men from the upper class, want to go down to the kitchen and do kitchen work like them.

"If I only make salads and juices, I'm used to kok Bu" Rahul replied again while putting the sliced fruits into the bowl. Then pour mayonnaise over it.

"Gee.... Mr. Rahul is great. Already handsome, good at business, smart also in kitchen problems" Fina who had been standing next to Miss Olives finally chimed in with a flirtatious smile staring at Rahul.

"Hus" Madam Zatun elbowed Fina's arm with her hardness. Makes the girl flinch.

"You don't freak Fina out. Mr. Rahul is Mr. Fajar's best friend. It could even be seduced. I will be aduin yes, same Mr. Dawn. Come on, help me clean the upstairs. Excuse me Sir" Omel Bu Olive. The middle-aged woman politely told Rahul before he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Quick Fina!" Shouted Miss Olives as she walked.

"Yes Ma'am" Sahut Fina with a sewot and eyeball that rotated facing the woman as bad as that. He glanced at Rahul and returned with a flirtatious smile. "Excuse me, Mr. Rahul"

"Yes-yes" Rahul replies with an amused smile. He shook his head after the young servant left him. Not out of thought, why the waiter who works at home is unique.

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Shreya entered the kitchen reluctantly. The condition of his body is still too lackluster to do the activity. Plus, with her stomach growing.

But he was bored if told to rest in the room continue. Moreover, he felt hungry now. When Dawn forced her to feed her, she had to convince the man that she would finish the meal herself.

That was all he could do for Dawn to stop bribing him. And Rahul did not feel the heartache of looking too far at the scene. Seeing the look full of jealousy and disappointment in the eyes of the man, made his heart ache too.

Shreya opened the food hood. Look around at the food available in that hood. But there is no food menu there that can arouse his appetite. He was confused, what exactly did he want?! Why doesn't he want to eat anything?!

Shreya stroked her stomach. Is this the birth of the fussy baby unclear? Instantly he remembered the fruit salad and strawberry juice made by Rahul at that time. His saliva was pouring out imagining the food and drink. Now that Rahul is here, should he ask the man to make it?

Nope, no! He was determined to stay away from the man. It is unlikely that now he is instead asking for salads and juices, which suggests that he still needs Rahul's attention. He should be able to round up his resolve. She must remember Dawn is her husband, not Rahul!!

In the midst of his lust for salad and strawberry juice, he suddenly saw the food and drink served at the table. Shreya went straight to the dining table. A bright smile on his face saw two bowls of fruit and vegetable salad complete with a glass of strawberry juice.

Without a second thought he immediately tasted the food and drink. His eyes widened to feel the pleasure of the salad and the juice. The exact same taste that Rahul once made.

He did not understand, when he was eager to eat salad and drink strawberry juice made by Rahul, or the food and drink that had appeared in front of him. And it feels exactly the same as Rahul's.

Did any fairies or angels grant her request? When the request can not he say directly to Rahul?

Shreya smiled strangely and shook his head. Hehe. There's just his mind. Maybe he's just as shy as in fairy tales. Because it was too drooling with food and drinks presented in front of him, Shreya immediately sat down and ate the salad of fruit, vegetables and juice with enthusiasm

He did not want to worry about who made it. But if from the exact same taste with the salad and juice made by Rahul, Shreya thought, could that man make all this for her?

Ah, it's impossible. Rahul must be busy right now. He must not have had time to do something like this. Must be Miss Olives or some other waiter who made all this.

Too cool to eat, he did not realize the presence of Rahul who observed him from far away. She smiled as she saw Shreya was still very fond of salads and juices. He was happy because his attempt to stir up the woman's appetite did not end in failure. But it even bears sweet fruit.

He was about to step up to Shreya when his phone rang. Inevitably Rahul must undo his intention to meet Shreya and raise a voice call from his assistant.

"Yes Adam? Gotta get there now? Yes, I'll be there soon" With a cell phone still stuck in his earlobe, Rahul left the room.

Feeling the sound not far from him, Shreya turned to confirm the source of the sound. But he found no one there. He shakes his shoulders while closing his lips. Then back to the food in front of him.

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"Eh Madam? You here it turns out?" Beware of Olives when they see Shreya at the table eating.

"Yes Mom. I hungry. When we arrived, there was a salad of fruit, vegetable and strawberry juice here. It tastes so good. Until it gets me hooked. It's Mom's make, huh?" Shreya turned her face up, looking at Olive Ma with a cheerful smile. Then go back to eating.

Miss Olives noticed two types of salads and a glass of juice that Shreya was eating with guts. He seems to know, who made all that.