The Enchantment of Madam

Sial

It didn't feel like it was the tenth day when I asked for time to melt his heart to Gothic Ma'am. There has been no significant change and I don't know if I can melt his heart or not? Especially until this moment, Mbak Gothic is still always fierce towards me. However, rather than him mute I would rather he talk a lot even with a chat without pause.

Tonight I prepare the things I need during my stay. Yes, tomorrow morning we will go to Jogjakarta to see business opportunities and all I look for the figure of mama.

The figure of the woman who gave birth to me, but until I was twenty-one I did not know her face. When I was two years old my mom left me and I really didn't remember her face at all.

I started putting in some shirts and also trousers, t-shirts and also shorts to relax at night. I zipped a small suitcase after all the clothes and laptops had been put in.

Not wanting to run off finally decided to go to sleep immediately even though the clockwork still pointed to the number nine less. I don't know how long I slept until I finally woke up when I heard the water fell on the roof of the house.

"Ah, it was raining" I murmured when I saw the raindrops that were quite heavy seen from the room because the window forgot I was closed.

I opened the thick blanket that wrapped the body. I came out of the blanket deck just to close the window because the wind was cold enough and the smell of the ground was triggered by my sense of smell.

"Gothic Mother?" I murmured when I saw the Gothic Mother standing in the corner of the balcony.

The Gothic ma'am is behind me. I don't know what he is doing and slowly I walk to the balcony of his room past the balcony divider of the room.

It seems like Gothic ma'am was unconscious when I was already standing behind him. I saw his spring fingers looking up at the drops of water that were falling quite fast at this time as well as the long-sleeved pajamas that he folded up to his elbow.

"Why is it still here?" It seems my question surprised him.

The body of the Gothic Mother looked aghast and spontaneously the hand that was scooping the water was splashed right in my face.

"Lele? What are you doing here? Just ngagetin!" his jolt as my face got wet from the splashing of water from his hand.

"Yee .. I asked him back to ask."

"Yes, I asked too. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Nemenin Ma'am, la. What else?"

"So, I didn't ask to be stopped," he replied sounding timidly as he looked the other way.

"Gue wants to, really."

Silent.

Mbak Gothic is still silent and his fingers still play the drops of water that fall is still quite swift. Actually it's quite cold even I've had a little flu even though I don't sneeze.

"Get in, it's gonna hurt. Aren't we going to Jogja in the morning?" I said.

"Yes. You sleep first, my eyes are not sleepy, but I was asleep, really," he said.

It's been a while since the fingers of the Gothic Mother had played rainwater so I pulled her arm so she would stop putting her hand on the falling drops tonight.

His fingers look wrinkled and pale.

"Tuh, right. My hands are cold."

I rubbed his wet palm with my long-sleeved shirt. It was pretty dry and I finally rubbed his cold hands so that it was warm enough.

Silent.

Slowly I let go of my hand that was holding his fingers, and then I looked at his face.

"Sorry," I said as I looked at the round eyes of the Gothic Sister looking at me fixedly.

"Sir papa. Yes, we have a rest" he said, then went into the room leaving me on the balcony of the room.

My lips were turned upside down because I thought he would get angry when I intimately clasped his fingers.

"Yes! Progress for me can rub the hands of the Gothic Mother. Tomorrow I can rub what else, huh?" my mummy is still on the balcony of the Gothic Mother's room.

The voice of the Gothic Mbak sounded thunderous as if breaking the sound of rain drops that were even getting louder.

My lips were re-engraved when I saw that the room lights of the Gothic Mother were still on. Time had indeed pointed to the number one, but the eyes seemed reluctant to be closed.

I walked and went into the room. Back to bed and pull the blanket. My body is warm, but my eyes are still awake.

I don't know how long I've been awake even though my body has warmed up. Until I finally decided to go to the family room.

I closed the door slowly, afraid to disturb the rest of the Gothic Mother. Get down the stairs and grab the television remote after being in the living room, then turn on the 42-inch LED.

Damnit damnit! The show on television is even adult shows that are quite sultry when watching it. Not wanting anyone to rebel I finally chose to move the television program channel, but nothing interesting until I decided to turn it off.

The eyes are still reluctant to be closed, even more fresh even without the slightest drowsiness.

"Maybe I'm hungry" I murmured.

I got up from the sofa and put the television remote on the table then walked into the kitchen looking for food. Maybe, after my stomach recalls my eyes will fall asleep.

Damnit damnit! I'm having bad luck tonight. In the kitchen there is no food, even the side dishes have been stored in the refrigerator. How am I supposed to eat when the fish is cold like this ice?

Finally I decided to cook instant noodles that seemed easy when seeing commercials on television. I grabbed the pot and filled it with water, then I waited until it boiled before I put the noodles into it like the picture in the package of serving suggestions.

"Wait three minutes" I murmured with a smile after putting noodles in the boiling water.

Ah, God. Why does it seem like my bad luck is not over? My stomach was heartburn and I finally went to the toilet in the kitchen.

"Ah, relievedaa," I muttered as I raised my pants.

Take a leisurely walk out of the toilet to the kitchen. Looking at the noodles that turned out the water was almost receding.

"Add more water" I murmured while putting a glass of water in the pot and waiting for it to boil.

I present to the bowl after the water in the pot boils and I-test the taste that feels––

"No taste," I murmured while choking unsavory. Yes, instant noodles without flavor.

"What are you, Le?" ask the Gothic ma'am who doesn't want anything.

"Noodle cooking, but no taste. Though a famous brand," ketusku annoyed.

"Times, anyway?" The Gothic ma'am looks in disbelief. I feel like I cooked right.

The Gothic ma'am walked towards me who was still standing near the stove. He grabbed a spoon then tasted a little noodle sauce in the bowl.

"Nice, right? Tasteless, like the love of Mbak to me," I said when I saw the expression of the face of the Gothic Mbak who looked flat.

The flattish face was now looking up at me with a fierce look. Where was my fault this time?

"What does the taste of noodles have to do with my race? You banding-wants me to be like instant noodles?" tanya Gothic pitched fierce invite noisily.

"Not loading, but––"

Not even my words were over, Mother Gothic again interrupted my words.

"People, your noodles are tasteless not because you are not good at cooking, but the spice you have not entered yet!" mbak Gothic said while showing the instant noodle seasoning wrap that I have not input even I open it not.

"Cobain now!" The Gothic mama gave the bowl an instant noodle after she put the spice into the bowl.

"Enak, Mother. Means the taste of Mbak will also be delicious if I condiment, huh?" my God answered with a shout.

"LEELE!!!"