The Secret With Bad Boy

Special fried rice

That morning, the breakfast made by Kinanti, smelled very delicious. The entire room was filled with fragrant spices stir-fried and mixed with rice and eggs. Kinanti intends to make a special fried rice with egg clamp on it.

After all the full moon, only now is Kinanti making fried rice. Time to make a breakfast that is heavier than just toast.

With both hands, Kinanti placed the two dishes of fried rice on the dining table. Lukman, who had just come out of his room, saw the busyness of the princess who was slicing cucumbers for him to put as a garnish. She loves the work associated with cooking and doing things beautifully.

“Bikin what father's son?” Lukman who just came out, brought with him a travel bag that he had filled full of clothes.

“Bikin fried rice dong. Did you forget the same smell? Though already Kinan add basil loh.” Kinanti exclaimed with excitement.

“Ohh pantesan very fragrant,” timpal Lukman as it approaches.

To be honest he lied to Kinanti because he actually did not smell anything. The function of his sense of smell began to decline. According to doctors, this happens because the cancer in the airway Lukman has started metastasizing or spreading.

“Come here sit down, we have breakfast first.” Kinanti waved her hand at Lukman for the father to come closer.

Lukman is approaching immediately. He sat in one of the chairs facing the Kinanti.

“Beautifully fried rice, exactly made by mom.” Lukman praised with all his heart.

“Hehehehe, yesaa. Semalem Kinan dreams of mother."

"Oh yeah? How's dream?" Lukman was really curious. For a long time his daughter did not tell him about the dream of meeting her mother.

"Em, I said, I'm going to go get you. But Kinan said his father Kinan, can not be taken with mother. That's what mom said. Kinan is very sad dad.” Kinanti's cheerful face turned mellow, the dream really felt like it was real.

The deg!

Lukman's heart stopped beating. The phrase Kinanti seems to be a reminder that the time is not long. But he still tried to look fine, he even smiled in order not to make his daughter sad.

“It was just a dream, Kinan can't be sad. Kan Kinan knows that you will never leave Kinan,” said Lukman with hope. He rubbed the child's cheek with love.

Indeed, compared to the fear of Kinanti, the fear is greater. He always thought, what would happen to his daughter if she left first? Who will take care of him later, when his time with Kinanti is completely exhausted.

“Iya, Kinan tau. Therefore Kinan makes a special fried rice made by mother for maybe the reason Kinan dreamin mother because of Kinan kangen very much the same mother.” Kinanti rubbed back Lukman's hand which cupped his face.

“Printer's son. So, Kinan should not be sad again yes.” Lukman rubbed Kinanti's head fondly.

“Iya daddy. But by the way where are you going? How to buy travel bag everything?” Kinanti slightly turned her eyes to see a travel bag that read “Ayah”.

“Oh, the.” Lukman also looked at the travel bag he kept on the chair.

“Dad there work out of town about a week. So I bring enough goods so do not buy there,” Lukman explained with teary eyes.

He deliberately looked at his travel bag on appeal explained while looking at the clear netra Kinanti because he did not want if then his daughter realized that he was lying.

“Kok new dad says? Semalem, shall we meet, why don't you tell me?” Kinanti scowled in annoyance.

Lukman tried to smile before turning to his daughter, he had to prepare himself to be stronger.

Kinanti did not necessarily believe, she looked at the father for a while like holding doubts.

“Where are you out of town? How long can that be? Though my father said that if we had moved to Jakarta, my father's work would only be around Jakarta aja.” Kinanti really showed her disappointment.

“Iyaa, I know that you promised Kinan. But, you also never thought that you would still get work to check the mines in Surabaya. Kinan calm down, it's like it won't be as often as the previous time.”

“Dad apologized yes because it has made Kinan disappointed,” pinta Lukman really.

Kinanti did not climb, he preferred to move from his place and then hugged Lukman. Lukman, who never prepared, was quite shocked by what his daughter did.

“Kinan is not disappointed dad, Kinan is just worried about dad. Kinan was afraid that he was exhausted and forgot to eat until he fell unconscious at that time. If you get sick, who keeps you there?” kinanti's voice sounded weak and seductive, full of anxiety.

Lukman was speechless, he only turned his face up for a moment, trying to hold back his tears that would soon drip. Several times he tried to breathe normally to relieve the choking in his throat that made it difficult for him to speak. It was hard to say anything to respond to her daughter.

“Daddy will be fine right there? There's a signal right there?” those are the two questions that Kinanti always asks whenever Lukman will travel far.

“Of course dad will be fine. Kan father has Kinan who became the encouragement of father.” It was hard for Lukman to speak loudly. Trying to hold back the crying in his chest.

Kinanti let go of his embrace then looked fixedly at Lukman. He also rubbed Lukman's cheeks affectionately, cheeks that had started to sag from a face that looked exhausted.

“Promise Kinan that father will always ngabarin Kinan. Don't reject Kinan's phone let alone bales Kinan's message the next day. Promise?” the beautiful girl showed her pinky to Lukman.

“Ya, promise father.” In the spirit of Lukman fused his pinky with the pinky of Kinanti. They made it look like they were making a promise to each other.

“Okey, because I want to travel, this time Kinan will bribe dad. Let dad eat it a lot and be healthy while at work.” Kinanti took Lukman's plate and sat down beside his father.

“So, dad bribed nih?” lukman's face looks bright.

“Iya dong's. It was a time when Kinan was a little boy, the father who bribed Kinan. Now, it's Kinan's turn to bribe dad. Aaaa..” Kinanti fed a spoonful of fried rice to Lukman.

“Waah, I am really honored,” said Lukman who then opened his mouth.

One mouthful of it made it into his mouth.

“Where, tasty?” Kinanti immediately asked.

“Ya, very nice. Exactly made by mother,” said Lukman with a voice that began to vibrate.

"Hihihi thankfully. Kinan will learn another cook similar to mother's cooking. So if we miss the mother, we make the usual food mom made while do'ain mom in heaven there," said Kinanti.

"Yes dear," one swipe was given by Lukman over the head of his daughter.

During that breakfast session, Lukman continued on the Kinanti bribe. After it runs out, the Kinanti is fed by Lukman. They look happy, teasing each other until they both laugh out loud. Lukman hopes that this will not be his last breakfast with Kinanti.

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