The Twin CEOs of Amnesia

The problem of fried rice

The morning sun now began to peek from the eastern horizon, and seemed timid. Bima squirmed and started to open her eyes slowly. He looked to the side and he did not find Ayunda.

"Where's Ayu?" batin Bima while sitting and spreading her gaze to all corners of the room. However, he did not find where his wife was.

"Darling! where are you?" Bima tried to call but no one answered at all.

"What time is it?" Bima glanced at the wall and saw the clock that turned out to still show at 7 am.

"Still clock this way. But where did he go?" Bima finally decided to get off the bed and walk straight to the bathroom.

"Darling, are you in there?" Bima knocked on the door, but still there was no answer. Finally the man opened the door slowly and peered inside.

"She wasn't in the bathroom at all. Where the hell is he?" batin Bima, while deciding to get out of the room.

Bima went down the stairs and she stepped into the kitchen. The man then carved a smile on his lips as soon as he saw the woman he was looking for from earlier was being solemn in front of the stove. Looks like the woman is cooking breakfast for the first time in their new home..

"What's the cook, honey?" Bima immediately hugged Ayunda's waist from behind and kissed his wife's shoulder.

"Darling, are you awake?" asked Ayunda on the sidelines of her shock, getting a sudden hug.

"If I'm here, it's awake, right? I look for you everywhere, it turns out to be here," said Bima who still faithfully hugged his wife's waist.

"I'm sorry, I see you're sleeping really well. I can't wake you up. We're not staying at my mom's house anymore, so, I want to make our own breakfast" said Ayunda while still slicing the onion in front of her.

"What do you want to cook?"

"Fried rice only, which is simple," Suddenly, Bima felt something strange sensation happening in her stomach. He felt his stomach like it was being stirred, and wanted to vomit, as soon as he heard the word fried rice.

Bima also without thinking for a long time immediately released his embrace and ran towards the sink to spill what was urgent to come out of that mouth. However, nothing came out of the man's mouth, it was just that the urge to vomit was growing

"What's wrong with you, honey?" Ayunda put down her knife and turned around to see what had happened to her husband Bima.

"Yes, I'm sorry, it seems like I catch a cold, because all night not wearing clothes, dear," said Bima man while washing his mouth.

"You didn't stop last night. Surprised me," Ayunda pursed her lips, recalling the desolation of her husband, who was completely different from usual.

Bima then chuckled, and

Bima now felt a little relieved, and walked to the chair. The man landed his body sitting in a chair.Meanwhile, Ayunda resumed his activities that had been delayed.

Just as Ayunda put the onion into the hot oil, Bima's stomach felt nauseous again, so she ran back to the sink. This time the feeling of nausea is greater than the first one. The man was not even strong and sat under the sink.

"What the hell are you, honey? Why is your face so pale?" Ayunda stretched out her hand touching Bima's forehead.

"Not hot, Kok," the woman muttered with her eyebrows knitted.

"I don't know, honey. All of a sudden this morning I felt like my stomach was stirring and wanting to vomit, but strangely, you see for yourself, I didn't spit anything out, which was just the sour taste I felt," clearly Bima while sitting in a chair.

"Oh, maybe you really did catch a cold. Later I will try to apply wind oil to your stomach" said Ayunda gently while helping her husband to stand up.

" You sit down first! I want to continue making the fried rice so you can have breakfast quickly,"

Again Bima felt nauseous when she heard the word fried rice coming back out of Ayunda's mouth. However, Bima tried to refrain from running back to the sink. But once imagined fried rice, his stomach increasingly felt stirred, so that the man could not hold himself anymore.Bima also ran back to the sink.

"What the hell are you, honey?" Ayunda started to look panicked.

"I really don't know, honey. I feel nauseous imagining fried rice" said Bima with sweat dripping on her temple..

"Couldn't you? isn't that your favorite food?" the corner of Ayunda's eyes rose upwards, staring at Bima with a probing gaze. "I cooked it on purpose because I know you like it so much. You know for yourself that I don't like fried rice at all, but for the sake of pleasing you I keep cooking it for you" continued Ayunda again.

"I really don't know, honey. Please don't cook fried rice anymore!" bima said with a face that was getting pale.

"So what do you want to cook?" ask Ayunda

"I'll just eat some bread. I think that's enough!" Ayunda exhaled with a single blow, suddenly feeling annoyed.

"You must be pretending, so that I don't cook. Just tell me honestly that you doubted my cooking!" namel Ayunda again pursed her lips. The woman is now suddenly feeling sensitive and begins to make her own assumptions.

"Gosh, it's not like that, honey. I really feel nauseous just imagining fried rice alone," Bima tried to convince his wife.

"Hmm, you think I'm that stupid to believe? it is impossible just to imagine being able to get sick. You're honest, Bima, if you're reluctant to eat because it's not the mama who cooks, right? haven't tried my cooking yet you doubt it. I can cook, Bima, even if only simple cooking. If it was just cooking fried rice, I was used to doing it," Ayunda started chattering, with a hostile look, making Bima scratching at all. If the woman in front of him had just called his name, it was certain that he was really upset.

"Darling, I swear by nothing I didn't mean it that way," Bima rubbed her face violently, puzzled to explain, as she did not know what the reason was.

Weleh does not have to swear everything. Just tell me what I said was true. In fact, I tried to enjoy your favorite food, even though I did not like it," Ayunda pursed her lips, but still grabbed the bread and applied jam to the bread.

"Yes, God. How the hell am I supposed to explain it? and this again ... why do I suddenly not like fried rice? but maybe it's just today. Maybe tomorrow I will come back to like fried rice" whispered Bima to herself.

Tbc