The Womb to the Young Master

The Eps 27

Prilly was already completely asleep when Revan returned from escorting Doctor Hilman to the doorstep. The girl looked good, even though she was on an empty stomach.

So, you seem to have slept? He murmured in the heart.

A moment later closed the door so as not to wake Prilly. After all the fatigue that night did not necessarily make Revan immediately fall asleep in the shadow of a dream. Prilly's request was considered quite sacred, he decided to find his own merchant who sold porridge.

Wearing only a thin t-shirt and cardigan, Revan is determined to get out, using the car he's looking for. Revan splits the street, crashing into the cold of the night in Seoul City. That handsome face did not look daunted in the slightest despite being exposed to icy-cold air. It took time in his search this time, but it turned out that exhausting struggle was fruitless. Regret is not the true nature of Revan, even though he never met the five-footed porridge sword, Revan did not give up.

If I can't find it, I'll make it myself.

One of the old shops owned by Revan's friends became the last port.

I wish I could get that recipe in this store.

Beeping. Beeping.

He parked his vehicle in front of the store, pressing the lock button on the car key before leaving it.

The shop with a transparent glass design on the front showed a number of visitors who crowded the table in there. Revan came in, greeted by one of the servants.

"Sorry, Sir. Our table is still full, you can wait for it first, or if you can't wait, we can't stop you from finding another store." He spoke with friendly.

Revan stared at him closely, the body that had been exposed to cold air made his nose look frozen and deadly. The servant could only down the saliva due to the cold gaze from Revan.

Glug.

"I'm here to find the chef and the owner of this restaurant."

"Eh?" He jerks. "But he was busy in the kitchen."

"Then tell him I'm looking for him."

"Ah, yes, fine." He grumbled when he left.

Asking me to call the chief, he himself did not mention a name, he thought the chief would serve him. He grumbled in annoyance.

The man headed for the kitchen room, a place where several chefs were seen busy cooking.

"What's up, is there a new order?" One of the cooks asked him.

"No, where's the chief?"

"Here, what's up?" The man nicknamed the chief made a sound, making the waiter turn to him.

He was seen busy with plastic gloves united on his fingers, and a centong he used to stir the soup.

"Someone's looking for you, Chief."

"Who?"

"Not knowing."

"Tell him, I'm busy." The chef of the store owner still faithfully stirred the soup sauce in the cauldron, occasionally tasted it, then put some spices in it.

"But, Chief, he said he'd like to see you. His face is cold, scaring me, Chief."

"Ah, you're a coward."

"I'm serious, Chief."

"Is that so?"

A small nod he gave, became the answer to the chief's question.

The chief then called on other chefs to entrust his work to them, he began taking off the gloves, putting them on the table, also removing the apron and toque blanches, hang the armor to the available iron hangers. Then began to walk hand in hand with the waiter towards the outside area.

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A few moments later, Revan saw him heading out to the main area of the shop. The man looked surprised by the presence of Revan who was visiting his simple restaurant.

"Revaan!" He was surprised, welcoming. "Tumben once you visit, what's the need, it's been a long time since you last came here."

"A-ha-ha, I'm sorry, I've been too busy taking care of my parents' company." Revan said.

"Well, you're getting more successful, look at you, the better looking you are."

"A-ha-ha, don't you, you're overreacting."

"I'm just talking what it is. Oh yes, sorry, at night like this my shop is always crowded with visitors, so you will not be able to sit. Ah, how about we just talk in my room."

"That's not necessary. I'm here because I need a little help."

"Hmm, what kind of help?"

"Ah .. how to say it ...."

"Tell me."

"Look, I need you to teach me how to make a porridge menu."

The restaurant owner was silent for a moment. As if not believing what Revan said, then suddenly broken. "What are you kidding me for?"

"Ahh this .. does sound a little silly, but I'm serious." Revan spoke without making a small laugh, making the chief fixated for a moment.

"Well, this should be easy, I'll teach you, come to my kitchen."

This is the first time Revan has done something that is completely out of instinct. The cold man who was only talented in the business world was plunged into the kitchen space of a small restaurant, for the sake of an achievement that is to give the best porridge for a woman. Yeah, she's a woman who's now fast asleep in her apartment, a woman who's most likely pregnant with a baby from her seed.

God, am I really doing this, this is really ridiculous. I can't believe I'm doing this for a woman.

He murmured in his heart, still unable to believe what he was doing.

*****

Priska grumbled in her room. That night, for the first time he went back to sleep in his old room, after many years he chose to live separately to a luxury apartment, now finally back on foot in the nostalgic room because of the act of pretending his amnesia.

What am I supposed to do, separate from Revan for two days? I was trapped in my own game. Pretending amnesia I think is the best way. Ahh stupid!

He cursed himself.

Out of the room or not?

Kriyet.

Someone opened the door of his room, the small creaking sound of the door leaf made him hide behind a blanket, pretending to sleep.

"Priska, Sayaang?" The man turned out to be Madame Sharta, her own birth mother. His steps galloped in the room room, getting closer, then close his seat on the bed. He opened a blanket plan that closed the perfect body of the girl just his way.

Priska was still acting, still closing her eyes as if she was completely asleep.

"Priska, get up, eat a little." The girl opened her eyes slowly. He glanced, then turned away.

"No, I don't know you." He turned his body, tilted to the left.

"Priska, why don't you, it's Mama, honey."

"But still I don't know you, ma'am."

Deg.

Priska's lying statement made her mother's heart slightly stunned.

"Alright, I'd like to eat, but only if my husband feeds me."

Dismissed hope, Madame Sharta almost gave up, it was from the beginning she persuaded but always Revan was sought.

"Alright, Honey. We'll see your husband in the morning, yeah, so now Priska eats first, okay."

"really?"

"Yes, honey, so what do you want to eat now?"

"Gee!"Priska mangosteen, an innocent smile emanated on her face, as if she was a girl who knew nothing, slowly Mistress Sharta stroked the tip of her daughter's head. Implied on his face was a feeling of unease, while Priska herself pranced inwardly.

Yess, wellcome to my life, Revan. I'll make sure you'll just look at me. And for you Prilly, goodbye village girl.

*****

Sunlight again brightened the morning, warm atmosphere because wrapped in blankets still seeped in Prilly's body. He blinked. Sleeping all night after being smitten with a hangover made him so sound. He circulated the view, sweeping the spacious room with white cream shades.

What time is it, is it possible that Revan has already left for work?

Prilly woke up, shuffled out of bed. Almost he fell on the first step when stepping on the floor because of a body that was still too weak.

Crew.

Oh, my God, it feels so hungry.

He stroked the stomach that had sounded, limp. A little bit of Prilly's lunglai headed outside the room.

The aroma of favorite porridge instantly kicked his sense of smell.

Hmm, the smell of this dish is so good. I didn't inhale wrong, did I?

Prilly tried to look around, heading to the kitchen room to make sure that the scent he was inhaling was not wrong. However, just now that his steps had arrived there, now a different scene welcomed his presence.

Yes, Prilly was a little flabbergasted when she saw Revan who had a little trouble cooking something in front of the stove table. The sound of a hand cutting vegetables using a knife combined the sound of cooking boiling in a pot sounded melodious. Sometimes we hear a grimacing sound.

He looked there, but Revan did not see because of his position on his back to the girl, one apron seemed to complement Revan's appearance when cooking, as if he was already like a reliable chef.

Prilly pulled out a chair, he sat down in front of the dining table with a smile and linked his arms under his chin. Every now and then he chuckled at Revan who screamed as he accidentally touched the hot pot in front.

"Need help?" Prilly's question surprised him.

"Eh?" He turned and smiled. "You awake?"

"Gee!" The girl's mangosteen did not escape pinning a smile. "What is the master cooking?"

"Currently, are you curious?"

"Hmm, a little."

"Well, you wait there, okay?" He took a bowl, poured the food into it. Mix it up by including some spices to complete the look of that menu.

Sighing slightly Revan brought the hot bowl onto the table in front of Prilly. Even though he had used gloves, making Prilly laugh amusedly.

"What is this, porridge?"

"Yes, I made it for you" he said, closing his seat in the chair opposite Prilly.

Seriously, this handsome guy made me some porridge? Uncchhh I'm crispy ....

Prilly's cheek blush.

"I don't know if you like it or not, but I hope you like it. This .. try." He handed a spoon to Prilly. The girl greeted, then started stirring. He took a bite, blew it before putting it in his mouth.

The savory sensation combined with the aroma of spices was delicious in the first feed.

"Hmm, this is so good, hmm." Prilly to enter two mouthfuls at once, almost choking on it."

"Ah, eat it slowly," said Revan. "You must be starving, yeah."

"Hu-um, since yesterday's full day I almost threw up, it feels like none of the food is stuck in the stomach, I got weak." He laughed softly.

"Hahahha, is that it?"

"Huum."

"So you like my porridge?"

"Yes, this is delicious."

"Good, then spend it."

Prilly replied with a warm smile. "Since when have you been good at making them?"

"I. .. just open the recipe through you tube."

"really?"

"Of course."

Wahhh, he's great.

"So great sir." Revan seemed embarrassed to get praise from Prilly, but the girl did not realize it because she was so excited to devour the porridge made by Revan.

"What day you don't work."

"Yes, I'm off."

Did ya? Is it because of me.

"I'm off because today we're going to the clinic, we're going to have your womb checked."

Deg.

Oh yeah, I just remembered, last night the doctor suggested you take me to the gynecologist.

Prilly's face changed.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing." The food began to slow down.

I'm happy if I'm pregnant, but somehow my day is hurting, is this a mother's feeling for her child when she knows she's going to be separated at a later date.

Instantly Prilly daydreams, his shadow is cast on the biological mother who can bear to leave him to pursue a rich businessman.

Is it true that father said, mother left me for a rich businessman? Didn't you feel as sad as I felt when I knew you were going to be apart?

All those endless questions of answers came back to haunt his mind.

"Prilly, what's wrong?"

"Ah." He was shocked. "Nothing, Sir."

Maybe the porridge is bad, but it looks like last night I learned it right. Inner Revan muttered.

"All right, I'll get ready first. You just continue eating it." He threw that smile before leaving. Prilly mangosteen, say thank you.

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