Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

A promise?

Tonight the weather was so cold, because it had just rained heavily on the city. When I got home from work earlier, I found the ingredients in the freezer and my passion for cooking appeared instantly. There's enough dinners tonight I'm gonna make. There are sour shell kale, terigu— fried squid is a favorite of Farah—udang stir-fry rica, spicy sour rica steamed squid and seafood soup. As soon as Farah woke up from her sleep, she happily sat sweetly on the dining table chair and began to taste one by one the food that had been served at the table. This kid is greedy again. Surprisingly, how fun it was to be him, eating as much as he could, but still, his weight remained ideal.

Basic tiny!

“Eh, why not eat? Don't say diet anymore, yeah. You want to miss this delicious cuisine?” he looked at me who was just looking at him earlier and it made me smile. I'm shaking.

He even ate very well!

“Oh, eat, huh? I thought I'd like to go to Barasanji first,” timpalku plain. His mouthfuls instantly stopped, then looked at me questioningly in frowning brows.

“Barasanji?” it was like he thought for a moment and laughed. It is indeed a tribal customary term here for a food dish to be recited some long prayer verses for the ancestors, more or less like that. I told him about this term.

Farah returned to feed her food. “Lah, even daydreaming! Want to eat or not?” it was the chirps that made me smile again.

"Yes, I eat. But, by the way, last meal, when?” my question made her choke and only the ruckus was heard from me while holding out a glass of water for her.

“Pelan-pelan hence!” my teasing chimpanzee held back the laughter that made this woman just look at me sharply. “Wait!”

“What, anyway?”

"Don't tell me this is food in the freezer?"

“Em—hm, then?”

“Aduh, Key, it's for tomorrow! My dear it will come tomorrow and ask for macakin,”

“Wah, nice, dong! Cie, who is already good at cooking!” my God was carefree, then returned to bribe food.

"Keysa? " Farah's whine sounded with an exaggerated tone.

“Key?” repeat again, this time his hand pulled my hand repeatedly—slow and made the food that was on the spoon scattered everywhere.

Oh my God, this kid!

“What, anyway? I'm eating! Please, let me enjoy my dinner!”

“Iya, but it is... “ her tone is even very spoiled and deliberately exaggerated.

I kept the spoon on the plate, then looked at it narrowed.

Like something's wrong!

She smiles shyly. Then, “Of course you are, right, that cook—eits! Can not protest, yes, this is in exchange for responsibility for cooking my ingredients,” his mouth quickly interjected at the end of the sentence when he saw my mouth half open to say something. And finally, I sighed and relented after rolling my eyes.

“Who eats a lot, who's responsible! The feeling I just tasted and just sucked,” my snatch muttered which only made him chuckle.

“Alright! Anyway, I'm glad you have a boyfriend. Yeah, I hope you can stay with him. Well, what time is he coming tomorrow?”

“Aamin, do’a good friend must always be cabulinized. He's coming tomorrow afternoon!”

“What?” Farah nodded with innocent.

What does he think I'm not busy with?

“Come on, Key, this time only, please? Help me to look good in front of him,”

Well, tinggu!

My eyes looked at him narrowed. “It looks like there's a mode, nih.” It was my murmur that made her smile that seemed to be made sweet. “Tell me!” maksulku.

“What?” spoiled Farah.

“Enough, Far, don't be so cute, tell me for real!”

Well, he chuckles silly.

“Key is kind, sweet, pretty, and everything I have on you ... Please, dong, cook for us before leaving for work, please?” it was a spoiled sahut that made me roll my eyes in the initial sentence, but immediately glared at the final sentence.

“I mean, you want to admit in your ‘sayang’ that if you are the one cooking?” kusimpu guess.

And he nodded innocently with a contrived smile. My eyes rolled again, then snorted.

Really this kid!

It's not that I don't want to help him as his ‘ friend’, but the ridiculous way it's just as deceiving. He said lover, but such a small thing did not dare to be honest and even have the heart to lie to him. Wouldn't loving someone the best thing is admitting weakness? I think that's where perfection lies, complementing and covering each other. It's strange!

He was still waiting while looking at me anxiously expectantly.

“Eat him, learn to cook! I told you, right, one day you will definitely need that skill, my” chatter while grabbing her nose and pulling it which made Farah grimace in pain and try to keep my hand away from her tiny nose.

“Ih, Key, ah, don't use nose pull too! The point is, yes or no? Even if not, it should still be yes!”

“Who asks, who answers! But I didn't expect, you really love her, huh? Until his whole fight for him,”

“It's time you understood everything, Key. You know, sometimes love makes the heart understand, but logic doesn't, and vice versa. And when you find it, believe me, you just listen to your heart, and shut your ears tight,”

“It sounds like weird, indeed!”

“Yes, there you go! After all, you shut your heart to such a thing for four years, why such amnesia?” I laughed crisply. Either laugh at me, or my best friend's term.

“Sentence, Far. But you know, sometimes I'm afraid of finding it back. Scared, in the end I was getting more and more clueless and not finding my way home, until I got lost,”

“Eatya, use Map or ojek online, Darling!” she laughed, ruffled my hair and passed. Before he turned towards the corridor of his room, he briefly shouted. “So, you helped me, right?”

“Iya, sucks!” I shouted smiling and then shook my head in concern.

Fuck up!

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The morning welcomes so cold. Last night it was raining heavily, not even the blanket beat the cold. My nose is running water again because of the weather. I don't know. Why every rainy season like this, susceptible to flu. My sneezing was heard over and over again, and it really sucks. Moreover, the flu has begun to affect my head which causes pain and pain in the eye nerves. I seem to be absent from work today. Although, have obtained permission from Mr. Dion—even he who forced me to miss and rest today— when calling me in the morning blind earlier with the aim of reminding to prepare the file in advance for the meeting material later. But yes, he is still the best boss. Always understand the state of his employees and prioritize the health of employees. Perhaps that was the reason why no matter where he managed or held the company, everyone was disinclined by him. Attention, his wise and gentle demeanor was always inherent. Such a superior is rarely obtained between his assertiveness.

“Yakin, want to cook today?” asked Farah in between my activities that were washing vegetables and other ingredients.

Really, the cure doesn't work!

I nodded quickly. “And let your efforts to go to the supermarket in the morning blind be in vain? After all, as long as you are not afraid of contracting, I work on it,” my people hoarsely while wearing a mask.

He smiled at me. “I believe in you. After all, health graduates certainly know cleanliness well, right?” the light that still hugged me.

“Oh yes, she likes what food?” ask when washing vegetables and all ingredients, then fruit.

“Anything, Key. He is not picky, kok.”

“Oke, fine! Looks like I adjusted the ingredients here and your taste,”

He nodded enthusiastically. “I trust you, baby! While you cook, I want to take a shower first. Congratulations helping!” she then kissed my cheek before it passed which made me smile.

He looks so happy. I just realized, it seems like it is the appearance of a kasmaran heart. It's even so sweet. Although, the spoiled attitude of the woman had indeed not changed, at that old age it was still like that. It's true, sometimes love easily changes a person. Really weird. But, maybe mama's right, love is like gum. So elastic and soft. You can do whatever you want, smile when it's sweet, but when the tasteless has arrived, that's when you're uncomfortable. But behind it all, there is a substitute that makes you feel the same thing and time again. It feels weird, but sometimes it's fun.

The activity of cutting my vegetables instantly stopped, when I saw the girl still standing not far from the kitchen bar, staring at me like watching. But the look on his face looked like it was upset.

“What's up?”

He thaws, “Don't think I don't know, yeah, fill it in your head. I know that expression! So, stop babbling in your heart!” it was a narrowing that made me chuckle.

Apparently, all this time he was observing. I did say a few words about him directly, apparently he knew.

“Indeed, what do I think?” my challeng who was smacking a smile held back a laugh.

His sighs sounded excessive. “You talked about old and spoiled, right?” my laughter echoes.

“Already, shower there!” he snorted, then chipped and then passed.

I then cut the potato dice after peeling, chili and also onion. Because the ingredients are only tofu, chicken and also squid, so it looks like it will mmbuaat steak tofu spicy chicken, fried calamari flour and barbaque steamed squid.

I don't know since when, but the phone has been near me and crazy again, the video call phone has been connected with .... Navroy's? Holy hooch!

“Hai.” His greeting was light with a smile, when the phone was connected as soon as I was about to turn off. I looked down in closed eyes. It feels really embarrassed.

Damnit damnit!

His voice was silent now, and then the little smile appeared there, as I ventured to raise my face and look at the screen of the mobile phone—after repeatedly taking a breath, then removing my mask.

“P-morning, Mr. Pakistan.” Kikuk sapaku.

His smile was broken. That reflex smile always happens if I call it by that term.

“Again, Ms. India.” My smile evaporates. Just help me relax.

I cut back on the groceries, after putting the phone in front of me, to keep seeing it.

“You where?” my question is still in English. I cut the chicken meat. I deliberately took her chest and upper thighs so that the texture was perfect.

“In my place.” The background wall is beautiful. Patterns like flower batik with brown-white color. Looks cool.

“How are you?”

“Good.”

“Oh.”

“Iya. And yuuu? Your voice sounds weird, does it hurt?”

I'm nodding. “Slightly. Only flu, maybe weather effects.”

“Oh. May it heal quickly.”

“Thank you, Navroy. Oh yeah, I'm bothering you?”

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Ya.”

Silent.

For some reason, this kind of atmosphere was always between our chats.

Really, God, that thing of yours really sucks!

“Mm, Key, you're cooking, yes?” I raised my face. Try to control the expression, as calmly as possible. Stay cool, Man!

“Iya! Here's some food for lunch later. My best friend will have a guest later. So, yes, a little help.”

“Oh, great!”

Silence back.

That only? Can anything be shorter than that?

I sighed repeatedly that began to get upset, while bowing my body in the kitchen bar, so as not to see the effort to catch my breath.

“Have eaten?” ask again when I reappear.

“Ya, already. Thank you!”

I'm sighing.

Whatever!

“Oh yes, today you are busy?” askaku who began to be indifferent with a short answer and his cold attitude.

“Not really. Just go to the bookstore.”

“Oh, yes? Over where? I also plan to buy some books,”

“Di Mall Mari. But I think you're sick, so it's better to rest,”

“It's okay! Anyway today I'm free work, so being together is okay!”

“No need! Anyway, I promised you. So, see you! I will still wait for you there, in the mall yard,” my mouth and then disconnect the phone.

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