UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 81

Shanghai, China.

After a vacation in Korea, Steve and Dinda return to Shanghai. At his parents' house, they have a few days left to return to Indonesia.

From his room upstairs, Steve, who was reading a book casually on the bed, suddenly smelled the delicious aroma of cooking.

Steve who leaned his body on the bed felt interested to pick up the aroma of cooking that made him want to taste it.

"What is Indonesian cooking?" Steve sniffed the familiar aroma of cooking on his nose. "It is impossible that Mama cooks, instead of domestic assistants no one can cook typical Indonesian, why the smell of Indonesian cuisine?"

Steve closed the book, he put his foot down. He wondered who cooked his favorite dishes. The cuisine he so memorized, the cuisine that reminded Steve of someone he loved dearly.

In the kitchen doorway, from behind the back of the woman who was using a green apron, busy with her cooking activities.

Steve memorized, it's Dinda. The girl who cooks.

From behind Dinda, Steve quietly hugged her.

"Has right, I was like knowing the aroma of this cuisine, it turns out that the mother of my children is preparing food for her husband," Steve teased.

Dinda ignores Steve, even though he hugs her romantically.

"Yes good cooking, I'm going to have some delicious wife-made meals today" whispered Steve.

Dinda turned the body. "That's for sure" replied Dinda. "If you keep flirting with me, I'll think of you who bullied me that night. Do you remember!" Dinda.

Steve refuses to forget, he gulps bad saliva. "What kind of pranks?"

"What kind of pranks?" Dinda. "You remember, the first time you made that ridiculous agreement. You asked me to cook. And you think that I'm gonna fuck you, and in fact you're the one who bullies me."

Steve wanted to chuckle as he recalled the incident that night. Where Dinda cooks her favorite dishes but Steve claimed not to like the cuisine that Dinda made.

But the food actually makes Steve passionate to spend entirely without waste.

"Yes, I remember. I did it on purpose" Steve admitted. "But I'm not lying. Indeed, basically your cooking is spicy, so that my tongue feels burning when eating it," said Steve lying.

Dinda laughed out loud, covering her agape mouth withholding laughter. "The grumpy master is weird," hardened Dinda. "But the cooking inside is not too spicy. Because at that time I didn't know if Mr. Grumpy liked spicy cuisine. So I just make food that does not contain too much chili, if you know you like chili. Maybe I'll add a bottle of Chili Devils."

"Yes! Yep! I admit that I fucked you," Steve relented. "If my idea doesn't work, but with the contract agreement that contains that ridiculous request, we're finally united, aren't we?"

"Whatever it is, you forced me to stay in your arms. That's not my will!" Dinda said a joke.

"So you've been messing with me all this time?" Steve's looking for her, she's starting to look sewot.

"Don't pout dong, I'll just remind you!" exclaim Dinda. "At the same time I was just joking, I might not like you!"

Seeing that Steve was no different from being angry, Dinda took the initiative to kiss him. "If you haven't asked for a part, I'll give it. I've memorized your other behavior from men in general."

Hmh! Steve laughed sweetly, Dinda already understood how to get his heart. Steve ended his period of anger, he no longer frowned when he received the windfall from Dinda this early.

"By the way, where are Papa and Mama? Where are they going?" Steve switched to saying.

"They were visiting a relative's event in Nanjing, he said tomorrow it was likely to be home" Dinda told reporters.

"Then, the others? A cook? Why are you cooking today? Where are they going?" Steve curious.

"That's... They said they were on leave, said a relative had died. Others were also visiting the funeral of relatives affected by the accident on the inner-city toll road. I also do not understand the situation in China," Dinda replied, according to what happened.

Dinda continued her cooking. But Steve, he's basically shameless. Even when he was busy, he was still tight on Dinda's body.

He hugged her, let alone Dinda who was still in the pan. Steve doesn't care at all, the important thing for him is that smelling Dinda's hair makes him happy.

But suddenly he hugged, maybe because the weather changed so quickly, suddenly Steve flu.

He sneezed tepa on Dinda's face, until her saliva soaked Dinda's cheeks.

"That's so dirty!" hardik Dinda's.

"Sorry," Steve said.

"You flu?" Dinda noticed. "If you are not feeling well, you should just rest in the room, then I will bring your food in the room!" advice Dinda.

"No way," Steve spoiled. "I want to stay close to you, I don't want to go to the room alone!"

Dinda turned her body a second time. "Hey, you're not a kid who has to be spoiled like this. Remember, you are an adult don't act like a child" Dinda reminded.

Steve was pitying. "Before your attention is taken by my children later, I want to enjoy it while they are not present."

Dinda chuckles, Steve always makes her laugh happily, much different from the first time she met this man. "You're like you have two personalities, you know?" Dinda pointed at Steve using a spatula in her hand. "Are you imagining?"

"Imagination? What imagination?" Steve doesn't understand.

"Imagine having children? You said it like that" replied Dinda.

"That's because I'm afraid you won't notice me again when we have kids. You will definitely be busy on them, then forget about me just like that!" steve said that.

Dinda held onto Steve's grim-faced shoulder. "You listen to me" asked Dinda. "I never intended to do that, and we're not married. Why think so strange."

"You promise you won't forget me if we're married and have kids later" Steve pleaded.

"It won't happen" replied Dinda. "Remember, you're a grumpy master, you can't be spoiled" Dinda blinked her eyes, she teased Steve.

"I'm afraid that you are."

"You're having the flu, so you're not happy," Dinda changed the subject. "I'd better sleep in the room, and I'll bring you some food" Dinda said.

"No way," Steve quickly denied. "I just want you to come with me to my room!"

"Yes-yes, I will accompany you to the room, I prepare food first for you!" Dinda. Steve was always whining like a baby asking for food.

Steve's face became excited. "Then I wait!"

Even in the room, Steve would not be willing if Dinda left him.

On his bed, Steve kept looking at the face of Dinda who was feeding him.

"You already know the weather in Shanghai is cold, why you even wear shorts. Are you intentionally sick?" Dinda nags Steve.

"I was on purpose, let my wife take notice!" steve narcissistic.

"Tsk! You always have been!" Dinda was a little upset with Steve acting like a kid. "Eating must also be in a bribe, you are indeed really spoiled."

"Nothing spoiled, the important thing is to be served by the beautiful Dinda, I'm willing!" Steve seduces. "Before spoiled in front of my lover is paid, it's good to take advantage of the free!"

Dinda shook her head, this man is getting better at teasing.

Dinda saw Steve's legs were a lot of fur, suddenly Dinda laughed.

"It's not weird, it's just funny. Your leg hair is thick, I am a bit amused at the sight of it," Dinda admitted the other side of her.

"Because you've seduced me, then you have to take responsibility" Steve pulled Dinda up on his bed. Then lay him down next to him.

Steve's feet he was riding at Dinda's feet, while he tilted his torso at Dinda's. "I told you, whatever's on my body, you're the owner. So don't hesitate if you want to touch it" seduced Steve.

"If all that you have you leave it to me, then what do you have? It's not all mine!" Dinda looked at Steve's face.

Steve propped his head up at the elbow. Her feet were rubbing against Dinda's smooth legs. "All I have is love, even if you take everything I have, but love remains the most important thing in my life!"

"You trying to fight?" ask Dinda.

Steve shakes. "No! I'm just saying what you should know!" emphatically.

"Your eyelashes fell off" Dinda switched. "Even your eyelashes are longer than my false eyelashes!" ledek Dinda's.

"Curtain! Later our children will inherit some of the handsome face of his father," hardik Steve. "You don't have to worry if they're ugly, I guarantee they'll be as handsome as their father," Steve said.

Dinda laughed. "You're still talking narcissistic."

"Are you hoping that one day our child will have no face?" sue Steve. "Most have to represent his father's face, or you'll get punished later!"

"As for what kind of child you want, I can only give up. The important thing is, how can you take responsibility later if you become a father!" Dinda. "You're going to get busy let alone the kids being so noisy every night. Would you be willing if your good sleep was interrupted by them."

Steve tidied up Dinda's hair that had draped over her eyes. "If I'm not ready to be a father, I might ask you to get married as soon as possible. I wish I could be a father at a young age."

"That's a dream?" Dinda Sahut.

Steve nodded. "Since the first time we met, I've been waiting for this to happen."

"Thank you Steve," Dinda stroked Steve's black hair. "You've given me hope that makes my days beautiful."

"Don't worry," Steve replied to Dinda with a caress. "Back in Indonesia, I'll propose to you in front of Mom. I'll keep my promise to you."

Dinda smiled, Steve's words were very romantic. Crossing her scary face, what Steve did and said to Dinda was beautiful.

Until their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a phone call from someone.

Steve's cell phone, which rang on the light table, continued to vibrate with an elongated sound.

"Mama!" From the phone screen is the mother's number. Dinda glanced at Steve, she wanted to know who called him. "Who's calling!"

"Mama" replied Steve.

"Thank you" suggested Dinda. "Who knows what's important!"

Steve was pondering, between lifting or not. Because all this time he never picked up a phone call from his mother.

But his finger was not on his side, Steve answered his mother's phone.

He had to talk, he did.

Yes, yes ma! Is it downstairs? When arrive? Just new? All right, Steve's going downstairs!

"What's wrong?" welcome Dinda.

"Mama's down" replied Steve. "Mama said she just got home."

Steve raised his eyes, he looked at Dinda with an unexpected expression. Well, his mother came home at the wrong time. He was too annoying for Steve to be with Dinda.

At the door of the house, Dinda welcomed Steve's mother as a guest.

"Where's my mom from?" ask Steve. "Cock alone? Papa where is it? Mama was with papa, wasn't she?" Steve asked.

"Mama from Naning market, accompany Papa for a walk," replied Mrs Diah. "Pass on the street, Papa met his relatives. And then he took Papa to play golf in the SGC. Finally, Mama's in the box coming home alone."

(Shanghai Golf Club: Special golf club for retired businessmen.)

"Oooo," Steve understood. "Keep Mama brought what? It looks heavy?" Steve curious.

"Mama and Papa had accidentally seen an abalone seller while walking in the Naning market, so all of you buy. Have not eaten abalone for a long time," said Mrs Diah detailing remarks.

Dinda took two large plastic bags of white fruit from Mrs Diah's hand.

Dinda took him to the kitchen, because the contents were raw vegetables.

Steve's mother followed Dinda into the kitchen, followed by Steve who also followed the two.

"Gosh, Dinda cooked chicken gulai and rendang apparently?" madam Diah said in shock. He saw Dinda's cooking in the frying pan.

"It's nothing Ma, just a fad," replied Dinda lowly.

"The smell is good, mommy's great-grandchild?" said Mrs Diah asking for permission.

Dinda nodded with a smile, she let Madame Diah taste Dinda's cooking.

"Ehm, it's delicious, '" praised Mrs Diah. "For a long time Mama did not eat typical Indonesian cuisine, so kangen semur jengkol deh."

Dinda smiled faintly seeing Steve's mother enjoying her cooking very much. Like a man who doesn't eat for days, he's very good at eating it.

"Last Mama ate jengkol while on vacation in Bali, it turns out that today Mama can eat Indonesian cuisine thanks to Dinda," Madam Diah told me. "Maclum, Mama's tongue is used to Chinese and Western cooking."

"That's gulai, not jengkol!" Dinda astonishment.

"You know this gulai, it's just that Mama remembered gulai jengkol. So Mama thinks it's gulai jengkol," replied Mrs Diah.

Steve leaning his body near the kitchen door recounted the conversation.

"Tonight we will return to Indonesia, Ma" said Steve.

"Wouldn't we just stay in Shanghai for another week?" Madame Diah stopped eating. "All the way to some tourist attractions here."

"No Ma, Steve has to work tomorrow" Steve explained.

It was actually hard for Madame Diah to let them go home, yet she could not be selfish just for the sake of obeying her will.

"If your desire is resolved to leave tonight, Mama has no other reason to hold you back" Madam Diah said.

"Don't you get mad if Steve leaves Shanghai again? Are you sure you're not crying anymore?" Steve made sure that his mother would be okay.

His mother nodded, making sure he was okay. "Don't worry about Mama, it's used to Mama receiving your treatment to Mama."

Steve felt bad, let alone his mother saying that. It was as if he was complaining to Dinda that he was a disobedient child.

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