Wanitaku Great Warrior

Cuisine of beloved wife

A meeting for Mr. Aslan. A thrill-seeking hug in front of my inner Raditya grandfather.

"Here to sit" Raditya's grandfather.

"Yes cake.." I answered and let go of Mr. Aslan's embrace which to me was uncomfortable.

"Put the food here, son" Raditya's grandfather asked.

"Yes" I answered and hurried to put the food on the table in the city park.

I opened the dessert and prepared it for both Raditya's grandfather and Mr. Aslan.

"This is for my grandfather to make me healthier without oil" while offering two boxes of food for grandfather.

"This is special to my lord Aslan" my god to Lord Aslan.

"Yes my ghost crab girl" replied master Aslan with a rancid.

"Sorry cake, maybe my cooking is not as good as it is in the restaurant, but I guarantee healthy and hygienic" I explained to grandfather.

"Hmmm. When will you make me again yes cit" pinta mister Aslan seduce.

''There are many kale bang restaurants.upsss I mean Mr. Aslan" I said shyly.

Intentions in the heart want to make a very salty dish especially Mr. Aslan, but fear of sin. And then I got a bad impression on myself in front of Raditya's grandfather.

And inwardly eager to protest don't call me a ghost crab girl, unethical. Good thing there's Raditya's grandfather so I hold my anger inside.

After praying we ate food. When I was eating a meal of rice, a little boy about ten years old approached us and stood beside where I was sitting. His appearance was random, shabby, and shabby like not taking a bath for a few days. I stopped eating and I saw him, and I asked the bitch.

"Guve eaten" I asked.

"Have not cried, you are hungry, there is sustenance for you. Thank God, deck" I replied, giving my food box.

"Thank you Aunt" he replied again.

"It's just as beautiful, let's go with our sister to lunch over there, yeah" I asked the scene.

Raditya's grandfather refused me to take him away from them. Even Raditya's grandfather told the scene to sit next to him. I honestly thought of my sister's zahra.

It was a smile that made me smile when he asked me to joke.

The reason why I took her away from Raditya's grandfather and Aslan's master was because this fat body was a bit smelly so I was afraid to make them no longer appetizing. Maybe he will be fulfilled by his parents in the village. zahra will be loved not like me.

We stopped eating and the junk had left after finishing the meal.

"Citra. let grandfather comment on your cooking" asked grandfather.

"It's a cake. The cuisine is very good and not less the same chicken restaurant that is my subscription" said Mr. Aslan.

" Aslan you remember the vegetable flavor of anointing which created the same image" asked Raditya's grandfather.

"Not cake" replied the origin Lord Aslan.

"Feel the image of making grandfather kangen with the cooking of your daughter" Raditya's grandfather said again.

" Cake the cake." I asked in wonder.

In my mind again there was a huge question mark... Why neither Raditya's grandfather nor Aslan's master are ashamed to eat in a kayak gini place. Indeed, when the afternoon many are walking in the city park or just an afternoon sport. Why don't they take pride in eating my food like this. Ah justin, the important thing is that my food runs out unceremoniously.

But I remember, why cooking it is not so much. The driver and the nurse missed the meal and it was remembered when I walked home from the city park.