You, Me And Our Memories

Descendents

Bu Ajeng and Mr. Herman stared in wonder at Ivan and took turns staring at each other.

"Loh, why ma? Is something wrong?" Ask Ivan cuek.

"Feel what cooking? Is Diya your wife?" Canda buk Ajeng's.

"Indeed not yet ma, but will doain ya ma"

"Taste what the hell do you want to feel from the girl's hand?"

"Descending" replied Ivan spontaneously.

sontak made the two men of the opposite sex laugh out loud.

"Down? What cuisine is Van? His name is funny. Does it feel funny?" Ask Mr. Herman still in his laughter.

"The descent is the same as papeda ma. Typical food in Papua. There Diya village there is also food like that just his name is kepurun" explained Ivan.

"Because when I had a project in Bengkalis, I once ate that food. It's delicious, it's unique" he added.

"Oh that. Like people crave you want to eat this" Cigar buk Ajeng.

"Yesterday saw a friend's story on instagram ma, so kepengen eat that too. And luckily Diya can make that dish. So I can taste the food again. What else from the hands of the girl of my dreams ma, it must feel more special" Ivan cried back.

"There you are, Van. You have cravings, like a pregnant person" Herman commented.

"Pengen pa, not cravings. When I can't want to eat that" protested Ivan.

"Yes, have you finished your breakfast? Now go there meet Diya pity has long Diya waiting" Pinta buk Ajeng divorce the two children's fathers issued arguments each.

Ivan glanced at his watch.

"Hmm.iya ma. Then I go first" Ivan sipped a glass of orange juice and kissed mama's cheek and saluted her papa and passed leaving them both.

"Van, don't forget sometime bring Diya here yes Mama equally papa want to acquaintance with the prospective mother-in-law" Shouted Ajeng's book.

Ivan turned his head and coiled his thumb and forefinger as a sign of Okay then smiled and gave his mama a kiss bye.

"That kid's grown up, huh, pa?" The call of Ajeng's book is still staring at his son's departure. Mr. Herman scrunched his forehead to hear his wife's words with a surprised look.

"Well, why pa?" Ajeng asked when she saw her husband looking at her like that.

"So you didn't realize that our son was grown?" Ask Mr. Herman with a still astonished look.

"It's not what mom meant, yes our son finally found his love pa. Smile, but there is also sadness. If they're married, it must leave us pa" cried Ajeng sad.

"How else ma, that's how common ma" cried Mr. Herman.

"Yes yes ma, do not be too late in sadness. There is still a father who always keeps mama. Now you want to take a shower first yes, want to get ready to the office" he added take a tissue and clean the rest of the meal that is slightly attached to his mouth.

"Where are you ready?"

"Ma ngantor"

"Ngeapur? Papa has not been to the office" continued Ajeng buk.

"Hahaha" Laughter cheerful sir Herman broke to see the expression of Ajeng's cute book.

"Gak ma, papa wants to go flex the muscles in papa's body. Later at home make all the muscles of papa so tense. Papa wants to play golf. It's the same promise Mr. Suseno" Obviously Mr. Herman passed leaving his wife who is still continuing her breakfast.

While opening the door, Hermann remembered something and ran back to his wife who was still busy with breakfast.

"Ma, take a bath together" whispered Mr. Herman in his wife's ear in a slightly seductive tone. Buk Ajeng was shocked almost both of his shoulders suddenly rose to the top.

"Oh my God, surprise me. Mama has taken a bath" cried Buk Ajeng back with his breakfast activities.

"Let's go ma, we haven't had a bath together in a long time. Remembering the times we just got married. My mom likes it best when we shower together. Mama rubs papa's shoulders, papa rubs mama's shoulders alternately" Mr. Herman began to fantasize.

"Oh papa, mama's been taking a bath. Mama still has a lot of work. Look to finish our breakfast here paoh pa...." Elak buk Ajeng's.

"Mom.ma..amma...mom...mom...mom....." Whine Mr. Herman like a child who asked to buy a toy. Lengthened his mouth with a pleading expression.

Buk Ajeng sighed strongly. Looks like her beloved husband went through puberty a second time. Think of Ajeng.

"Yes, let's take a bath together" the Ajeng Book relented. Instead of him asking to take a bath with another woman later. It is better to follow the will of her husband. Think of Ajeng.

Without saying a second time, Mr. Herman immediately pulled his wife's hand.

"Lad...." Shouted Ajeng's book when his hands were pulled.

No matter the attitude of his wife, Mr. Herman continued to pull the smooth white hand until he reached the bathroom.

Arriving in the bathroom. Mr. Hermann stared intently at the Ajeng book of signs that he was asking for something that could be said heaven world.

"Oh, this husband. Don't know the situation. Early in the morning already want to make love" Cigar buk Ajeng.

***

Elsewhere

"Assalamualaikum" There was a voice saying greetings from the outside of his house.

"Waalaikumsalam" Welcome Diya to open the door.

Ivan looked amazed to see Diya dip that morning. Just by wearing a shirt that is a little tight shows the ideal body shape and paired with jeans and hair in a horse tie unraveled behind her adds to her radiant charm

Likewise with Diya, he also seemed to admire the good looks of Ivan. It's just that he's embarrassed to reveal and acknowledge her (shy but willing).

Ivan watched Diya from toe to toe. Seeing that Diya also paid attention to himself.

"Is there something strange?" Diya asked in wonder.

"Nothing strange, you look perfect. Beautiful naturally I like" replied Ivan slightly singling his distinctive smile.

Diya smiled shyly as she praised Ivan. His cheeks started out hue red like a boiled crab.

"Dignifying or comforting this" Diya exclaimed with a seductive look.

"Not insulting, not entertaining but this is the fact and reality" replied Ivan steady.

Diya lowered her head, returning a shy smile engraved on the pretty face of the girl.

"You can do it" Still with his shy smile.

"Yes, let's go to the market" Invite Ivan.

Diya nodded, closed the door and went towards the car.

"Hmm...what's good?" Ivan asked again.

"Yes up to you. There is green fat gulai, red fat gulai, and spicy acid" Diya explained.

"What's different?"

"If the red fat was put on his cooking coconut milk and his chili red chili. If green fat use cayenne pepper. Well if spicy acid use red chili and do not use coconut milk. It's different there anyway. For other spices the same" explained Diya.

Ivan nodded in understanding, although he did not understand very much because he had never been to the kitchen to cook. Distinguishing galangal and ginger alone cannot. It is natural that the man is busy in the office not in the kitchen hehehe....

"Which one do you want?" Ask Diya again.

"What's good?" Ivan asked back.

"If I really like green fat. What else we buy debuk fish (for those who do not know debuk fish, please search on google ya mak) Fresh again fish. Must be sweet and savory meat. When combined with the kepurun, his taste is steady" Diya began to fantasize and drool.

"OK that" agreed Ivan.

"OK if so. Let's start" cried Diya.

"Okay, what can I do for you?" Ivan asked a little confused.

"I cut the seasonings, you clean the fish yes" Diya's orders allot the duties.

"Ready Chef" cried Ivan saluted like the ceremonial commander.

They began to struggle with their respective duties. While preoccupied with cutting spices, Diya again remembered where he had entered the cooking competition between classes during the seventeen August in his high school.

Ferdi was very excited as it gave her support. Although he was from another local, but still he gave support to the lover. He even cooks with Diya's team.

Diya smiled considering that the good times were now gone somewhere. Ferdi to date has no news. Either alive, or dead. Only the creator God knows.

Diya breathed out strongly. Too busy fantasizing not in the aware of the sharp knife used to cut the seasoning instead scratches his lentic finger.

"Ouch" Diya grimaced in pain. Waving his hands with a knife.

"Why Diya" asked Ivan rushing over to the girl.

"Just a knife" cried Diya.

"Here I see" Pinta Ivan. Diya gave her hand. Seen fresh blood flowing on the index finger of the beautiful girl With sprightly Ivan inserting Diya's wiggle finger into her mouth. Sucking that blood out.

At once Diya was shocked and widened his eyes to Ivan's behavior to him.

"Wait a minute, Diy, I'll get the P3K box in the car first" Running in a hurry to get to his car"

"No......" Diya replied that he did not continue his words because Ivan had already gone away.

"Oh Diy, why aren't you careful. If this is so you can't cook, right?" Anxious Ivan began to treat the little wound on the girl's withered finger before him.

"O Allah Van, his wounds are only small. Time to not cook. Funny you Van" Diya protested.

"Even if the wound is small, it still has to be treated can be infection"

"Udah regular Van rich gini. All work has its risks. Yes including cooking kayak gini. The risk of his injured being separated and in the same sprinkling of cooking oil when frying. Not to mention being exposed to a hot frying pan" Diya explained

"Yes too, Diy." Ivan finished treating Diya's wounds

"Thank you" cried Diya smiling sweetly. Long eyes staring at each other. Back subtle vibrations began to appear in his second heart.

"Beautiful" exclaimed Ivan still staring fixedly at the girl before him. Diya consciously and instantly decided their gazes.

"Yes we continue cooking again yes" said Diya continued his work which was delayed.

***

"Tara.....Done" Cheers Diya presents a plate of descent on the table of the tomb that had been Ivan had occupied.

He sat down in front of Ivan.

"Can you eat her? I've eaten this yesterday in Bengkalis" Goda Diya.

"Still dong, but try to practice first how to eat Diy. I think I'm starting to forget"

"So his words remembered"Seru Diya Ivan only grinned in response.

"Okay, how to eat it. Pour this green fat gulai into a plate that has been filled by the kepurun until it sinks and is ready to be eaten. Well eating it was more delicious along with this debuk fish" Obviously Diya thrust a spoonful of kependuran into his mouth which was followed by Ivan.

.

"Where? Yummy?"

"Hm....Delicious Diy, its taste is unique. In addition to this debuk fish so sweet and savory that" comments Ivan continues to continue his meal.

"Yes dong who was his chef.....Iya...." Proud Diya said.

"Yes, because it tastes better than before" Praise Ivan made a red hue come back out of Diya's cheeks.

"Diy, so tomorrow Yuli's home?"

"If there is no obstacle. Why?" Diya is still busy with eating that special food.

"Hmmm...."

"Why? Why is his expression like that? You don't like it when Yuli comes back?" Ask Diya.

" Like it, it's really like it. You are not alone at home. I'm calmer so it's because you've got a friend of hers" Sela Ivan.

"But we can't be alone anymore like this Diy" said Ivan.

"Tomorrow to go to the office I picked you up as usual" Ivan cleaned the leftovers in his mouth using a tissue.

"What van do you keep picking me up? I've had a lot of ngerepotin you lo. Let me go to the office myself. I can order a taxi online" Elak Diya felt awkward.

"It's okay. I don't feel bothered. In fact, I am happy to continue to be bothered with you" said Ivan steady.

"So can continue to be alone with you" added her slowly telling herself.

"What?" Diya's question wasn't so clear Ivan just said.

"Son, it's nothing" Elak Ivan.

"Yes if that's what you want. I'm not asking you to pick me up. You're the one who wants to" Diya's protest pointed at Ivan.

"Yes, just calm down. Relaxing"