Auction Husband
Favorite Menu

Tonight, we ate with the menu that I cooked. I deliberately helped ART who worked at Amanda's house and helped cultivate the cuisine that was being made by her. Meanwhile, I made my own cooking.

The shadow of Mr. Al's face makes me miss that man. Be it the smile on his face that looked haughty and sad at the same time. Likewise with the gaze of the eagle that often intimidates me but there is also a lonely void in the gaze. Remembering it, made me miss his favorite food that I often made at the request of the man of course.

“This is you cooking?” ask Amanda while tasting the menu I made.

I'm nodding. “Iya,” I said. For some reason, my heart felt like pounding when I saw Amanda who closed her eyes while tasting the sauce with a spoon.

“Enak,” said again. “You learned where to cook this menu?” amanda looked at me as if she was waiting for a very important answer.

I cleared my throat slowly. Really am. It makes me very nervous.

“At that house,” I answered softly. Then, I took the rice to the plate and took the food I had made into the bowl.

“That auction house?” tanyanya.

I nodded and then looked. Amanda was looking at me with an incredulous look.

“Wow!” he said with a difficult expression to translate. His eyes narrowed with a thin smile.

“OK .. okay.” I raised my hand as a sign of surrender. “That's Mr. Al's favorite menu,” I said gave information.

“OK. Mr. Al. Continue ...” Amanda propped up her chin with her hands resting on the table.

“Ya, keep ... I'm trying to make it here again. Turns out it does indeed ... hm .. yes, it is.” I could no longer continue with my next words. All of this is too difficult to describe and translate. I myself am confused by all this. About how I feel now, about my longing .. and I think all those things are contained in the bowl of food that is in front of me right now.

“What is this about love? Or about yearning?” ask Amanda again who sounds pretentious. He must have guessed and deliberately teased me.

“I don't know.” I confess honestly.

I take a short breath. Again, the shadow of the man's face again disturbed the peace of my heart. My heart immediately thumped uncomfortably just because of the shadow of his face. No, this is not just a shadow of a face. All about Mr. Al.

Ah, goddamn. Why is it like this?

I thinned my lips while stirring the food on my plate. The spoon in my hand seemed to describe everything in my heart. Carut. Chaos balau. Geez! What the fuck?

“So, it's about love and longing huh?” Amanda leaned in. The woman focused on looking at me with flickering eyes. If it was in the usual fashion, I would definitely laugh seeing that expression. But right now, I'm in melow mode. Amanda's expression instead of comforting seemed to insult me.

I just realized that when I was in this sad state, I was easily offended and cried.

“I'm like a little boy yeah ..” I said as I chuckled on the sidelines. I wiped away the tears that kept flowing with the back of my hand.

“Duh ... duh .. who is in love again. Even mewek aja,” said the woman while chuckling. His hand with a restraint stroked my shoulder. Maybe his intention was to calm down, but I just cried more and more.

“So much kangen ya?” Amanda asked again. This time in a serious tone, there was no joke there. I nodded my head repeatedly with weak movements.

“You want me to take her home?”

I immediately patted Amanda's arm for asking such a thing while raising her eyebrows. Basic sucks.

“Ya, just time because it has not the same resilience taste kangennya that has not met two days. The taste of kangennya so piled up as high as the mountain ..”

“Lebay really woy!” sewot.

I pursed my lips. Removing the wet traces on my face to dry. I could be tempted by this man's wife. My heart continues to murmur with my mouth tightly clenched.

Amanda laughed out loud. Looks very satisfied with the woman.

“Heh. That funny thing, huh. That funny. Laughter continues until satisfied!” ketusku upset.

“You used to be that when I missed Mas Wira,” sergeant Amanda quickly after her laughter subsided. Ah, it's not easing more precisely he can hold it so as not to return wide. “So much it feels if you do not meet the same adoration of the heart. Kangen,” continued Amanda with great emphasis in the words she said.

I'm mumbling. Of course I can't argue with his words. In the past, I was proud to make fun of Amanda and then say I wouldn't experience the same thing as her. But now, how I have swallowed my own words. This master's dinner weapon is his name.

I grimaced unwell. Then I got up from my seat, approached her chair and hugged the woman.

“Ya, sorry. I used to be so naive. The same relationship Riko for months also never fussed that his name misses if we do not meet for days,” explained with a soft voice.

Actually, I'm ashamed to admit this feeling. But how else. I have to be honest with myself and Amanda is the one who always knows about my situation. How was it when I was down to think about my debt, and now how am I going to cry because I miss that man. I clucked softly, realizing that Amanda had someone holding my most important and valuable card.

“Feelings are sometimes like that. The more you deny your feelings the more suffocating they become,” Amanda said slowly. His hand patted the back of my hand. “That feeling needs to be resolved and sometimes also requires us to be selfish because we want to have. Until one day, we ourselves will realize if we will not be able to force that feeling,” he continued.

I thought Amanda's words were very ambiguous. I don't know where that said. A selfish feeling? What does it mean try?

“What does that mean?” I demand more explanation.

I unraveled the embrace and then sat back in my chair with a sloping position facing Amanda, to be more free to talk to her.

“Yes, because without you knowing. You want that guy, right?” he said he was waiting for my response. I nodded in understanding. “What is the name of the man?” tanyakanya.

“Tuan Al. Alvarez Adyatama,” I replied slowly.

“Why do you call him Mr?” ask Amanda again.

My hands are constantly moving to scratch the head which is not actually itchy. I was wrong with that question.

“Ya .. yes, indeed Mr. Al is a young master in his house. Everyone called him sir. I just go along and then get used to calling it,” obviously I'm not sure.

“Kelak, when you are together call him with a friendly call ...”

I frowned in wonder, but was also curious about the continuation of that talisman.

“Abang Al, for example. Or Mas Al.”

I giggled amusedly at the thought of calling the haughty man with the call ‘mas’ but I could try the proposal.