NAYA SARANGHAE'S
The Naya Saranghae Part 27
(pov NAYA)
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🍁🍁 Because you ...
Which always takes me ...
To things beyond reason ...🍁🍁
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"This is your bracelet?"
Half an hour ago we reached home from a long trip after Ardian's work assignment in Bali. We were still busy tidying things up in the suitcase without having time to stretch the back muscles in the slightest.
"It's a couple, huh?" Ardian still noticed my black pearl bracelet.
"I bought two. One for me and one for you" I replied, taking clothes out of the suitcase.
"May .. saronghae."
"What?!" my peek.
"The rules are so." Ardian thrust the bracelet at me.
"Oh!"
What, the hell am I thinking? Hearing the word 'saranghae' from Ardian alone immediately thought of the distance. How could he have said that to me. Better not to imagine too high.
"Give it!" Ardian extended his hand to me.
"You what?" my question, confused.
"Give me your hand!"
With a slight hesitation, I extended my left hand to him.
"Look, right?" Ardian put the bracelet on my wrist. "One for you and one for me."
Yeah, I bought it for a twin with him. From the beginning I did not dare to wear it. I'm afraid Ardian got mad and took off hers. Turns out he's relaxed. So a little happy and relieved. At least I'm getting closer to him.
"Nay, I'm a laper, nih," complained Ardian as he pressed his stomach.
I glanced at the round-shaped wall clock on the side of the closet. It's lunchtime already.
"I'll do something first."
My footsteps walked down the stairs and turned to the right side. A simple room painted light blue with a minimalist kitchen set. I spread my eyes out into the fridge. There's nothing to cook, not even a single egg.
I walked to the left side and slightly raised my head up. I pulled a small door from the kitchen set that was imprinted on the wall.
"God! There really is only one doang, right? Nothing, make a stomach."
Light the gas stove and put a small pot of water on it.
"Ah, cow sausage! Good thing I always keep that stuff."
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"Ardians!" call me. "Splash down!"
"Yes." Yeah."
The sound of her footsteps coming down the stairs, slightly sounded in my ears. While sitting in the dining room, I waited for him to come up to me.
Uh! I remember the first time I lived here with him. Ardian who was not strong to raise a gallon of mineral water and almost called the security apartment. At that time he looked funny, very adorable.
"What's this?" Ardian observed a small pot that was on the dining table. "It's a pot?"
"He'em," I nodded.
He took the spoon I put on the side of the pot to stir the food in the pot.
"It's noodles?" He asked back with a confused expression.
"The one in your eyes looks like fruited fried rice?" I said with a tinge.
"Bu-not so I mean!" yells. "This is why you cook noodles kept in a pot kayak gini?"
"Memang noodle cooking should be in the pancilah, Ardian. Masa' noodle cooking procedure also you amnesia, anyway?"
"Jeez, Naya!" snapped it. "I mean, why isn't the noodle drained? Why is it served in a pot like this? You think I'm a cow that eats from a pot?"
"That's very positive, anyway!" I was getting upset to hear his words. "This is how to eat ngetrend noodles in Korea. Splash the pan and cover the pancakes. Ji Chang Wook Oppa often does kayak scenes so in his drama."
Ardian squeezed the tip of his head with a face full of frustration.
"Sometimes, I don't even understand. I'm either in the real world or I'm in your world."
"Yes, obviously in the real world! How, long your brain added error so, anyway, Ardian?"
"Aaaargh! Surrender, I'm taking you!" He shouted while sipping ramyun-style noodles from the pot in front of him.
"Good meal, Oppa. Hahaha ..."
"Bodo, uh!" grunts.
Simple enough, but delicious. I got a little understanding of the reason for the scene of eating noodles with a plate of pan. This will make the actor look good. Like this husband. Eat use the lid of the pan, not one bit reduce the level of good looks.
"What's that smile like?" Ardian caught me watching him.
"It's okay. Let's eat!"
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"I can't pick you up. I don't know what time I'll be at Ardito's."
"No what. Let me just take a cab." I got off the Ardian's car.
"Greetings to mom and dad, yeah! I'm leaving."
"He'em. Be careful!"
After Maghrib, I came to my parents' house. There were some I bought when Ardian and I went to Bali a few days ago and I wanted to share a little with them.
"Lord!" mom said when she saw me in the doorway. "What brings you to come here at night? Did you have another fight with your husband?"
"Haiyish! Why is my mother's mind so ugly?" I threw my body onto the soft sofa in the living room. "There was no quarrel. Our relationship is fine."
Mother's question made my breath feel heavy. "I can't remember, Mom. The doctor said so."
"Oh, Naya! How unfortunate your fate is, son." Mom pulled me into her arms.
"No. Mommy don't worry! My fate isn't that bad, though. Me and Ardian are fine and I'm gonna try to make him fall back in love with me."
"Ohw ... Park Min Young is a sweet mother. Fighting!"
"Haha ... Fighting!"
It's true that our family is the most comfortable place to go home. Especially a mother. This is what makes a family warm. I can't imagine my life would be what it would be without this great woman who's been holding me.
"Where are you going, Mom?" I spread my eyes to my father's bedroom door, but I didn't see him coming out of there.
"Out with Mr. Amin. There is a new business, he said," answered the mother while opening the plastic package I brought. "By this from Bali?"
"Yes. To mom and dad."
"Well, great!"
A typical Balinese batik cloth I bought specifically for them. Both of my parents are fans of local products, so would love the motifs of batik homeland like this.
"Eat here before you go home!"
I followed the footsteps of my mother who walked towards the kitchen.
"Well, jengkol!" I immediately took the plate and opened the rice cooker. "That's a hell of a wind, huh!"
"Mom would have thought you would come here. This is what is called the feeling of the mother-female," said the mother who followed her laughter. "Eat a lot! You can also pack."
"I'll just eat here. Ardian doesn't like the smell of jengkol."
The one thing that always makes me miss going home, mom cooking. Cooking anything feels like the work of a world-class chef. Mother's cuisine is always the most delicious and unparalleled. Surprisingly, that cooking talent was never passed down to this girl. Totally inversely proportional to me who can't cook this.
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"Greetings to the father!" I waved from inside the taxi I had.
"Yes, careful!"
Around 20:30 WIB, I left my parents' house. I want to go home and rest. Lately I've been sleep-deprived since I finished the novel that Ardian asked for. Damn, I also did not have time to watch the actor drama that was hits in Korea at this time.
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ARDIAN APARTMENT
"Ah, tired!" I walked over after inserting my shoes into the shelf. "Ehm? The ardian? Have you gone home yet? The ardian?"
A rustling sound was heard from Ardian's workroom. I put my eyes on the shoe rack. Still empty. Ardian's shoe holder is still empty. That means he hasn't come home yet. So who is inside?
I walked around with a caste stick in my hand. If it's a thief, I'll kill him. There have been a lot of theft lately. Is it because many prisoners were suddenly released?
"Where, huh?" There was a woman searching for something in Ardian's desk drawer.
Wh who? It's definitely not Nadine. I very well memorized the color of the voice of that female actor. Muting women?
I watched him from the door that opened a little. Casually, a shoulder-haired woman was checking every document belonging to Ardian.
"Don't, he's Om Hery's man, '" I muttered as I squeezed the barge in my hand. "If it's true, I'll finish him."
I'm running off to settle. A little tiptoe so that my steps don't make a sound. My heart was pounding even more as the distance between me and the spy woman was only a few steps away. Several times I pulled and exhaled to calm the rumbling of hearts and feet that continued to tremble.
However, no matter how scared I am right now, I will not let those criminals destroy my husband.
"Oh, you, you lady-villain!"
"Aargh!"
I chilled with all my soul and body a wand onto the mysterious woman's back until she lay on the floor.
"Oh, my goodness! Did I hit him too hard? Did he get out?"
I grabbed her wrist, I touched her neck vein and I stuck my finger into her nostril.
"Huh, thank goodness!" I immediately sat down lunglai. "Thank God, I'm not a kebablasan. Now I have to find a rope before he wakes up."
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"Who are you, huh?! Are you Hery's man? If it's true that he told you to, I'll make him a cyanide-flavored coffee."
The woman continued to wriggle with the mine-bound body and the mouth I was duct tape.
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"Naya, you haven't slept?"
"Ardian?!"
I immediately ran towards the door when my husband's voice sounded.
"Ardian, there's a thief!" myrag.
"What?!" his screeches.
"A foreign woman enters your study and searches for something in place of important documents."
"What?! Seriously you?" Ardian stared in disbelief at me.
"Seriously. I even caught him. I beat him with a baseball bat until he fainted. I tied him up with a mine. Not to miss, I tape his mouth. Ardian, I suspect he's your crazy uncle's man."
"Where is he now?"
"There's in the living room."
The spy and the thief will definitely run out in Ardian's hands, I'm sure.
"I-that's what you mean by a thief, Nay?"
"He'em." I nodded my head steadily.
Ardian stepped over to the woman I had paralyzed. Ardian's body was trembling. It seems he is having trouble holding back his anger. Ardian reached out his hand to remove the duct tape I had stuck in the woman's mouth.
"Pardon my wife, Mother!"
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