Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation

Chapter 2 Part 8 "Pick-up"

After we finished praying we went downstairs, when we prayed we all heard the kitchen cookware hitting against each other, I was worried that she actually could not cook but she still did.

I whispered to Muhamed and Ilya, asking them. "Do you guys smell it?" they both nodded.

"How does it smell? It's good?"

"It smells nice." Muhamed answered.

"Yes." Ilya answered.

Alhamdulillaah, thank God, I was curious what she was cooking. We all went to the kitchen and saw that she was preparing lalapan, I thought she was cooking Dutch food but she was not. Looks like it's Geprek chicken? I have no idea.

"Jullie, ik deed het! (All of you, I did it!)" she shouted with a cheerful face and excited tone.

"Did you guys smell the sambal for this geprek chicken?" she asked.

"Yes mevrouw." Muhamed answered.

"Does the aroma sting?" she asked.

"Not really mevrouw, just right." Muhamed answered.

"I thought mevrouw was cooking Dutch cuisine." I told her responding to the food she had made.

"Nee, I don't make Dutch food because Dutch food isn't as interesting as the food here." she explained.

"Mevrouw, when did you learn to cook Indonesian food?" asked Ilya

"I have actually lived here for a long time, I have had my junior high and senior high education here."

"Then before living in that dormitory, who do you live here with?" I asked.

"A servant who is a kind of butler who is also my daily bodyguard and chauffeur."

"Is he still your butler until now?" I asked again.

"Ja, only he lives in a different place that my parents have provided for him here."

"Does that mean mevrouw will be picked up by him later?"

"Ja, I'll just have to call him." she said while completing arranging the plates in the kitchen counter table containing rice, geprek chicken complete with the sambal and the lalapan. We all brought our plates and took water and put it on the dining table, pulled our chairs and sat down.

"Please eat, I hope you guys like the food." she said.

"Yes mevrouw, thank you, let me pray first." Ilya said.

"Me too." I said

"Me too mevrouw." Muhamed said.

The three of us stretched out our hands, prayed and rubbed our palms on to our faces and began to eat together. Of course I can't feel anything. However, I will still say that the dishes she made with difficulty today "Lekker "even though it's just a lie.

I saw Muhamed and Ilya eating quite enjoying their foods, I'm sure the food she made was delicious. When we still chew our foods she asked.

"Heeft het gesmaakt? Is het lekker? (How, does it taste, is it delicious?)"

"Ja mevrouw het is lekker! (Yes, my lady it is delicious!)" Muhamed replied with a smile.

"It's delicious mevrouw." Ilya said.

"Alhamdulillaah, it's delicious mevrouw ." I said to her with a smile.

Hearing the answer coming out of the mouth of the three of us, she smiled cheerfully with her eyes closed, her cheeks began to emit a blush, ah she looks cute and charming, such a shame that time like this will pass.