Chapter 5 FIVE

Cairo was seen playing a game.

"Salsa is something. There's no way I should do it tonight. Besides, Farah and I don't know each other yet. It's really weird," Cairo said inwardly with indecision.

"But salsa said. The sooner the better. That's true. But I can't be that fast. I need time for myself. It must be the same for Farah," Cairo said and now he looked at the door. There was Farah with her long hair down. Farah even has bangs. She looked so cute. A natural beauty.

The two of them stare at each other with a feeling they never even felt before. But as soon as possible Cairo threw away his sweet thoughts.

"I want coffee. Make me some coffee," Cairo said firmly.

"Again?"

"Yes, hurry up," Cairo looked annoyed again.

"Okay," Farah immediately made coffee for the second time. This time she really had to be precise in giving the sugar. She tasted the coffee slowly.

"I think it's just the right amount of sweetness," Farah said, now carrying the cup in her hands.

"Here's the coffee," Farah said to Cairo who was playing the game. Kairo continued to look at his phone screen. His hand took the cup that Farah was holding. But instead, Cairo's hand slapped Farah's hand. As a result, half of the coffee fell onto Cairo's thigh.

"Ouch! It's hot! It's hot,"

"Oh my, I'm sorry, sorry," Farah wiped it with her hand.

"Sorry mas sorry,"

"It's crazy hot."

"Oh my, it's so red. What's going on? Let me get some oil from the kitchen first," said Farah anxiously. Looking at Kairo's thighs that looked red.

"Damn," said Cairo with annoyance. He blew on the sore spot.

Farah now returned and brought cooking oil in a glass.

"What kind of oil is that?"

"Cooking oil, mas."

"Huh? Cooking oil? Are you crazy? What are you trying to do with it?"

"This is clean cooking oil. Usually if I get a hot water wound like this. I apply cooking oil. This cooking oil is clean, not the one I used to cook fried bananas. I'll apply it," said Farah, sitting down quickly.

"Duh, it's really hot and stinging," Kairo complained.

Farah deftly smeared the sore spot with oil. Kairo instantly became a statue. For some reason this simple treatment made him very comfortable. Because Salsa had never done that to him.

"Just go to the doctor," was what Salsa said when Kairo was sick. Salsa always didn't want to bother if her husband was sick.

"Well already, it will get better. Just always apply oil. I just got hit by hot water. I rubbed oil on my leg and it healed. If you go to the doctor, the cost will be expensive. Here but there are still scars," said Farah, showing her leg.

"Oh I see," said Cairo while looking at Farah's white feet.

"Yes, Kairo, just rest. I still want to clean the kitchen," said Farah smiling sweetly and then left the room.

"Duh, I'm so stupid. Why did the coffee have to fall all over," said Farah blaming herself.

***

"Duh, why am I so upset like this? I was the one who asked my husband to marry Farah. But why am I so jealous like this," said Salsa in confusion. She looked in the mirror at her beautiful face.

"There's no way mas Kairo would choose Farah over me. It's clear that I'm prettier with Farah. I've had all my face threaded. My face is also very smooth. No makeup, I'm already beautiful like this," said Salsa confidently. She praised her own beauty that morning. Trying to encourage herself.

"Salsa?" Mom called loudly.

"Duh, it's really noisy in the morning. I really hate it when my mother-in-law stays at my house," said Salsa, standing up and walking lazily to the source of the noise.

"What's wrong?"

"How come it's not on," mom pressed the treadmill button loudly.

"Duh, don't be so loud. After all, can you use it? It will fall again," said Salsa with annoyance.

"Yes, just slow down. You want to try it," said mom very reluctantly.

"When I was young, I could also run really fast on the treadmill," said mom arrogantly.

"Yes, let's slow down," said Salsa, pressing the button.

Her mother-in-law now walked slowly on the exercise equipment.

"Uh, tomorrow you bring Farah here. I haven't had a chance to talk to her much. I want to lecture her at the same time."

"But don't be fierce with Farah. Later Farah will be lazy to serve mas kairo,"

"No, mom will be strict with Farah. Anyway, Kairo and Farah must be fast. Sat set sat set. Get pregnant and then divorce. It's done, I can't wait to hold Cairo's grandchildren," said my mom with a beaming face.

***

"What do you want? Do you want to have breakfast here or at the office?" Asked Farah, who saw Cairo wearing a neat suit.

"I'll go straight to the office," said Kairo and turned around. But suddenly his nose smelled a delicious odor.

"Are you cooking? What are you cooking?"

"Oh, that's right. I'm boiling marinated chicken. I think it's already cooked. I'll just fry it later. Do you want to try it?"

"Yes, I can do it," said Cairo, whose stomach was suddenly hungry when he smelled the smell of cooking.

"But this seasoning only uses packaged seasoning. I haven't bought a complete set of spices yet. This is also the first time I've used this kind of packaged seasoning."

Kairo only watched from his seat. Seeing a woman named Farah with a small body but looks so sweet. Farah was very skillful in the kitchen.

"I'll fry it for a while, mas,"

"Yes."

While waiting for the chicken to be fried. Farah gave a plate of rice to Cairo.

"Just give soy sauce to me, fried chicken with warm rice and soy sauce. It's really good if I say so," Farah said with a sparkling face while chuckling.

It made Cairo very happy indeed. A sweet and simple morning. Somehow a beautiful feeling appeared in Kairo's heart.

"Eh, read the prayer first," said Farah holding Kairo's hand.

Cairo made an embarrassed face and immediately opened his hands up.

"I'll just use my hands, hehehe," Farah exclaimed, quickly eating the simple meal with her hands. Cairo, on the other hand, wasn't used to doing that. So he used a fork and spoon.

"This is really good," said Cairo with a beaming face.

"Yes, it turns out that the packaged seasoning is good too. At first, I just bought it on a whim. Eh, it turned out to be delicious too. It's very practical for people like Cairo. The one who likes one set one set," said Farah with a chuckle. They both laughed together at the dining table.

"You're already like a celebrity who endorses food."

"Hahaha," Farah laughed with her mouth still full of food.