MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
002 Chapter

My busy life in a small room filled with various furniture for cooking did not end just like that.

This time, the furnace that was extinguished from earlier was forced to light up and support what I was doing.

Smoke began to billow up the house through the cracks of the tile and some chose another path to slip through the walls made of woven bamboo.

I waited long enough this time, I thought to say in my heart hoping that the food being made this time was filled with blessings and beneficial for the person who would eat it.

The flame was already burning, I then placed a frying pan filled with cooking oil on top of the furnace ready to work together to heat up what was on it.

While waiting for the cooking oil to heat up, I tried to stretch all my muscles, because I did not want to experience muscle cramps anymore just because I lifted weights too often.

Shortly after, Jaka came to the kitchen to get to me.

“Mbak, Jaka who fried know the same tempo, because Jaka can not cook rice.”

Looking at my two excited sisters, I returned the words with a smile hinting that my task this time could be replaced by her.

Not wanting to waste any time, while Jaka was frying, I decided to cook rice instead.

I looked for Roni to ask for the rice that he had washed and immediately put it in the pot with coconut milk that had just boiled.

Moments after putting the rice in, I felt something was awkward because it was not like I usually cooked rice.

I just realized I forgot to add some extra flavoring. A little pepper and bay leaf pieces and some garlic cloves I finally included in the group of boiling coconut milk.

Pans that harden, will be very difficult to clean. I no longer want to spend the rest of my energy in one day just to clean the pot.

Therefore, every time I cook rice, I will keep and continue to stir the rice dough.

Sweat soaked my forehead, the sun had also begun to show its prowess.

I couldn't make time to turn back so I could get more room to relax even if I was sitting quietly in the kitchen.

I just realized, that just cooking like this turned out to take a long time.

Coconut milk also takes time to understand and absorb.

I decided to prepare a boiler to cook rice. Until if the coconut milk has seeped into the rice, then I move it into a boiler that is ready. In addition, I also did not forget to prepare the chili.

Every now and then, I closed my eyes as I endured the pain of the chili I made myself.

When I was busy mengolek sambal, at first glance looks Jaka who is focusing on frying tempe and know the previous I have prepared.

So careful the boy when turning the tofu and tempe one by one on the frying pan.

“Jaka, don't forget ya..” shouted me.

“Do not forget what, mbak?” jaka asked as well by shouting.

“There is no chicken breast.” Jaka said.

I forgot I still haven't pulled chicken breasts out of the freezer. Suddenly I paused my willingness to give up chili, and rested my eyes for a while.

Refrigerator in the middle room, can not function normally. Since Father's departure, there's no one in this house who can fix the old fridge.

The refrigerator door was filled with fruit-shaped magnets and some stickers obtained by her sisters when buying snacks to be a marker of how long the refrigerator was loyal to my family.

All items that must be refrigerated, must enter the freezer section. Because the main part of the refrigerator no longer produces cold air anymore.

I saw there was a blue crackle that wrapped the chicken breast, fortunately the chicken breast was finished I cut so no longer spend time puffing it.

“Jaka, here.”

My sister who heard me call her immediately ran towards the living room with a spatula in her left hand.

I handed the chicken breast to him and handed over all the frying to Jaka and Roni.

“Do not get too fatigued ya.” my word warns Jaka who once he fell asleep while frying milkfish as his favorite side dish.

“Aman, boss!” sahut Jaka while taking the package and returning to his post.

My business with sambal I continue until it is finished. Now, just check if the rice is not yet mature.

I open the lid of the boiler that has been dented and no longer shiny it. As the steam greeted me so densely that it was steaming upwards, water droplets from evaporation also dripped from the inner side of the boiler lid.

The wooden cradle that Mother used to joke with her children is now gone when the flood hit my village.

Currently, I already have a replacement in the form of purple plastic barrel that was once debated by my two sisters with me just because of the color problems they do not like.

I debated at that time with my words, because if there were not soon this centong, they would not be able to cook rice and eat every day.

Although my two sisters finally accepted, but a sullen face made me laugh at that moment.

I took a plastic barrel on the shelf on the table, to use immediately to take a pinch of rice. And it turns out, it still feels a little hard to indicate he needs extra time to mature.

“Jaka, how? Is it finished or not?”

“Already, mbak. Why?” exclaim Roni.

I didn't know if they were done long enough and this time was eating freshly lifted tempeh from the frying pan.

“If you have, do not forget to lift and then put into the usual container. The rice will soon be ripe as well. Ma'am, want to take a shower first.”

“Each 86, commander!” replied Jaka who heard what I just said.