Mrs. RONDO

Today I accompanied my husband to ijab qabul with another woman. At first, I refused to come, because I felt that this was none of my business. However, Senyo insisted that I couldn't help but obey his orders.

After the contract was completed, I was brought to their new home. I also don't know when Senyo bought it for Clarin.

I was ordered by Clarin to cook the rib soup. Unfortunately, after the food was served on the table and I was about to take it, suddenly Clarin blocked my hand. Take a plate and put a pinch of rice and soup on it. Clarin doesn't allow me to eat like a normal human.

In addition, Clarin also asked me to arrange her room to make it look beautiful. Imagining them making out passionately on the bed I was sprinkled with roses made my chest heat up instantly. I don't know what this feeling is. To the point that I decided to run away from their house after I finished my work.

I rode a motorcycle taxi and immediately headed for the cooking class. I'm happy because the one who teaches is the owner directly. Who else if not Mrs. Rondo. A 50 year old woman who is none other than my neighbor in the village. Mrs. Rondo recently moved to this city and set up a cooking tutoring business.

I found Mrs. Rondo talking to some women. She waved his hand at me.

"Nara, have you come?" she asked kindly.

"Am I going too fast?" I saw the clock stopped at 12:00, while the course started at 13:00.

"No. There were already some people who came. Sit down," said Mrs. Rondo, patting the empty chair next to her.

This building is not too big, but quite neat and pleasing to the eye. Cooking utensils are arranged in a special cupboard. The smell of food pierced the nose.

Mrs. Rondo's concoction is second to none. She can create menus that no one else has thought of before. No wonder she was able to open a cooking course in this city.

"Nara, is it true that you are married?" asked Mrs. Rondo shortly after some of the women had gone to the kitchen.

"How did you know?" I asked back. I have never told anyone about my marriage.

Miss Rondo's eyes flashed. Seems to be thinking about something.

"Ah never mind. Just answer, Nara. After all, it's fine if we talk a little bit." Mrs. Rondo's rows of white teeth were visible.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm married and live here," I replied. Come to think of it, there's really no point in covering up my marriage even though Senyo and I don't love each other.

"Wow, right? Why not tell us in the village?"

I did not answer Mrs. Rondo's question. Our marriage was forced. It is impossible for me to announce it to the villagers.

In the next second, my eyes accidentally saw Mrs. Rondo's name tag. Turns out he has a beautiful real name.

"Permata Sari"

"Why you see it like that, Nara?" asked Mrs. Rondo in surprise.

I hastily averted my eyes.

"Is it your real name, huh?" I asked with a grin.

"Oh, so you saw my name tag. Oh, Nara. I'm suuzon." Mrs. Rondo covered her mouth. Her stomach heaved up and down from laughing.

A breeze came in through the wide open door. I let my children's hair be swept away by the whistle.

"Yes, the name is Permata Sari. There was an incident that caused my name to be called Rondo," she explained.

"Really? May I know, ma'am?" I fixed my sitting position. It seems interesting to listen to Mrs. Rondo's story while waiting for the course to start.

Laughter from several women who live in the kitchen could be heard from the living room. The place where Mrs. Rondo and I now. I don't know what they are talking about.

"Indeed you should know," replied Mrs. Rondo. I don't understand why she said that. Though it has nothing to do with whether I know it or not.

"Rondo means widow. I have been called Rondo since my husband died 21 years ago," said Mrs. Rondo, starting the story. "He died because he was hit by a man who was also in the same village as Mother,"

"Oh yes? Does that mean that the one who hit your husband was in our village?" My mind reflexively turned to my hometown. I know very well that Mrs. Rondo is a respected person in our village. Because their families have lived there for generations.

Mrs. Rondo only answered my question with a smile. I understand. Maybe she doesn't want to talk about her late husband any further. Yes, at least I already know the origin of the mention of Rondo.

"Oh, yes. Nara, does your in-laws also live in this city?" Mrs. Rondo changed the topic. Though I still want to hear the story of her past.

"Right ma'am,"

"May I know what is your mother-in-law's name?"

"Johan and Runi,"

Mrs. Rondo was silent for a moment. She stared at my eye fixedly. I was not very familiar with Mrs. Rondo when I was in the village. So, I don't really understand the real character.

"How many children do they have now?"

"My husband is an only child, Mom. Do you know Mr. Johan and Mrs. Runi?" I wonder why Mrs. Rondo asked about my in-laws' family in detail.

"Um, ah, no-no. I just want to know who your neighbor is married to," she answered nervously.

"It's one o'clock. Let's begin!"

Mrs. Rondo pulled my hand towards the kitchen. There were several women gathering ingredients for cooking and washing them.

I arrived home at five o'clock in the afternoon. I saw that there were still a lot of food ingredients in the kitchen. So I wanted to recreate the dishes that Mrs. Rondo had taught me.

An hour later, a plate of tilapia fat curry was served. I really appreciate the food menu made by my hand. I suddenly remembered Senyo. I have to give him this food as a form of thanks because he has paid for my cooking lessons.

"Hello, sir." I called Senyo.

"What is it?" There was a commotion in his voice.

"I know You will spend the night at Clarin's house, but stop here for a while. I want to give tilapia fat curry to You," I said excitedly.

"What for?"

"Mr. You have allowed me to take cooking lessons. Take this as a token of my gratitude." I also confused myself who suddenly cared about Senyo.

"Don't seek attention, Nara! I won't be affected," Senyo retorted. Made my head snap back.

"Who's looking for attention? I really want to give this tilapia fat curry to Mr. It feels different than usual."

"I never stopped there again. You eat alone."

"Good grief, sir. I can't afford to spend it alone. Besides, it's not too far away." I still hope that Senyo will heed my request.

"Do not force me! I can buy something tastier than that."

"Then, who will spend this?"

"Just give it to the cat!"

Crack!

Suddenly my mind was filled with disappointment. I sadly hung up the phone unilaterally. If you know this, it would be better if I didn't offer the food to Senyo in the first place.

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