Who Is He?

I went to the kitchen and helped Melva tidy up the dishes, wash them for a while, I took part in cleaning up the leftovers from our meal.

"Are you okay? If not, you better just sleep again" said Melva who was worried about my condition, because she knew I was not okay.

"It's okay, I think it's better now than before," I said smiling at him, he smiled back at me.

"Okay then let's tidy up first then we cook," he said who continued the conversation between the two of us.

"Okay, I agree with you" We laughed again together.

"Oh yeah how was your outing with lord Belbatom yesterday?" Asked Melva who was a little curious, because I hadn't told him anything about Belbatom.

"He is very polite and very friendly, he also seems to be the type of person who is very kind to many people, moreover he has many acquaintances in town," I said explaining to Melva because she wanted to know what happened.

"Hmmm ... looks like you've found someone who suits you huh," He said mocking me.

"Ah no, after all, it's just the first meeting between the two of us, and I still have a lot to do compared to just thinking about people like that," I said not wanting to talk about Belbatom, besides I haven't even met at all with him and he also doesn't know me any further.

"Hehe, just tell me when you start to like it, I'll keep it a secret," Melva teased me again, I just laughed in response.

"Come on, let's quickly cook the food we will serve, it's getting late," I said telling him to cook something better because it was getting late and it would be a shame if we missed breakfast.

"Don't worry, we can cook food that can cook quickly," said Melva.

"Oh yeah, what kind of food is that?" I asked a little curious.

"Fried eggs, added with soy sauce and sauce, just serve the rice, then the taste will be very delicious, easy isn't it," he said while holding a few eggs in his hand.

"Yes, whatever you eat, I'll go with you," I said to him while washing the dirty dishes.

"Why do you seem like you don't like it like that?" He said with a frown on his face.

"Oh no, but I'm washing, so I don't think about cooking something hehe," I said trying to cheer him up.

"Then let me cook it for you, after that we have breakfast together," said Melva who was already getting ready to take some of her cooking utensils, a frying pan and also a bowl for whisking eggs and a few other utensils that made her look very suitable to be a chef, with an apron on her head. added an elongated white shirt and a large hat on his head.

"Are you dressed up so fully just to beat the eggs?" I said mocking himself when wearing a fully equipped outfit.

"After all, even if it's just an egg, we have to cook it with passion," he said as he plopped an egg into the bowl.

"Yes, I want to be a chef," I said.

"You just focus on washing, let me cook food for you this time" He also focused on returning to cooking food that could be served immediately.

I hold the dishes that are dirty and I clean, finished from washing, I tidy everything, arranged so well on a dish rack that is already available, don't forget, I put all the plates and spoons and forks in their proper places.

It feels so relieved when we can finish a job, allowing me to enjoy my day again.

We also eat together in the morning, seeing her who is like a mother figure, as well as my sister, makes me feel so close to her, and maybe she will be someone who is always there for me, even though I know one day, we will have our family each, but at least we will always remember every precious moment of togetherness between the two of us, and we still want to always get a place that is so good and also make some things that make ourselves able to always tell each other.

Melva, who always wanted to be a great chef, who could be famous at least in our country, kept her passionate about cooking and also selling her dishes in the market, selling special dishes in a shop that we rented, and we opened them every evening until evening.

In the morning we usually buy all the necessities for cooking, making us always want to be able to give the best results, for him cooking is not just making a portion of food, but giving a taste and also pouring feelings towards food is an important part in a meal. Cook.

For someone who is used to cooking, Melva is someone who has ambition and also a very strong desire, and she deserves if she can become a great chef.

"Wow, your cooking is delicious, even though it's only fried eggs but I admit it's delicious," I said to him.

"Hey, are you praising or making fun of my food?" He said who looked a little annoyed because he could only give a fried egg.

"Praise dong, why am I trying to insinuate you?" I asked him.

"Because it's only eggs, right? Come on, admit it to you." He said cornering me.

"Hehehe, let's focus on eating first, then we'll clean it up," I said, diverting the conversation.

"Oh yeah, it's too late in the afternoon and I don't have time to go to the market, will you come with me to the market? Or are you still traumatized by what happened yesterday?" He said that he wanted to take me to the market, but he understood and understood that it seems I still have a little trauma because just yesterday, the people at the market treated me very badly.

"Okay, let's go to the market and buy some supplies," I said agreeing to his invitation.

"Eh, I'm the one who goes to the market, maybe you're the part of cleaning up the house, huh hehe," He said trying to just divide the tasks, maybe he understood I still felt a little uncomfortable when I had to go to the market again.

"Hmm... Well, I'm the neat one, you're the one who goes to the market" I said.

"Well then, it's just a compact team," he continued.

"Huu ... You are," I said back.

We finished breakfast cleaning everything and tidying up all our cooking utensils, making everything very tidy again, after we messed up all the equipment we got, it made me want to be able to do something fun.

I also finished tidying up the plates, and also the spoons, ah I feel so tired, after all that, I opened the bathroom door, with a splash of water hitting my body, washing all parts from the top of my head to the tips of my feet.

Heading to my room, I walked slowly while drying my hair with my towel, I wiped my entire body, didn't forget to put on perfume and also put my clothes back on, after everything was complete, I opened the window to let the air into the room to feel fresher and circulate air. better.

I was shocked by what I saw, someone in a black robe was in front of my room, I saw the clothes he was wearing were the same as what I had seen before, walking like someone looking for someone else, his footsteps were visible.

I was afraid to look at him, a radiance of energy that made me feel like someone was terrified, it made me want so badly to be able to get away and away from him, I wanted to run a little.

I fell because I was shocked by what I saw, I wanted to close the bedroom window again, but his footsteps were getting closer to my bedroom window, my hand hairs started to stand up, sweat started pouring out of me unconsciously.

What should I do, he's really scary, his face has burns on the left side, I can't see him over and over again, oh how is this, I thought for a moment.

Where my home environment is very quiet, because most people have started to leave our place, many have immigrated to a much more decent place, because in the neighborhood where we live, it is so far to reach places that can be visited, such as markets. which is quite far away, it takes thirty minutes to travel, surrounded by wilderness and flanked by several houses, making the environment that I live in feels so foreign to live in, maybe there are only a few people who live around here, and I also rare to greet them.

"Knock... Knock.."

"Knock... Knock.."

"Knock .. Knock ..." Six knocks on the door sounded from the front, made me feel that something was going to happen, I became so panicked, that I immediately cursed under my bed.

I didn't have time to close my bedroom window, my hair didn't drop at all, instead, I got taller on my feet, it felt goosebumps, it felt like I was trapped in my room, I hope he doesn't see my room where the window is open.

"Verona, are you in there?" A familiar voice came from a front door.

My heart started to return to normal and I felt like I was coming back to life after having felt it once before with a loud tone.

"It's me Anderson" A voice I wanted to confirm, whether it was Anderson, or maybe it wasn't Anderson but the man in the black robe.

I opened the door to my house and confirmed that it was Anderson, making me feel calmer and very comfortable when I opened my door and it turned out to be Ander.

"Ah thank goodness, didn't you see someone in a black robe out here?" I asked him.