The Winter Man
#136 De Willson family fried rice
Intending to trouble her husband following the advice of his in-laws, Milan. But Yura's pregnancy is not fussy at all other than feeling nausea or vomiting occasionally.
He doesn't crave anything either. Yura just sits in bed reading a novel while Winter is in the bathroom.
"Bored as well, what drama did I do. If you pretend to be sick, then it hurts" murmured Yura with a novel on her thigh.
Yura kept thinking about something. Until finally a smile slowly spread on his face.
Winter came out of the bathroom and approached his wife. He had just sat by the side of the bed until Yura finally asked for something.
"I want satay."
"Sate what?"
"Eumm .. chicken."
Winter nodded then took the phone on the nightstand.
"I want you to buy it."
"Huh?"
"I want you to buy it" Yura repeated.
"But you'll be here by yourself, Yura."
"There's a waiter. Just call me if you need anything."
"I'm looking for it now." Winter stroked his wife's head and left, making the smile on Yura's face expand instantly.
*
Twenty minutes later, Winter came to bring a plate of satay to his wife with a glass of water.
He kept the glass at the table and sat down on the side of the bed.
"That's chicken?" ask Yura.
"Yes ..." Winter was about to feed Yura until the end.
"I want a cow."
Winter put the satay in her hand back to the plate. "So he said chicken."
"No, I said cow."
Winter was silent, trying to remember what might have been his ears misheard. Ah, but Winter was sure Yura said chicken. Not wanting to argue, Winter finally relented.
"So you want a cow?"
Yura nodded.
"I bought it again."
Winter kept the chicken satay plate on the table. Before leaving he stroked his wife's head gently first.
Twenty minutes later Winter came back with the hot cow satay. He smiled as he approached his wife.
"Here, satay your cow."
Yura took the plate and ate it voraciously making Winter smile happy to see it.
"I want some fried rice."
"Not full?" one of Winter's eyebrows shot up.
"Kan eat satay does not use rice. Not full yet."
"Oh .. yasudah, I bought it first."
"I want Daddy Maxime's fried rice."
Winter's speechless. That means Yura asked her to cook, which is the problem that the typical fried rice of the De Willson Winter family never made it because she did not really like fried rice.
"Do you know the recipe?" ask Yura.
"I can ask Daddy. Wait here, I make it first."
It made the smile on Yura's face inflate perfectly. Winter came out of the room into the kitchen.
On the steps Winter called his father.
"Winter ..." call Maxime.
"Teach me make fried rice, Dad."
Maxime laughing. "Yura sure is yes ..."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Oke Dad teach. Oh yeah, your bad brother's coming home. Want to come pick them up?"
"I asked Yura first," said Winter as she opened the refrigerator.
"She's going to, she hasn't seen Noah and Kai's dorm yet. Help Dad find a good campus for them. Noah wants to be an architect, Kai wants to be a doctor."
"Look at their value first Dad," Winter said, removing tomatoes and cucumbers from the refrigerator.
"If they're ugly, let them be Glory and Gery's manager."
Winter chuckles softly. Then Maxime taught Winter to make fried rice, sometimes they talked indistinctly, more precisely Maxime who continued to mumble throughout Winter chopping tomatoes and other spices.
Maxime also told how troublesome it was when Milan craved first until he had to go to the corners just to find strawberries from his garden directly, also went to the corners with a three-bell like eggplant.
"If Yura is playing you about cravings, don't be angry. Just obey, we will not feel pain when giving birth so it is okay to bother until fatigue. Your mommy shed so much blood when she gave birth to you and Summer, her face pale. Dad feels guilty, but how else would Dad want to have children too."
"Feel guilty but kid's up to four," led Winter.
"Hehehe .. had wanted a daughter but could not, but four was enough. And now Alea's a granddaughter ..."
Winter moved the fried rice from the frying pan to the plate. "I'm done making it, Dad."
"Good, you gave it directly to Yura."
"Yes, thank you Dad."
"Name ..."
Seriate