Cooking for friends.

Last Friday and Saturday, i spent the whole day at home having friends came by and cooking meals for them.

Hidayah, whose birthday was only a day after mine came for dinner on Friday, while my princess Elle Mische whose birthday i didn’t remember came for lunch on Saturday.

“I told Yantie about your sandwich,” Hidayah came with her friend Yanti. Hidayah’s boyfriend Godop came later that night and joined us watching 2 movies – Frequency and The Fountain.

“Tapi sandwich tu sekarang dah evolved jadik omelette la Dayah,” during my university years, i used to make sandwiches and sold them to students. Egg sandwich was my specialty.

“Ala, lama tak makan sandwich Ajie buat.” People used to call me Ajie. Back in student years, they kinda have nicknames for everyone.

For it had become my specialty recently, this omelette never failed to impress anyone.

“The best omelette is when you use just about anything from the fridge.” Hidayah told me.

But i didn’t quite agree with her except when later she complimented my fridge. And nearly everyone had complimented my fridge and i loved every feeling of it. To have known that i owned one of the sexiest machines on earth.

“I want to steal your fridge,”

“Isn’t it sexy Elle Mische.”

For Hidayah and Yanti, i made them omelette and chicken soup. The soup was a bit salty due to using a cheaper chicken stock. The first ingredient written on the label of the chicken stock i bought was salt, and only the forth ingredient was chicken meat and fat. Being concern with price, i thought the real chicken stock with 91% chicken was a tad overpriced.

For Elle Mische my dear princess, i made her omelette and beef steak while putting my prayers to silence.

“Firdauz, should i come for dinner or lunch?”

“Both. You’re free the entire day right?”

I prayed to spend the entire Saturday just with Elle Mische – i missed her that much. But He put my own voice on the answering machine when i dialed His number. “For my own amusement.” He text me back. Because God had too much amusement and because Elle Mische was a sweetheart who came with 2 boxes of chocolates and biscuits, i made her a welcome drink.

“I make you a funny drink okay. And if you don’t like it, i’ll finish it.”

If everyone who came into my house had been served with a selection of wines, carbonated and yoghourt drinks, for Elle Mische, i mixed all of them into a glass.

“It’s not funny tasting,” she took a sip.

“It’s not bad also,” and then she took another sip.

“Okay, this is mine, you do yours.” She took the glass and i passed her the coaster.

Unlike the roller-coaster in His amusement park, this drink was a carnival. With songs from Corrine Bailey Rae’s second CD and Coldplay’s Viva La Vida playing in the background, we traded pleasant smiles as the main dialogue.

And a gentle kiss on the cheek and a warm hug being the epilogue.