Ritz Carlton floor 37. Disi remembered the dark wood door. There is only one door here meaning, this whole floor is his. She once brought here after her exhibition in Grand Indonesia couple months ago, it was too late to get back to Bogor so kris asked her to stay in his apartment here. The last time she went here, kris wasn’t here. He was abroad. His mother accompanied her. Disi didn’t know much about his family. one thing she know that’s his a momma boy. Disi never knew about his father either kris also never told about him. His mother never even mention about the other family member. it seems they were just living together since kris was a little boy.

They entered the room, it reminds disi of how Dulce Maria’s apartement was, without the super wide stairs beside the table. it was vague, she was tired at that time, she could only remember kris’s mom guiding her to the bedroom. A glass door separated the front room with the living room. Kris hung his coat. he throw the car key to the desk under the table. he immediately went to kitchen to grab some cold drink

‘minum dis?’
‘eh, iya’ disi replied as she sat on the sofa
‘aer nih, dingin’ he raised the glass inviting her to come to the bar. disi walked towards. kris was scanning the refrigerator.

‘hmmm’
‘ngapain?’
‘jadi pengen masak, hmm ada tomat…’ he opened the drawer above him ‘ah, masak pasta aja yuk dis’
‘aku kan gak bisa masak,’ she replied instantly
‘it’s okay, i’ll cook’ he curl the arm and grab apron.
‘yauda aku bantuin makannya aja deh’ she laughed. he smirks
‘anything you like sweetheart’

He heated the pan and boiled the water. Disi looked around the place. there wasn’t even a photograph of his family. it’s all painting and painting and painting and statue and vase. not even photograph.

‘kamu tinggal disini?’ she asked
‘eh? occasionally. tapi akhir” ini sih iya. kemaren rumah yang di kemang di jual. mama pindah permanen ke kanada lagi soalnya. so, this is what i got left in jakarta’ kris explained while chopping onion
‘hmm, sendiri’
‘unless you want to stay here with me, nggak aku gak sendirian’ he uttered mushy words
‘TAEEEK’ she laughed.

Disi walked over the room, there are 3 more bedrooms as she remembered. there is also a small open garden. you just need a chirripa and this is really Dulce Maria’s apartment. She could smell garlic in the air, she smiled. She knew kris wasn’t good at cooking, still he was better cook than her. she never regret that she never learnt to cook. at the moment she even think to ever needed to learn.

A oak brown album catches disi’s eyes as she try to reach the kitchen back. she grabbed it, it was written ‘Album’ in