Menantu Pahlawan Negara by Sarjana

Chapter 39

“Mom.” Aurelia hesitantly interrupted Linda’s praise and shifted the conversation. “Apart from disliking pasta, does Mr. Snyder have any other food preferences?”

The silence stretched for more than ten seconds after Linda heard her question. Aurelia assumed it was a signal issue.

“Mom? Mom? Can you hear me?”

“Leslie told you that he dislikes pasta? Did he… Personally mention it to you?” Linda sounded startled.

“Yes. Mom, is there something wrong?” Aurelia was puzzled.

“When Leslie was young, there was a school project where kids had to make carbonara for their parents. Coincidentally, it was his father’s birthday.”

“Leslie tried his best to make carbonara for his father, but it ended with him being scolded and hearing hurtful words.

“He doesn’t hate the taste of pasta. It’s certain implications associated with it that he despises. Since then, he never eats pasta.”

Linda’s tone turned melancholic as she recounted the event.

Aurelia stood amidst the vast array of shelves as her gaze lost its luster. She couldn’t fathom the disappointment that Leslie had felt in his childhood.

him pasta earlier, he had not shown any signs of disdain. Perhaps, it

“Mom, I got it.”

but I’m not skilled at it and they tend to

as you might think. Don’t dislike him just because of his

that Aurelia might consider leaving Leslie

worry,” Aurelia said as she pushed the cart toward another

I won’t disturb your shopping anymore.” With that,

“Okay, bye.”

the call. After having purchased some ingredients for ravioli dough,

returned to her apartment, the place was

then set aside some meat and vegetables to start making

schedule and Leslie’s frequent overtime, Aurelia decided to make extra ravioli that could be stored for later consumption. They would only cook the frozen ravioli when

an hour of work, Aurelia managed to wrap over 80 ravioli. She then used the remaining fillings

container in the fridge. After completing everything,

it was almost

then she decided to send

will you be

was no

the small ravioli on the kitchen counter. It was not the right time to cook them yet. Otherwise, they might clump

sat on the couch and opened her laptop. The name “Ian” Florence had mentioned suddenly came to mind. Out of

and interested in this name. There were a few