Bad Boy'S Sweet Love
Helps Wash Plates

The sound in the kitchen makes curious, because people are busy cooking. I just sit back in the front yard of the house, enjoying the breeze that hits my face. Many neighbors who looked at me with a look of wonder, but I ignored the word that has a house, consider it as family only if someone asked.

"What's Cantika cooking again, huh?" Stand up straight, trying to walk towards the smell of cooking, which is delicious from earlier disturbing the stomach.

The stomach starts to rumble. Worms in the stomach want to be beaten by food, so as not to spoil the pain of hunger. The fragrant smell of sauteed spices, the more it makes the nose interested to taste immediately.

"From the smell alone, you turned out to be good at cooking too!" Bathin.

Walking limping. Don't want to bother anymore, like spoiled sitting in a wheelchair. Fortunately, lives saved are to be thankful. They are good people, so you have to be kind as well.

"Is there anything to help? You look overwhelmed," asked finally near the kitchen, after a few minutes of distress.

"Eeh, no, really. You sit down or just rest."

"Don't do that. You seem bothered, here I help!" I can't seem to just be quiet.

"Don't ... ! I'm really fine, if you don't help me. You're sick again so it's better to take a lot of rest, fear it gets worse later."

"No pa-pa, Kok. I don't feel good if I don't help. The body feels sore all, and will get lethargic if not moved."

Start holding the stacked dishes, baskons, and fryers in the washtub. Hands started to grab the soap and wanted to rub it. Although not experienced, but have seen in television commercials.

"Duh, you don't bother that. I'll get angry later, if I know you're telling me to help."

"Calm down, let me help you answer. Not telling, but it was my own will that deliberately wanted to help."

"But-?"

"Now, don't doubt that. You continue cooking, let all this filthy stuff be my business."

"Hh, fine if that's your will."

Finally Cantika gave up too. Hands start to deftly one by one want to look shiny. Somewhat distress too, if the stick is on the right armpit to support the legs, but more unpleasant if already sleeping, but no manners want to help clean up.

Piled foam. After finishing the soap, turn on the faucet to rinse it off. Hopefully what I do is useful, which even though I do not want to be considered a burden in this house.

All at once our views were equally glancing. It seems we are both still ashamed of the incident. There is a sense of reassertion, but try as much as possible to normalize the situation, so there is no awkwardness between us.

Accidentally our wrists touched each other when Cantika put the dirty pan, and we were immediately shocked by both gazing with embarrassment. Really made uncomfortable this situation. What really happened between us? So that this awkward feeling makes it unpleasant, if only together like this.

"Assalamualaikum" The voice of greeting a Father.

Guess that's Cantika's father.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered compactly.

Cantika ran towards the direction of the voice. I'm still busy with washing, because there are still some I'm not ready to clean.

"Duh, Son Revan. Why do you bother helping, Cantika. Your condition has not fully recovered, you know," he stared in wonder, as I began to sit.

Cantika deftly help pour water, then take a plate and siphon the rice two centongs.

"Thank you."

"Hmm, you're welcome."

"There's nothing, sir. Once the body is moved, so that the muscles do not stiff continue. If there is such an activity, let the pain not suffocate."

"Yes, already. You but be careful, because the leg wound will be healed long."

"Ready, Sir. I'll always remember what you said."

"Yes, let's eat."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." Thank you."

"Don't bother so. Let's just say we've become a family. My son told me, right?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you very much to me, who doesn't even know who I am."

"Look easy. We are also happy to help people who are in trouble. It's counted as a good charity."

"Yes, sir."

We enjoyed the food with service. No chatter, just the detingan spoon continues to accompany.

It turns out that he ate at home during the day. Although there are own clinics or stalls nearby, the word child's cooking is more delicious and delicious. It's true what he said, because now taste it.

The container is not enough to serve the side dish earlier, so stack more laundry. Poor to see that sweet girl cleaning back and forth, so intent on helping again.

"What class are you in?"

"I'm still second class, brother!" He throws a friendly smile.

"Don't call Brother. Revan's enough, "let me know.

"But, it's not good to just call a name, anyway afraid people ask why not call Brother."

"Yes too, anyway. It's up to you, how good. What's important is to relax between us."

"Yes, Brother."

I'm still wrestling with the dishes. Cantika seems to be busy with other business that is sweeping and mopping. An diligent child, always helping parents, very different as I see cultivated, who likes spoiled and prioritizes appearance only.