Badboy That Sucks
169. The charred!!

Arkan nodded his head, "well Dad, but I want to apologize to Kamila!" answer Arkan.

"Judah tomorrow again apologize, now you are sleeping! I want to sleep, too" Marvin told Arkan to let the young man follow his orders.

"Dad, I'm sorry to worry you!"

After that Arkan went upstairs he went into Kamila's room. The girl was sleeping and she was hugging the doll and Kamila's eyes were swollen, it seemed like she had cried before going to bed and it made Arkan feel even more

guilty.

Arkan locked the door, he took off his jacket and motorcycle key and put it on the sofa.

Arkan went into the bathroom to wash his face. After that Arkan climbed on the bed he hugged Kamila.

"Sorry Baby!" whispered Arkan.

"Last noon, I knew I was wrong, sorry!"

Kamila who kept her eyes open she saw Arkan she tried to take off Arkan's embrace.

"Leave Arkan!" kamila said.

Arkan even tightened his embrace.

"Deliver!" kamila Exclamation.

"No dear!" answer Arkan.

Kamila cries she is angry at Arkan but Kamila misses too.

"Wicked Lo Arkan hikSs, you go where all day, I know I've been yelling at you but you don't have to miss all day!" kamila said sobbing in Arkan's chest.

Arkan can't bear him wiping Kamila's head, "Sorry, I'm jealous of the same attention men laim, I just need my own time to mind!" said.

"Gue also did not say that macem macem kok if that's what you fear. I love you Kamila! I don't want to make you sick!" continued.

Kamila shook her head, "Gue isn't worried about Raka, I'm worried about you Arkan! Hix... I'm afraid of why-why!" he said with tears flowing.

Kamila reciprocated Arkan's embrace, Arkan closed his eyes as he tried to keep himself calm so as not to let go again.

"Gue know Kamila, sorry! Sorry to make you cry! Now you can punish me and ask anything from me, because I've made you cry!"

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Kamila was now sitting quietly in the kitchen together with Arkan.

Not with Arkan, but he was alone. Kamila punished Arkan for making cakes, Kamila did not want to eat Arkan's cakes.

Arkan used his apron, just then continued to snort annoyedly.

"Mil, I really can't make cake, let me not make cake, fried egg aja gosong, replace the punishment. We're going to the kek mall for my money!" arkan said.

"No! I want you to make a cake, ask who made gur kesel. I love the recipe, you stay with me later!" said Kamila.

Arkan just scratched his head he stared at the eggs, margarine and other ingredients with a worried heart.

"This is what else his name is, you ruthless Mil! The sentence was replaced by another one," Arkan said.

"Gue wants you to make a roll. strawberry sponge," said Kamila ketus and it made Arkan surprised.

"luckily, don't you have to make it hard like this how? Just look at the hard video, Kamila Darling," Arkan said.

Kamila looked at Arkan, a cage that was stared at only looked back with a confused look.

"Kok diem, let's get started!" kamila.

"Gue didn't know Kamila had to do it first!" Kamila patted her shoulder, Arkan was very slow when it came to dealing with the kitchen.

"Lo if you fight a pinter, now you weigh all the ingredients first, the eggs enter first into the container. Sepahin yolks are just as white," Kamila said as she pointed to the egg.

Arkan scratches his head that is not itchy. Iya confused how to separate between egg yolk and egg white. So in the end he broke all his eggs and put them in a container.

"That's why it should be uniting yellow just as white as being separated" Kamila protested.

"This is a spoon of yellow trus entered into the other container," said Arkan.

Kamil shook his head, "It's up to you anyway you use the egg white just one yolk is ten," said Kamila.

After successfully separating the yolk and egg white Arkan began to weigh the ingredients of the cake.

"The eggs are shaken together with sugar, a hundred grams of sugar," Kamila said again.

"Well, how does this shake?"

"It's just a shake with a mixer, Arkan."

Arkan took the mixer that was in the kitchen.

"I should be the one who is angry, he who made my sprain is also punished. Not fair!" muttered Arkan annoyed.

"You don't really need to continue here let me just later the cake wants me to share!" saut Kamila and it makes Arkan haggard.

"Dear not, sincere!" answer Arkan.

Arkan began to turn on his mixer fortunately Alisha's mixer does not need to be held. The tool can move on its own because there is a holder that supports it so that while the tool is moving, Arkan can weigh the other cake ingredients.

After the eggs and sugar are whipped into white and traces, Arkan also includes wheat flour, maizena and milk. Only then did he put in the butter that he had melted.

"How do you think?" ask Arkan.

Kamila gave a baking sheet to Arkan.

"The dough goes into this pan and continues to bake in the oven" Kamila said.

Arkan also obeyed Kamila's words, lya put the cake batter she had shaken into the baking pan and put it in the oven.

"Done!"

"That's a great tape!" Arkan approached Kamila who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Hoo far, you stink of Arkan's eggs!"

Kamila pushed Arkan away.

The ignorant Arkan instead hugged Kamila, and rubbed his head.

"Lo smells!" said.

Kamila chuckled she was just jokingly telling Arkan to stay away, now the girl was rubbing Arkan's hair wet with sweat.

While waiting for the cake to ripen, Arkan sat in front of Kamila with Kamila.

Ting...

The sound of the oven made Arkan rise up he opened it and looked inside. He opened his eyes.

"Miles!" arkan said as he turned his body to show the cake.

The charred! Arkan had never made a cake before the oven temperature was too hot so that within 15 minutes the cake he baked was burnt.

Kamila and the housekeeper in the house were holding back laughter seeing the cake that Arkan lifted into blackness and charred, scorching,

"That's right, I said what, too. I can't make a cake, can't I? If it is gini how can it be a roll sponge? There is this mah so sponge scorched." lamented Arkan sad.

The young man felt a little disappointed because he failed to make a good cake for his lover.

Seeing the disappointment Arkan Kamila could only smile, his anger disappeared instantly.he approached Arkan rubbed his arm and then cut a burnt cake.

"Paiiit, but make him use love?" kamila said with a laugh.

Arkan just grinned at hearing Kamila's words.

"I'm sorry so eat a barbecue. Though all your words I've followed," said Arkan sadly he bowed to him.

It's funny to see Arkan's face is very cute especially the young man using a pink apron.

"All the ingredients are real, how to make it too. But the oven temperature was too hot. 150 Should be enough."

Arkan raised his head, "So you didn't tell me" Arkan protested.

"And the title I again kelas lo, the cave time you also know," said Kamila.