Love Agusd The Handsome Cat
70. Cooking Demo

"If you're sure, I'm also sure Archi will fail. But yes, maybe there will be a miracle that makes him actually able to cook and not destroy his mother's kitchen." replied Andini resigned.

"So we're dealing?" ask Susan.

"Deal!" Andini shakes hands with Susan.

Tomorrow's a good day after Agust leaves for work. Archi went to the kitchen and was ready to learn how to cook.

"What do you want?" ask the mother who just finished washing the dishes.

"I want to learn to cook" replied Archi.

"What's? Do you want to learn to cook?" I almost had a heart attack.

"Yes Mother. I'm already big and want to learn to cook" Archi said confidently.

"You don't have to learn to cook. You have a smart husband who cooks. The soul mate complements Archi, you can not cook, thank God your husband is good at cooking. So you don't have to force yourself, do you?" Mom gave me a dish that essentially forbade Archi to cook.

Archi looked at mom sharply.

"Mother!" firmly with a soft yet unsheathed tone.

"I want to learn to cook. So mom taught me how to cook for today!" pinta Archi's.

"Well, if you're determined." Mom finally relented.

"What do you want to cook?" ask Mother.

"Sayur lodeh!" archi replied while putting the recipe notes on the kitchen table.

"Oh my God!" Mom breathed a very long breath.

"Take the material you have recorded from the refrigerator" said Mother.

"Good Mom!" Archi smiled gleefully walking to the refrigerator.

"Carrot, corn, purple eggplant,..." Archi took out the materials he could find in the refrigerator.

Braangggs... Bruggh..braa!!!!!

Some of the food preparation boxes that I had stored in the refrigerator fell scattered in Archi's hands. Mother patted her forehead while massaging her chest.

"Sorry!" Archi grinned then would tidy up the mess but he instead made the vegetables he had taken fall from his lap.

"Patience...Patience!" mumbling mother then helped Archi clean up the mess.

After the ingredients in the refrigerator he found, Archi brought it to the kitchen table.

"Take the galangal in the kitchen spice basket right there!" point Mom to a small wooden basket rack in the corner of the kitchen table.

"Squash?" the one in mind Archi paint brush.

"It's shaped like ginger" said the mother who knew Archi knew ginger better than her friend.

"This?" Archi raised a large amount of turmeric.

"No, it's turmeric." Mom finally intervened herself to take galangal.

"It's called galangal" pointed to Mother.

"Oh. There's no brush?" asked Archi innocently.

The cooking continues. Archi started by peeling the carrot skin. At that time his finger was scratched by a knife and had to be plastered.

Archi managed to saute the seasoning, although there were several other incidents before, such as spilled oil. The fire was too big to make a scorch of his thumb, his finger being sliced by the knife again and anything else that tested his mother's patience.

The cooking is half done. Archi stirred the vegetables in the pot and accidentally hit his wrist into the hot pot.

"Switch.aduuh!" archi Rintih.

"You're the old Archi. This is why I don't want you in the kitchen. You can hurt yourself. Look at your hand, so full of wounds. You cook but rich go to war!" mother who had run out of stock patiently while smearing Archi's burn with ointment.

"You don't have to force yourself to cook. You're lucky to have Agust who is good at cooking and reliable!" cerocos Mother unknowingly hurt her daughter who was trying to cook.

"Yes indeed! I am not reliable. I can't do anything right. Even work in the office too, can survive because of Ridwan's help!" jikak Archi annoyed and left the kitchen.

"Arachis!" My mother also regretted her words.

Angrily Archi went out of the house and went somewhere.

"This is Archi's cooking?" asked Sister to taste the vegetable lodeh that Archi had made.

"Yes. He cooked half-finished, "mom answered by his forehead.

"But it's delicious," praised brother.

"Mother reset it. He could not even tell which sugar and salt were the difference. But I can't wait to teach him. I shouldn't be mad at her either." I regretted.

"Mother was angry that she wasn't really because of the mess she was making but because she saw she was hurt" she added.

Agust who just returned from work listened to my brother and mother from outside the kitchen.

"Where is the Arch?" ask Brother.

"Not knowing mom either. He went out" replied Mother.

Meanwhile....

Ting Nong's....

The bell in an apartment unit reads. A burly man with a puffed up chest because his muscles opened the door.

A charming smile bloomed on his handsome face.

"Arachis!" he cried in disbelief, the person who just hit the doorbell was the woman of his dreams.

"Sore Sir!" sapa Archi lethargic.

"Sore. Let's go to Archi!" said Ridwan let Archi in.

Archi went inside Ridwan's apartment. A smile had not faded from Ridwan's face as he closed the door and looked at his girl from behind.

"What dream did I have last night? Archi's in my apartment right now?" thought Ridwan sumringah.

"Come sit down!" get Ridwan.

"Thank you sir." Archi was still limp, sitting on the sofa.

"Sir.pak keep you tuh. Call me a name anyway!" the Ridwan protest sat next to Archi.

"Why did you suddenly come here Archi?" asked Ridwan wondering what wind brought Archi to his doorstep.

"I don't know either. I'm still upset to keep walking aimlessly and keep thinking of coming here." replied Archi with slightly manyun lips.

"You're upset why? Wo...why are your hands injured by gini?" ridwan asked as he held Archi's hand which was almost full of plaster and wounds.

"Because it's the subject." replied Archi lazily.

"Keep you're upset why?" ridwan asked.

"I'm upset because I want to learn to cook, and instead get scolded by Mom for making a lot of chaos." said Archi.

Ridwan chuckled at hearing it.

"You're just as rich as anyone else. I'm going home!" mencam Archi standing up.

"Eh..iya.iya.iya.

"Sorry." said Ridwan to make Archi sit back.

"I just want to be able to cook, wounds are not okay the name is also a process, learn."

"But that's not a little wound," Inner Ridwan responded.

Krucu...Krucu.....

Suddenly a discordant song from Archi's stomach that was just filled by breakfast this morning.

"You hungry?" ask Ridwan.

"Awhile I'll cook you something," said Ridwan.

"Can you cook too?" ask Archi.

"Slightly," replied Ridwan lowly.

"Do you want to go to the kitchen?" ask Ridwan.

"May.., I want to see you cook."

"You can cook too. I teach you," said Ridwan.

"I didn't cook. The important thing is I can eat now."

"Ready boss!" answer Ridwan.

Arriving at Ridwan's apartment kitchen. Ridwan began to prepare the ingredients he would use for cooking.

While Archi sat in a high chair in front of the kitchen table, watching Ridwan cook.

Deftly and deftly Ridwan pointed to his ability to cook. Archi looked at him in admiration.

In the middle of the cooking show, Ridwan was struck with a circle of arms around his waist from behind him. Ridwan smiled with excitement.

"It's so sweet!" said Archi extending his head to the front side of Ridwan with a smile, looking up his head looking at Ridwan's face.

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