My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 12's

Linda sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at the television screen with lips that kept smiling. Of course, who is not proud when their son has become one of the most famous Chefs in Indonesia.

The woman fixed her seat, preparing to watch a show, where her first son became a judge at one of the prestigious events.

"Have you started, Ma?" Gwen asked.

Then one of her twin daughters placed herself next to her mother, while placing a mug containing hot tea.

"Yes, .. His watch is four o'clock in the afternoon!" Linda replied impatiently.

Gwen no longer spoke, she began to enjoy her free time after a hard day at the co-owned beachfront shop. Not long after that Friska came, rubbed her still wet hair using a small towel, and sat down beside her twin sister without much talking.

"If you don't drink mine! Make it yourself!" Gwen.

Friska turned her head, with a facial expression that words could not understand. Between confusion, and sharp eyes like being offended.

"What mean? I'm not doing this?" Friska seemed to be in disbelief.

"It's just ingetin. Your habits are so! Suddenly drinking mine."

Friska.

"Not be rich! Ugly." Gwen brushed her twin face, causing Friska to rebel and punch several times.

Gwen laughed, repelling every blow Friska gave her. Although it is not uncommon for his hand to hit Gwen's body on target.

"Jeez, Gwen, Friska!?" Linda looked at her two daughters sharply.

Making the two of them immediately quiet with a thumping feeling. However, a mischievous smile continued to be seen on both corners of Gwen's lips.

"That's really yeah!" Friska pointed at Gwen.

"Silent why the hell? Your time at the home store is indeed quiet, especially your brother is in Jakarta. But if you go home even so noisy like this! You guys aren't SD kids know, why make a fuss? Mama's dizzy with her!"

Gwen and Friska closed their mouths.

"Well, that's sweet!" Linda said with a smile, then she focused on the television that was playing.

Where Loka's face was clearly plastered there. And it was quite proud, because his first son was able to become a jury remains a prestigious event.

***

"Ah dear, she is very proud. I didn't expect Farah to have such a great talent!" Anne was pampered in her husband's arms.

Adam nodded, with a look he never took off the television screen.

Adam was amazed, especially when the camera continued to highlight towards the princess. Where Farah looked so beautiful, with long braided hair, also a white apron bearing her name.

"Come baby! You can do it, son. It's just an onion challenge, and Mommy's been telling you how!"

Anne continued to twitch, rubbing her palms together, with a thumping feeling. However, a disappointed look suddenly the woman showed, when what Farah did was not in accordance with the wishes of the jury.

"Oh come on baby, why do you look so fucked up!" Anne kept on messing around.

"Calm down baby, .. This is no ordinary cooking contest. It's a prestigious event, it's only natural that Farah feels nervous, because in addition to the camera, she's also on the beach directly by a professional chef. Moreover, Loka, her flight hours were already very high, and it was unlikely that what she made a challenge would be so easy. He trained everything, Mam! Not just any cutting too!" Adam explained.

Anne did not answer.

Both of them continued to watch the broadcast that was airing until it was finished. And the escape of Farah became news that made them happy.

"My daughter too!" Adam whispered right in his wife's earlobe. "In addition to being beautiful, she is also good at cooking. Which man would not be proud to have a wife like Farah. Isn't that right, Mam?" Adam grabbed Anne's shoulder.

Which Anne replied by hugging the waist of the man who was currently sitting beside her.

***

"Hi guys! Welcome back to the gallery. How are you guys doing today?" Andrew said shortly after the man entered the studio.

"Okay, Chef!" Reply to all contestants.

"Ready with today's challenge?" Alia smiling.

And as always, the woman was the only judge who always gave a sweet smile, without having to intimidate like her two colleagues.

"Ready Chef!" The sound grew louder, especially as the participants clapped.

Making the atmosphere in the studio there become more crowded.

"Today there's a challenge, Chef?" Alia turned to look at Loka.

A man who always looks charismatic every day.

A handsome? Of course, each man has his own good looks, but Loka is different, even the man seems to have his own charm, so it can always hook the heart of every female contestant, even though his attitude always looks slim.

Loka walked to the other side of the studio, then returned by pushing the trolley, on which was a large box.

"Mystery box!?" Farah muttered.

He stared at the wooden box, with a guessing mind.

"Rights. In this box, there is a cooking ingredient. Whatisit? I also do not know, which is certain in this challenge you are told to create and serve your best cuisine." Loka.

The atmosphere of the studio became quiet, all the participants began to guess, what was the contents in the box there? Is the challenge easy enough this time? Or even very difficult?

Without much ado. Loka immediately held on from both sides of the wooden box before her, then raised slowly, until something inside was seen bit by bit.

"Bigger!?" All participants exclaimed.

"Yes, that's right!" Loka looked at all the participants.

However, for some reason his gaze suddenly locked on the figure of the girl standing on the front bench.

Farahs.

He stood up straight, and it seemed that today he was bolder, so that there was not the slightest nervous look, like a few days before.

"Ah why does he keep going!" Inner Loka.

His eyes dodged, making Farah's forehead squeak as she felt confused.

"It's not clear! Chef Nyebelin." He nodded with a feeling of annoyance.

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