My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 02's

Next day.

Loka pushed a large black suitcase, then she lifted it onto the bed, where there were already clothes and all kinds of needs that the man had prepared while in Jakarta, to then open it until both sides of the object are clearly visible.

One by one Loka put in whatever she wanted to bring. Some shirts, short-sleeved shirts, jeans, and other supplies.

"When are you leaving?"

Suddenly the mother's voice sounded, making Loka immediately turn to the direction of the voice, and look at Linda who was standing in the doorway of the room with a smile.

"Mama, make me surprised that I was suddenly there? Why not go in? Come here help me put the clothes in order to be neat." Loka said while smiling faintly and moving her eyebrows up and down.

"Why not ask for help? You're the one who wants to do this yourself until you don't tell Mama." Linda's approaching.

Then he approached, and helped Loka enter all her needs.

"Dead in the apartment again?" Ask Linda.

Loka did not immediately reply, she just coolly looked at Linda's face. A woman who is very strong, and able to raise her three children alone, when the man she loves goes first, because of lung pain that has been very long suffered.

"Yes. It is so usually too. That's the facility from there, right? I just stay here, and work as a judge as usual." Obviously Loka.

Linda nodded.

"One thing you should always remember. Never feel that you are living alone and you can be free. No woman should enter your apartment, maybe the context will be different when with other friends, which should not be alone." The woman warned.

He remembers a lot of things. One of them when the son was rumored with several women, and it was enough to worry him, let alone the free world of entertainment was not a taboo, maybe not all, but most of them justify all. While Loka was silent, she was quite regretful of what had been circulating in the public the past year. The privacy is no longer there, although now Loka and the lover have long broken up, but still the media always concerns connecting them both about the news, and the issue is skewed.

"And one more! Keep your image in front of everyone."

Kening Loka looked up, with a slightly confused look on what her mother had just said.

"What is the name?" The man immediately asked.

Linda sighed, then held her body up and looked at her first son's face fixedly.

"Be gentle, take care of your every word, and let the public know you as a good Loka. Not someone who likes to talk soft, thin, and unfriendly. You know what not? Gwen and Friska's shopkeepers always ask, does her sister do that in the real world? Yes it doesn't matter if you just ask, but Mama just thought, what if all the women think you are a bad man in the manner of speaking!" After saying many things Linda returned to tidy up Loka's luggage into the suitcase there.

Loka chuckled slowly.

"It has to be, Mom!" Loka's naughtiness is sounding louder.

"If you talk to Mama, or your sisters, we'll feel normal, because your style is like that! But if you talk carelessly to the contestants, .. they will feel very offended!"

"Somebody ever say they're offended? I've been a judge five times there no one has ever protested, instead I do this to train their mentality." Loka didn't seem to lose.

Linda did not make a sound again, she just focused on the large suitcase before her, pulling each zipper from both sides until it closed very tightly.

"It's done. You can leave whenever you want." Say Linda.

His face looks a little sour. And his frustration immediately arose as Loka continued to answer, as if confirming what the man was doing. Speaking of origin, putting up a facial mimic sucks, and according to Linda, Loka's behavior looks very annoying.

"Before the camera went. That's us at the briefing first, what we should do, and how I should behave. So everything's set up, if they're offended it's none of my business, they should know if it's shooting, then why take it personally?"

Loka touched her mother's arm, then she pulled the woman, and clenched tightly.

"Anyway the judgment of others. I'm still Mama's child, .. and no mother sees her child badly. There may be some mothers who do so, but I'm sure Mama is not included in the group. Mama is a typical mother, who is as bad as I make a mistake, but Mama will cover my disgrace, as God covers the disgrace of her servant." Loka softened her voice.

However, Linda immediately pinched the boy's waist, until Loka was in pain, then rubbed the former Linda pinch as a slight heat spread in the area.

"You are why it's so hard to tell!"

"Well, this is it, Loka. Loka remains Loka, will never be anyone else."

"Have the brothers gone to the store?" The man shifted the direction of the conversation.

"Not yet, they're still in her room. Maybe in a minute, it's only half-nine, they'll be gone by ten." Obviously Linda.

He unraveled the embrace of his son, then turned around, and walked out followed by Loka who walked slowly from behind.

"You leave in the morning?" Linda asked.

"Yes, is that okay?"

Linda glanced at Loka who was already walking beside her.

"It's okay, there's your two sisters." This time Linda was very pleased. Because the terms are like that.

The clamps!!

One of the doors in the room was open.

And there were two beautiful women, coming out of the room together, dressed neatly in matching colors. They were wearing black jeans, with light purple shorts.

"Anything's not gone yet?" Gwen asked.

Loka gave a smile, then nodded her head.

"There is still time until tomorrow morning, today just pack, .. so that tomorrow is not in a hurry." Obviously Loka to one of her twin sisters.

"Hemm, .. if there is a little forgetfulness. Batam-Jakarta is quite far." Connect Friska.

"You're smart." Loka laughing.

The three of them sat on the sofa in the middle room. While Linda walked towards the back room where the assistant room area of the house and the dirty kitchen were located.

"Ang? How long in Jakarta?" Ask Gwen.

"Maybe two to three months, why?"

"No. I just want to ask for the latest menu advice later for the store." Gwen looked at her twin brother, then smiled. The same thing that Friska does, until both always look compact.

Loka looked at the two in turn.

"What does it mean to ask for a menu?" He clarified the words of his sister.

"Yes, we're experimenting together. Let there be a new menu and our shop is different from most shops." The woman smiled nervously.

Especially when Loka stared at him with sharp eyes.

Not long after that Linda came back, carrying one nampang, where there was a large plate on it.

"Mama made what?" Loka immediately reacted, and her face looked sparkling.

"Luti drum."

Linda replied, then she leaned over, placed the tray on the table, and immediately joined her sitting with her sons and daughters.

"When did Mama make Luti a drum?" Friska said, while carrying a small round-shaped bread, with a stuffing of cow abon.

"That makes you. Mama just asked to make it, before you leave."

"Ah, .. Luti make this house is second to none. Want to make Mama, want to make Mbak, it feels the same. Both are hard to forget."

Loka grabbed the round-shaped food, then ate it voraciously. Even with Gwen and Friska, while Linda only watched them with a heart that felt airy.