My Annoying Chef's
Chapter 08's

The sound of a television volume that is quite loud is heard filling one of the rooms that are not too spacious, but looks very comfortable with items that are neatly arranged. Farah emerged from the kitchen, carrying a jar containing a chocolate cake made today, then placed it on a small glass table between the minimalist sofa-sized order.

The clamps!!

The main door of the house opened, making Farah distract him immediately.

And there Devi, standing in the doorway, took off her shoes, and kept them in the closet.

"Hey?" The girl standing in the doorway waved her hand towards Farah.

"I don't think you're coming." Farah said to her friend.

"I wanted to stay at my parents' house. But I can assure you, if evening comes, .. You will call me until I look like a fugitive!" Tukas Devi's. "Calls and text messages will come in every second." The girl continued.

He walked up to the sofa, then dropped himself right on the sofa of the room, which felt so comfortable.

Farah looked at her friend, then smiled.

"You're starting to pinter now. There's no harm in staying here anyway, no one has ever bothered. Even Mami and Daddy I asked you to take care of me, right?" Farah said, remembering some moments where both parents gave full trust to Devi.

"What else do I have to do? If you don't do what your parents ask, .. why should I repay each of your family's services? I got to go to college smoothly without having to think about that cost because of you guys." He said, with both eyes starting to shut.

While Farah just kept smiling, inching closer, then hugged her best friend's body tightly. Devi thrashed, trying to get Farah out of her arms.

"Aaaaaaaa, .. You are so spoiled! Best friend taste Brother!" Farah made her voice look like a child.

"Where is Brother! Your parents are more than me." Reply Devi.

"It's only one month, Devi! Yes, it can be done in reason." He looked at his best friend, then moved his eyebrows up and down, making Devi touch Farah's entire face using her palms, and pushed until the girl was completely away.

"Remain, usually the first born is called Big Brother!" Devi.

Farah just laughed.

"Eh, what the hell!?" Devi's attention turned to the large jars on the table.

Where there is a chocolate-colored pastry, with cashew nuts on it. It looks beautiful and attractive at the same time.

Plaque!!

Farah patted Devi's hand quite tight, making the girl sitting next to her stir and rubbed the former punch of her friend.

"Good, Farah! Still stingy until now. We've been best friends since we were zygotes."

"Damn! What zygote?" Farah scowling. "Wash your hands first, you can eat! Come from the outside instead of washing the feet with the hands, .. even malesan!"

Devi smiled, revealing her row of neat teeth.

"Wash your hands with soap!"

"Yes yes! The landlady." Devi.

And after that he got up, and walked towards the kitchen, which was not far from where he was sitting, because indeed the house that Farah occupied was not very spacious, but of course it is very comfortable when the furniture is well arranged.

Farah raised her legs, after she grabbed the jar containing the cake, and began to enjoy it when the show the girl was waiting for was aired.

The two corners of his lips were attracted, forming a meaningful smile, with sparkling eyes.

The opening looks amazing as always. Start with the three judges highlighted, then the contestants, one of whom is himself. Where all participants act according to the directions that have been determined. Some fold both hands on the chest with a flat expression, acting cut vegetables, sprinkling pats, while Farah gives the symbol love using the thumb and index finger, while others, don't forget the sweet smile the girl showed.

"That's amazing!" Farah cheered, she clapped her hands tightly while feeling proud of herself.

Farah took a quick glance, then smiled and turned her gaze toward the television there.

"I have to call, Daddy!"

The girl got up, then galloped towards the room, where she kept her cell phone there. While Devi was sculpting, staring at the astonished attitude of her friend who changed drastically.

"Early overthink. Now it looks really cool! Wh why? What if Chef Loka saw from the handsome Deket well?" Devi seemed to think. "Ah he was handsome, only two shortcomings, jutek is equally fierce, the rest is okay." The girl kept on messing around.

He grabbed one chocolate cake in the jar, then chewed it slowly. Feel the pleasure that is in the cake. The sweet, slightly bitter taste that Devi knows comes from the cocoa powder, then the savory and crunchy cashew nuts on top.

"Mmmmm, .. no one lists cooking contests!" Devi praised.

Tuutttt …

Farah came back with a cell phone in her hand.

"Yes baby?"

The baritone voice immediately greeted, when the phone connection was immediately connected.

"Dad, is it busy?" Farah put the cheek to her ear.

"No, why? Today we only went to one meeting. What was? Your pocket money's out, honey?" Adam immediately asked.

Because Farah always calls him if something emergency happens.

However, Farah immediately shook her head, mouthing a smile as if Adam would see what he was doing from a distance.

"Daddy remember the cooking competition on one of the television stations?"

"Yes, of course. Why the hell?"

"Try turning on the tv now, then find the broadcast, and look! Dad must be surprised." Farah said as she continued to smile to herself.

There's no word from across there in a long time. There was only the sound of faint movements, and Farah knew that the father was following what he asked.

"What's wrong?" A woman's voice sounded.

"Farah asked to turn on the television. I don't know what he wants to show you!" The man replied.

They are both silent.

The sound of the event that Farah was referring to had already begun to be heard. Farah was busy staring at the television in front of her, with a cell phone that continued to stick to the earlobe, until the girl was able to hear the conversation between her parents who were still confused to this day.

"Geez!!" Both react.

When short videos of each participant who is cooking in play. Where there is Farah in it, is struggling with the creations he wants to serve.

"You're taking part in this cooking contest secretly?" The mother screamed.

"Mommy's happy?"

"Well, which mother is unhappy when she sees that her child has extraordinary talent!"

The two corners of Farah's lips were attracted to each other, making a thin smile that was so sweet, with the sparkling facial features she showed.

With Devi. Although he kept silent, in fact the admiration can not hide the girl, to make her mouth gaping because she does not believe her best friend began to step in to realize the dream.