Nackal Duda
Learn to Make Butter Cream

"Sorry, Om. Sorry if Tari has not been able to make Om move on from Mbak Tara. Sorry if Om still wants to know about the state of Ma'am Tara's household and still wants to be happy over her suffering.Tari will not ban Om again. Please if Om wants to prioritize the human side Om continuously. That's Om's right. Dance won't ban it anymore. Sorry if Tari is angry. Dance shouldn't be mad at you."

I was stunned by what Tari said. He said he wasn't angry, but I felt he was very angry with me.

"Easy! Let's eat our food. Then we went around the complex again!" that's my mistake. It's not that I apologized and promised to open my heart to her and forget my past with Tara. I let the problem drag on.

Dance obeyed my words, He ate his order but said nothing. I also lured him to talk.

"It's called lasagna. You should try! Later you will be able to practice making at home! Try it!"

I feed him lasagna, usually He will be cheerful and promise to make me food like this at home but this time He just says: "Enak."

Just one word and went back to finishing his meal. Didn't try my food as usual. Not filled with curiosity like someone who is so thirsty for science.

He became more quiet. We ended up just taking a short walk around the complex and went home in silence.

I know He's still angry, let it be possible He needs time to accept the situation. I never promised I would love him. He accepted my decision, so why is he now acting like someone who is jealous?

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Utari

I went into the bathroom, pretending to have a stomachache, but I cried inside. I don't want Om Agas to see me cry.

I realized until whenever there is only the name of Mba Tara in the life of Om Agas. Want me to try as hard as anything I always lose when compared to Mbak Tara.

Om Agas is good to me, I'm sure to everyone too. The proof is that Cici loves him so much. What in the eyes of Om Agas, he is good to me because I am like Cici who can give him satisfaction?

Why does this heart hurt so much? I should have been self-aware from the beginning. I can only love him in silence. I can't hope that Om Agas will return my feelings. I'm just a slave to the naps.

That night Om Agas asked me to make love again. I followed what his request was. At least he won't be looking for satisfaction out there.

Without saying much I serve him, He does give me satisfaction as well. But there was no feeling this time.

Different from yesterday, all day making love until we did it in the car that made me fly to the seventh sky. Is this difference because of the disappointment I feel?

I continue to do my duty as a good wife. Prepare him breakfast and bring him lunch before we leave.

Om drove me to the front of the course. I saluted him before getting out of his car. It just so happened that I met my course teacher, Mr. Adi.

"After, Sir!" I'm holding my broom with a smile.

"Morning! Wow you are bright this morning with the clothes of the flowers, beware there are beetles that take your flower juice!" god Pak Adi's.

I laughed again with his rather crisp joke, just appreciating his efforts. "Can be Father! Let's go in! Adi sir must have been much awaited in the same students!"

"Oh sure! Let's learn today!"

Before I go inside I can look back. Om Agas apparently has not left and has since noticed me chatting with Mr. Adi. I turned around and went into class.

"Today's lesson is to make butter cream that tastes good and does not taste good. Usually butter cream that is bought at the cake shop or that we make if eaten will stick on the roof of the mouth. Some people like it, but I am sure many more don't like it. Today's class is to make a good butter cream and how to decorate it on a cake. There is already a dummy cake provided, so you can decorate it. Let's get started!" Adi then began teaching him how to make it.

I follow what I am taught. In one try I can succeed. Mom used to say that if I was a child with a high IQ, I was very sad because I could not afford to pay for college.

"Have you made a floral motif?" ask Mr. Adi who came near me.

I shook my head. "Yet. Just decorated the dummy fringe."

"You take the baking paper, make the base later. Take the spluit and put it in the piping bag, then buttercream put it in a different piping bag. Try to follow me!" Adi taught me patiently.

I noticed how Mr. Adi made the decoration and looked so shrewd. It looks easy, I can do it.

"Easy right?" tanyakanya.

"L-yes! I'll try again to be smooth." I said nervously.

"Try it! Practice a lot, you'll definitely be able to."

"Good, Sir!"

After Mr. Adi left, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Cie Dance, Mr. Adi is very considerate of you! Fancied the same time you!" seduce my classmate Avon.

"Now ah Ma'am. Indeed, my hands were still stiff so taught by Mr. Adi." elakku.

"Gee! My hands are also stiff but I'm not taught like you!" gerutu Avon's.

"You want? I'll tell you later!" ledek.

"No ah. Just make you!"

I smile. I went back to decorating some flowers. I also follow the teachings of Pak Adi to blend the colors in my buttercream to make it more fresh.

"Well so. It's nice flowers! Colorful as your shirt!" said Mr. Adi.

I only replied to Mr. Adi with a smile. Without feeling the course today is finished, because it feels exciting time passed quickly

I waited for a taxi in front of the course room. True said Mr. Adi, it is difficult to find an empty taxi at the time of returning to the course because it coincides with the hours of returning school children near here and also the hours of rest of office employees.

Very good of them, back home school by taxi. Unlike me, being able to graduate school is already profitable. Go home always take an angkot. There is no pocket money, eat also bring provisions from home.

I was shocked when I heard the sound of a horn pointing at me. Mr. Adi's car, it turns out.

"Come on! I'm anterin again! All roads!" bring Mr. Adi.

"No need, sir! I don't want to mess with Pak Adi!" reject me.

"Not troublesome at all! Hurry up! It'll jam!"

I see in the back there are many vehicles that have cloned Mr. Adi's car. I finally got in and got in the car. Do not want Mr. Adi is owned by another car owner.

"Oh yeah I forgot, my nephew's birthday! What gift does it give?" Mr. Adi asked me to talk while driving his car.

"Women what men, sir?" my many.

"Female. Don't forget that outside class call me Mas!"

"Oh yes, forgot. Hm... Belli's a doll if it's female or cooking."

"Wanna help me choose? I don't know about dolls. In front of the Mall, you want to take me to buy a doll there for a minute?"

I don't feel good about rejecting it. I've been hitchhiking. Adi sir is also good with me. "Yes. I'll help you pick it."

Mr. Adi smiled. "Thank you. Sorry if I'm troubling you!"

"It is precisely I who ngerepotin Mas Adi continues."

Mr. Adi also turned his car into the Mall. I can only follow where He takes me. It's okay, it's still noon. Agas has not yet returned to work.

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