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This morning after cleaning up and performing the dawn prayer, Aisha who intends just to lie down turns back to close her net on the sofa of their hotel room television room. Aisha felt like she had just closed her eyes when I heard the alarm from her phone ringing, perhaps the effect of staying up late to open the nuts that they would make seasoning for pecel.

In contrast to her husband who was really excited this morning even he was busy in the kitchen to make the pecel he coveted since last night. Surely with Roger already wearing clothes more relaxed than the last Faris saw last night when he invited him just to peel the beans with his wife.

“Ger continues this flanked again?” Faris asked when the vegetables he was boiling had changed color.

“According to this video is directly drained Mr.” Roger replied with eyes that were still busy paying attention to every activity in the video he was watching. Since then they did cook armed watch streaming about tutorials make pecel.

“Continue how?” Faris again asked when all the vegetables were ripe and ready to be served.

“Live in blend only all the ingredients, Mr.”

“Whose name?” faris asked to lure Roger who had not taken his eyes off the tablet.

“Of course, Mr.” Roger said casually.

“Gantian then! Just watch doang,” grumbled Faris took over the tablet from Roger's hand and then exchanged it with a spatula he held.

“Hehehe.” The suspect only grinned the horse by scratching his nape that did not itch when he saw his Master who had changed facial expressions.

“This master has his date which?” asked Roger who did not find the special-smelling spice when he moved.

“Neither.”

“Lah? How to?”

“Ya without a date.” Roger only nodded following the instructions of the Master, because it was his Master who became the leader, from the beginning recruited as white evil personnel, they were only allowed to nod and carry out orders. Nothing in his dictionary a word ‘rejection’.

“All the ingredients are fried first he said so that the smell is not too pungent later.”

Slowly Roger heated the fire and began to put garlic and cayenne pepper into it, suddenly his movement stopped cradling sugar Java and tamarind.

“Tuan sugar and acid are also fried?” ask Roger who hesitated to enter it.

Not yet Faris answered Roger's question, suddenly heard an explosion from the frying pan that made Faris and Roger simultaneously take refuge under the table.

Duar ….

“What did you enter? How explosive gini anyway?” faris asked frantically and had closed her eyes and ears when it turned out that the explosion did not stop.

“I swear I only put onion and chili Master, not grenade.” Roger said no less panicked when the explosion still did not stop.

Both of them opened their eyes when the sound of the explosion no longer sounded. Slowly they peeked to see if the situation was safe enough for them to come out of hiding.

“Huh, selamet.” Faris let out a sigh of relief when she made it out from under the table.

“Yes Lord the onion and the chili have not been lifted,” cried Roger when he saw the fire was still burning.

With a swift Roger immediately turn off the fire and then lift the onions and chili that turned out to be not clear appearance and color.

“Master, gosong all.” Roger's intention to show the results of his frying to the Master, but it turns out his feet accidentally stepped on the scattering of oil that had splashed on the floor due to the explosion.

Bugh .. Roger slipped right in front of Faris, as soon as he became like a mannequin that suddenly did not move nor did he react, nor did Faris who was just gawking at Roger who had been lying on the floor.

“Roger, are you okay?” faris asked with a crouch patting Roger's face that still did not react.

“It's more painful than getting hit by an opponent's sniper shot, Mr.” Roger reached out his hand asking his Master for help to lift him up.

“Master shouldn't we just end this battle?” roger's proposal wished his Master's favor.

“Did I ever teach white evil the word surrender?”

“Next!” faris said then observed what was really the cause of the explosion.

“The answer is between onions and chili, sir. One of them must have been the cause of the explosion,” said Roger who had joined Faris observing onions and chili that were not clear apparently.

Faris fondle garlic that apparently still remains the same as before, only the color has darkened. Then move on the chili-chili that turned out not to contain, leaving only the outer skin that the color has also darkened.

Faris and Roger looked at each other, as if their minds had found the same answer.

“Fix chili!” say both at the same time.

Suddenly the two fell silent again, their heads were both preoccupied with how to fry chili so as not to explode like before.

“What if the chili doesn't need to be fried, sir? After all, even if not dogfried chili will not emit a pungent odor like onions.” Roger then looked at Faris who seemed to still think.

“Pinter also you.” Faris was just a mangosteen-beard sign accepting Roger's proposal.

Eventually they restarted the manufacture of the spice without frying the chili the cause of the explosion.

All the ingredients Faris put directly into the blender, until everything was destroyed then he tasted how it felt.

“It looks like something is lacking, Mr.” Roger repeatedly clicked his tongue to feel more deeply about how it felt.

“Ah surely Master did not enter this?” Roger asked while taking one of the jars contained in a spice rack containing white powder commonly used as a flavoring.

“Eh wait wait!” Roger's hand, which was about to sprinkle the white powder, stopped in mid-air.

“What's the Master?”

“That's MSG?”

“It's called micin, Mr.”

“Same aja. Don't use it,” sergeant Faris took the jar from Roger's hand.

“This master is a powerful weapon that can help the results of Tuan.” cuisine

“But this is not good Roger.”

“That's a handsome doctor's father, but since childhood my mother always put this thing into her cooking proof I am still alive today,” martial Roger who still wants to enter the white powder.

“Your message is not as handsome as me.”

“Ah why did you not say long ago if this thing can reduce good looks? It is fitting that I always feel less handsome than Mr.” Roger swiftly grabbed the jar in Faris's grasp and returned it to its original place and set off his intention to include it in the cooking.

“Makanya tomorrow-tomorrow do not need to use the same,” said Faris who was immediately embraced by Roger.

After everything was done, Faris went to wake Aisha up for breakfast with her cooking this morning. While Roger was in charge of arranging everything on the table.

“Pecel without kencur without micin, keep vegetables using broccoli, use asparagus, use beet leaves. Will Madam Aisha's stomach accept later?” Roger muttered while neatly arranging everything on the table.

Suddenly his steps stopped and staring at the old pecel seasoning that he had put in the bowl, he again tried the taste.

“Ah remains less than perfect in my opinion without micin. But have to hold if I want to be as handsome as Mr. Faris.” Again Roger murmured to encourage himself.

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