Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Oxtail Soup

"Not lifted anymore!" Sofia exclaimed from the end of the kitchen, she rubbed her phone in an uneasy manner. This was the umpteenth time he tried to contact Merry. Although connected, but still not lifted.

"Where the hell is." His grunt.

Pamela ruffled her waist while staring at the tail of the beef cow at the table.

He bought soap from the market. When suddenly seeing a tantalizing cow tail piece. Suddenly she wants oxtail soup.

Without thinking how long it went, he immediately put the tail into the trolley. And now he and Sofia are in trouble. They did not know what to eat first.

"Try to go google." Pam's orders while flipping through the flesh with the index end.

Sofia scrolling mobile. He read seriously.

"First boil the water and then put in the tail of the cow, boil until half boiling..."

"How does the story half boil? Not Mateng dong?" Sela Pam while filling the pot with water.

"Dengerin dulauu.." Sofia protest.

"Last minute drain. In order for the soup to be clear, raw tail should not be washed." continued Sofi.

"Well, not really." Pam is not sure. "It's dirty, time not washed? Hellooo... disgust me!" He shuddered.

"Well, I read in the invah gugel doang." Sofia did not lose.

"Here's your phone." Pam grabs the phone in Sofia's hands, she scrolls the app. Sofia who was kepo also bent her head.

"What diary?" Ask Sofia.

"GoFood only us, ribet really want to eat." Pam Sahut. His fingers moved agilely looking for the oxtail soup menu.

"What then is natip the oxtail? Honey, it's been bought." Sofia pointed at the cow's tail that was languishing on the table.

"Can be simple, Non. Mayan's making freezer stuff? Than empty like that?"

Sofia mangosteen, "gue want to burn chili ijo aja. No sop." Sofia finally caught up with Pam.

The most real pitcher doang immediately full. Why bother in the kitchen?

"Excuse me..." Sound from outside.

Sofia looked at Pam, "Lo's missing? What a hell of a camera?"

Pam flicked her shoulders, "the new idea select the menu. Bukain gih, how to know mr RT."

"The voice is not the RT, deh." Sofia muttered as she sauntered forward.

"Repeat benerr..." Pam Cibir.

"I love this house. Nothing's through me, not Vio."

"Huhuh..."

"Who's looking, Mas?" So Sofia, the door is open. A handsome teenage boy stood up while carrying a small pot in front of his chest.

"Oh, haloo Tantee, I'm Jeffry next door neighbor. Aunt Vio is there?" The young man was very friendly.

Sofia frowned, "Violin hasn't come home yet, can anyone help?" it's a little bit too snaky. He was not used to dealing with strangers, let alone men.

"It's just nitip." Jeffry thrusts the pot in front of Sofia. Vio's pot, Sofia memorized because of this small pink pot that they often use when cooking ind*mie.

Sofia was startled and reflexively accepted the pot.

"Thanks yes, Tan. Hye!" Pamit Jeffry's. She rubbed her hair cool. Then waved and turned away.

"Wait..." Doubtful Sofia called Jeffry.

"Yes?" Jeffry stopped his steps and looked at Sofia in surprise.

"Can you cook?" Sofi asked hesitantly. He remembered the poor cow. Although stored in the freezer will certainly not be cooked also if there is no Merry.

Luckily, I know that kids can cook.

"Emmm... Well, it could depend on what you cook."

Jeffry flicked his finger, "Well that is... emmm... ind*mie how is it? Which the oxtail soup tastes like it's there."

Sofia snatches, not funny vows.

"Jupriii, hunt back!" The sound of Jeffry's mother's cry blared from behind the walls of the Violin house.

"Otewe..." Jeffry's screams did not lose.

"Eh, don't call the real master chef, Tan." Suddenly Jeffrey had an idea.

"Momuu, please buuuu..." Not yet Sofia refused, Jeffry shouted fast.

Miss Isa came in a row, still dripping with a broom with a panicked face.

"What's wrong? Why you?" Bu Isa asked, he flipped Jeffry's body, ascertained whether anyone was hurt.

"Sssstt.. mother calm.. tenaaangggg... tenaaangggg..."

"Cumbrous! Get some old people!" the broomstick floated up Jeffry's ass.

"Aaww... buuuu sick!" Jeffry grimacing.

"Let's go home! Being told to anter the ijo bean porridge even makes a tantrum!" Miss Isa dragged Jeffry.

"Wait, Mom. Jeffry didn't lie, it was the beautiful aunt who asked for help." Jeffry held off Miss Isa's steps.

The middle-aged woman crispened her eyes at Sofia. Which is stared at until wrong behavior.

"Something wrong, Neng." asked Bu Isa. Make sure to use English, but at the ends 'Neng' is also the call. Hadeeehh...

Jeffry patted jidat, "the aunt can speak Indonesian ma'am, no need to support English."

"La dalaaahh, Londo pol gitu you know Le, ayu tenan, no buresnya." (Et dah, beautiful beud si Eneng, without the slightest stain).

Sofia smiled, "mom can help me cook oxtail soup? If not a hassle." Sofi said politely. Take responsibility, all of you.

"Well that's easy, Neng. It's just soup, right? The days of the cooking mother sop as well, stay cemplung-ceplung-ceplung sorted, save time. The difference is that mothers do not buy their tails. Hehe..."

"No need to confide, ma'am, sono's quarry!" Jeffry cut his mother's rant before it got any longer. Not good is also awaited Sofia until achy stand neteng pan.

"Eem Le's..." Isa whispered softly in Jeffry's ear before Jeffry left. "The most timid soup is not iso you know." Miss Isa started julyid.

"Mom, do not need in front of the person also kaliiikk.." Jeffry did not lose slowly. He pushed his mother's back slowly to get closer to Sofia.

"Let's Mom..." Bring Sofi. He walked in followed by Isa.

Jeffry didn't have to be asked, I don't know where.

"Old bangeeett... what's in front, this want the tail at which restaurant? uhh..." Pam who was preparing to repot so stopped when she saw Bu Isa walking behind Sofia.

He coded Sofi with the tip of his eye, asking for an explanation.

"Not yet pesen, right? This is Jeffry's mom, helping us cook." Sofia put the pot of burjo on the table.

"It's not washed yet, is it, neng?" Bu Isa pointed at the piece of meat.

Sofia and Pam looked at each other. "Eh, no ma'am, we have no doubt that we want to wash or not" Pam replied.

Ms. Isa filled the pot with water then put it on the electric stove, set the fire for a while and peeled the potatoes.

"Fresh meat should not be washed first, then put in boiling water until half-cooked" explained Bu Isa. Pam has been protesting but has been hunting in Sofia.

"Are you hygienic, ma'am?" Sofia approached Bu Isa, he helped peel carrots even though the peel was not karu-karuan.

"Later after the new half-ripe we lift, wash and clean the tail with running water."

Sofia mangosteen understand. Pam breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the room.

Gituuu....

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