Step On Me
Chef Dadakan

I think Kava will stop his blind motorbike at McDonald's, or whatever it is that once ate the equivalent of UMR capital city. Who knows if he might find me who could be robbed.

"Well, is this my apartment?" I cengo myself when Kava without sin ngacir enter the underground parking lot of my apartment which is all cars.

"When did Kav come here?" I did it again after he turned on his bike.

"Eat, Mom. I asked for food" he replied lightly as he removed his own helmet.

I took off the helmet. "Eating at a restaurant. Why here?"

"She's the one who's cooking," she started ngadi-adi.

My eyes glared, "You want my kitchen to fire?" I can't cook. Darling dong same nail art pretty me, make a cebok aja I really do not care this is even told to hold a knife.

"Related, Mom. I'm this laper!" With as good as udel, Kava hand-sticking I keep taking me up the elevator to the fifth floor. He thinks this is his house? I have a house that belongs to him.

"I said I can't cook. Than you mending intoxication we order a meal outside!" I'm still trying to let go of his grip.

"I want a cooking mother." He's getting stubborn.

Elevator door opens. My apartment is just down there.

"Udah told you I can't cook!"

What ears is a turtle shell? Less clear what my words are?

"Yes, I've come home. Not so I whisper info about Mr. Sandi." Kava turned right, but before advancing, I hurriedly blocked the road.

"Yes, let's go in! But I'm not responsible if you go to the hospital!"

I entered my own house by sneaking around like a maling. I don't live alone. Hopefully the other residents are not in shock I mulung genderuwo kelaperan.

"Ngapain Bu. You want to kidnap me, huh?" kava's voice broke my concentration.

"Your bells' mouths have been covered with carom board?" I glorified him.

"Ditampol reality often, ma'am. It hurts more." He even confided.

The words Kava I am not gubris. I was busy looking for signs of life by counting the number of shoes and sandals on the shelf. Okay, I think it's safe. Gea and Nay haven't come back yet, there's only a tacky pink shoe with Jelly.

Incidentally, I do not need to bother answering the question about the presence of this uninvited jelangkung. If I could do Jelly. Good thing it's a kid heavily tette doang light brain tote.

"Jell!!" I screamed but there was no answer, I kept checking his room. It turns out he was livestreaming while in style is not clear in front of the camera phone.

"Let's another one, bun, the motif of this 132 cm chest circumference flower I love 125 thousand okay if the fix code flower 35 take a cepet yes, bun, brief I skrinshutt!" Jelly chattered excitedly.

I shake my head, this child is really serious with his speech to live independently. He no longer wants to ask for a penny to his bokap, its a good thing, right?

Speaking of Kava, that kid carelessly took off his jacket and kept on TV. He sat without adab, his legs wide. Well, well, what bulge is that over there.

Ngaceng is like a tractor exhaust.

Hello, self-conscious Kinan!

I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge only to find emm.

Jelly the burden of the family can not be relied upon, told to shop in the supermarket even make content. Go home instead of bringing cooking ingredients instead bring endorsan garbage.

"I'm waiting here, Mom! Slowly I am not used to it. It will hurt" cried Kava from the living room.

What pain try? I don't understand Kava's brain.

"The splash of oil hurts, the slicing of the knife also hurts, later if you can't, say to me. Let me nyicil guide Mom," Kalakarnya later.

"Diem or your mouth that I fried!" Seeing the angry glint in my eyes, Kava turned back, concentrating again the same Upin Ipin who now has hair.

After I check once again the contents of the refrigerator, it turns out in the frezer there is still frozen food that I can handle. There are nuggets and sausages. The fry is done, right?

Although my mom has catering but I never learned to cook from her, if only make omelets or toast use butter in pan is easy, yes.

As expected I turned out fried fried it is not that easy. I screamed frantically until I lay down on the floor because the hot oil splashed everywhere. Maybe the pot ran out of fish-fried Jelly dipake, fast to be wild gini.

"Let's... Kava tolongiii!" At that critical moment, my mouth could only call one person's name for help.

And once Kava nongol, in an instant my world was conditioned again. Yes, the rules are he who is my babu, not the other way around.

"If you want to fry, the fire is not big, small. Keep not throwing. Placed one-on-one gini," Kava gave instructions while practicing. Not how long, the same nugget sausage was ready to eat.

While Kava nadahin to the container, I rubbed my hands that got splashed oil. It's red. Fortunately, it does not affect the burn.

Kava held my hand and brought it under the sink. The cold running water made the heat in my skin fade away. I just pray that there are no scars.

"Nothing about this, it will be smooth again, too" Kava like know my mind.

"Don't really stick around?" I'm still worried.

"hey are. There will be no one to imprint Mom but me" again she grinned. Before my hand claps his head, he first runs away bringing the fritters to the front of the TV.

"Bawain me rice yes, ma'am!"

Basic hunchback.