Step On Me
Cooking Tutorials

After the material shopping event was over, I kidnapped Kava to his house. Kidnapped joke. No, because from the beginning I just want to move to his house because my room is made by putting balloons.

"Why did my mom take home? Want to see the rice fields again, Mom?" kava said, opening the door.

This is because I once let go of calling the rice field 6 plots of time tickling his stomach. Kava was a little offensive about it.

"I want to experiment with fried rice. My kitchen is flustered for you, mending practice here even if it explodes I have no losses very much!" I just want to get into Kava's contract.

"Sleepy kok? Where are you guys?" Usually if you see my appearance here, Mizan immediately sensitive. His work is mulu cough. I'm doing a little, coughing. No coughing as well. Tell me you want to evict me. On the contrary with the youngest whose hobby is smirking, if I come for sure what is sought for sure the food first.

"On kite maen kali," replied Kava while changing his shirt with a shirt. I don't know that custom is man. I know I'm here, playing off that shirt.

No yeah! I did not have time to observe the rice field map because Kava mungungungin me.

Before my mind traveled, I immediately turned back to the kitchen.

I told you to go to Kava's kitchen. Well, I'm afraid of cockroaches. I'm sure Kava kept the savage here. But it was just my prejudice. Kava kitchen is still categorized as worthy of cooking. As simple as today, the stove and equipment are quite slim.

"You're done with the kitchen renovation?" Ask me to look around.

"Little. Last week, Lantang with Mizan again at home. We work consecrated. They hurt her kitchen to be insulted by Mom." Yeah good deh. There's no point in my mouth spitting.

"Do you not call a handyman?"

"Yes. Uh Tasya's deck also help." Celutukan Kava make ears ringing.

"Who invited Tasya ondel-ondel here?" My voice was a little snapping, making Kava tiptoe backwards.

"Mom same gledek no difference huh?" The man stroked his own chest.

"It's ondel-ondel crunching at people's houses?" I'm sure, the shrillness of my voice makes rats that clump behind the gas canister auto suicide, dehydrated cockroaches, and lizard back facing Divine.

"Help for a sneeze, Mom. How do you fuck, anyway?"

"Oh you're thinking of him?" I'm ruffled by the waist.

"He's here anterin sop rib made his mother, keep watching we're busy wanting to help. His name is also neighborly, ma'am. We have to help each other." Kava smart ass.

"Where's the ribs, here I'm jejelin to your mouth." I don't need an explanation.

"Deceased bone. Wanna?"

I'm grieving. "Your room is very much the same food, you want to be patted the same ondel-ondel use rib bribe."

"If you eat ribs may not be able to get to the bone, but if the same mother, who is not boned can be tense."

"Life don't be mostly joking. Bae-bae you're being swiped at by the angel of death." Kava until the crumbs got spray from me. "Udah buruan readyin ingredients to cook fried rice!"

"Kok, Mom ordered me?"

My touch is getting faster, "Don't want to be, I don't cook!"

Before I completely changed my mind, Kava immediately took out one by one the grocery items from his pocket. While I turn on Youtube and learn once again step by step change the ingredients I bought earlier into food worth eating.

While Kava washes shrimp and vegetables, I rolled up my sleeves. With a knife in my right hand and HP in my left right, my eyes were still glued to the impression on that rectangular object. "Mom want to cook or watch a tutorial kill people? Hold one, Mom. The HP put it there!"

"Sstt diem! I'm concentrating again!"

Shaking my head, the man took HP and the knife in my hand kept telling me to wash my hands. "The first rule in cooking, wash hands hygienically,"

My hands played taken continue to be taken to the sink, washed out using tap water and soapy using sunlight. "I can wash my hands joints—."

Kava ngulum smiled and continued to mengelapin my hands with a clean napkin. Let's go dong Ki, nolak. Kinan! Do you not dread it? Nolak, don't just cengo. Yes but how dong, treated like this it feels ajajim ajajim.

"Now, hold on!" Kava gave me a knife in my hand. "Ati-ati. Tajem this knife although small like this, there will be a time when my mother gives a bigger handle."

"What is it?" I think of knives that Chinese cooks like to make.

My eyes caught a machete between a hoe and a saw. "You think I want a kebo cut?"

I started peeling the onions while Kava watched next to me. Finish peel-off, Kava ngulurin cutting board. This is the time for me to sneak and then poke all kinds of this money. That's what aunty said on Youtube.

"Aren't you sure about the spices?" Kava give me advice.

I shook my head. Still insist on how to cook on YouTube.

"It'll be ouleg ma'am,"

"Diem, you can cook delicious fried rice."

"My work every day is also like this actually, but it can not be slowed later the brother said." Kava.

"Today we're cooking my way, period." I'm kind of tau. Finish onion, replace me chopped mustard, carrots and cabbage. I decided to make fried rice with lots of vegetables so that Kava and his sisters were more diligent in bleating.

Uh brash, Kava even giggles ngeliatin action I slice. Is it wrong, right?

"Ngapain laughing?" I'm ketus.

"If mother cut him like that, not the carrot that's cut but the mother's hand." Ledeknya before putting yourself behind me. "Nih ya Ma'am, if you want to slice the tip of his finger bent a little. Hold it like this. When the knife was on his finger's way back." Kava guided me on how to slice vegetables that are good and right. The body shaded my body from behind. His two hands held my hand, slowly demonstrating how to easily cut ingredients without injuring the hand.

No, I'm not salting. I am ordinary. Not at all even though his chest that was as solid as Takeshi's fortress was spoiled on my back.

I just couldn't prevent a part of myself from leaning on his body. I feel more protected and....

"Yes, Mom?"

I gasp. "What's comfortable?"

"How to hold the knife, the time of his heart?" The sound of laughter blew away my daydream in an instant.

"Fussy." I unconsciously rubbed my eyes, which I later regretted. For a second later I felt pain in my eyes.

"Kav's.. The kava! This is my eye why is it hurting?" I was excited myself.

"Yes so if the hand used to slice the onion wedge everywhere." Kava stopped its activity. He then turned my body.

"Well, how can't you get this?"

"Well, how's Mom?" Kava panicked.

"Where is this? You can't, oh well it makes a cry." I roar.

"Sst don't cry. I will be sad" Sekate-kate Kava said.

"It hurts so much!" Just I want to rub my eyes again, my hands hurriedly tucked the same Kava.

"Don't, mom!" He warned.

"How is this? That's right, "I've had a flood of tears. It turns out that slicing onions is more painful than losing a girlfriend.

Kava took a napkin and gave water before being bottled into my eyes. It was cold and cold when Kava rubbed my area of the patient up to several times, so soft treatment until finally the pain gradually disappeared and I could open my eyes again.

The first time I saw the face of Kava which is only a few centi from my face. Because he lowered his head to balance my height, making his thick lips just above my nose.

My question. Since when did Kava become this attractive? O Allah, Your creature that I take care of half-heartedly now asks dearly, let alone supported by his handsome face that asked to be cheered.

"It doesn't hurt, does it, mom?" His voice was very polite in the ear, his scent also passed by politely in my nose.

My brain seemed to be clank, before common sense plagued my mind and mind. I pulled Kava's face until our lips touched each other. Unexpectedly, Kava replied to my invitation. Like there's a power flow that's so heart-pounding when Kava's lips move******my lips. His burly hands caressed my back, and pulled my waist closer and closer to his. I reflexively embrace Kava's neck and compensate for the mold. Our breaths are clashing. Kava remetted my body to the counter. He's getting wildly biting my lower lip. I moaned, opening a little mouth to make it easier for Kava's tongue to guerrilla enter. In there, we exchanged saliva. Our tongue is struggling. Our lips are touching each other. When I ran out of oxygen, my brain was awakened by the screams of two people from outside.

"Mas Kava! Are you home yet?" The sound of grubak-grubak Kava's two sisters when entering the house instantly makes me shocked and reflexes push Kava's body backwards. His broad back hit the closet, plus the bonus of a skillet the size of a Yeti's sole fell on his head. Benjol.