Suddenly, I Became A Wife Of Lecturer
[Part 20.1]

Kanaya enters her house and says her greetings, then is answered by her parents who happen to be sitting in the living room together with two other people whom Kanaya knows one is Ms. Ranti, who is the mother of Ranti, but the man sitting next to her ___!!

Kanaya's pupils widened when she realized the figure was her Lecturer. “Mr...” Then his tongue seemed to be unable to immediately mention the name of the lecturer, because it was blocked by his confused mind.

‘Yeah, why was the Dean who was also the Lecturer of Citizenship in his house? Keep the same Miss Ranti again? Don't tell me that ...,’ Kanaya doesn't dare to justify her guess.

*) The Dean, one of the officials at the College who leads a faculty.

“Nak Naya,” call Ibu Ranti while smiling and grabbing Kanaya's hand.

“Sorry Mom,” said Kanaya immediately realized her mistake and crucified the back of Bu Ranti's hand, then her old Lecturer. “Pak Arifin, I Kanaya –blowjob Father time semester one. How are you, Sir?” greet Kanaya first and introduce herself.

Mr. Arifin was silent for a moment, it seemed like he was remembering Kanaya who was like a grain of dust among his countless students. “Alhamdulillah, my good news. How are you doing too, son? Already graduated or still in college?” asked Mr. Arifin and Kanaya smiled realizing something. “Sorry yes, I don't remember. You're a student in the second semester, how?” ask again.

“I'm still in college sir, it's seventh semester. So about three years ago when you were teaching in my class,” Kanaya replied telling me.

“Nak Kanaya was once the protege of my husband too, after all?” ask Ranti enthusiastically. “It turns out Jakarta is really narrow, or maybe destiny times? Your father was also my husband's college friend,” tell Ranti's mother again to disclose information.

Kanaya smiled awkwardly and agreed.

I don't know what other coincidence he will meet in this narrow Jakarta?

“Then I excuse you to go inside first yes, Mrs Ranti and Mr. Arifin,” Kanaya said.

Behind it, Nurlela's mother followed her son who was about to enter the room. “Neng,” call the Mother.

Kanaya stopped before opening the door of her room and turned her head. “Ya, why Bu?”

“Let's help Mom cook? You see, Bu Ranti and her husband want to have lunch here,” said Bu Nurlela.

“Iya Ma'am, later Kanaya help abis change clothes yes,” replied Kanaya.

“The book replace the same neat also sophistication yes, Neng,” said Mother asked.

“Yes? Why emang? Would like to cook,”

“Hmmm .. yaudah, abis ripe just change his good clothes,” continued the mother changed her mind.

“Yeah, dear dong Bu. This is a dress like to dipake college or go, time to make it to the kitchen as well.”

“This you change house clothes first, later new clothes that bagusan if already finished cooking. Oh, shower all andan.”

“Ihhh ... What's the matter, Mom? How complicated is very, Kanaya was told to change his mulu clothes. Where are you going?”

“Gak anywhere, at home only. Udah, according to the words of Mother,” said the mother did not want to be denied and immediately left Kanaya.

Ck! His brothers where the hell, the house is very quiet. Auah~ bodo time, his mother wants to play what secrets are with him.

Kanaya walks into her room and closes the door to change clothes before helping her into the kitchen.

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“What do you cook, Bu?” kanaya asked who appeared with a short-sleeved shirt and velvet pants.

“Sweet cooking is like it, Neng. But I also do not know what, still confused,” replied Ibu Nurlela while weeding basic kitchen spices.

Kanaya pulled out her phone and started surfing the internet to find a menu that is easy and fast to cook. Meanwhile, Nurlela's mother noticed her son, with a smile that held something of meaning.

“What material is Bu?” ask Kanaya.

“Ya, because not long ago shopping so the material is still quite a lot,” replied the potluck Mother.

Kanaya approached the refrigerator and saw the contents, then she opened the vegetable box and saw Corn.

“How to cook Vegetables Asem, Bu?” kanaya asked as she lifted the corn.

“As far as you are,” replied the Mother of his sect.

“Time is up to Kanaya anyway, Bu?”

“And you want to cook.”

“Well, how is Kanaya cooking? Where are you going?”

“That's gonna be a guest up front, so I have to be with you. Or do you want to join?”

Hmmm ... That's a trick question, right? Let him get stuck in the kitchen. If I think so, how else? There was no other choice, he had to cook. “Yah~ is mah emang Ibu deliberately let Kanaya who cook,” accuse Kanaya to the Mother but the tone sounds like sulking.

The mother just chuckled.

Uda, this must have been planned.

“Nih, I've helped peel the seasoning. Do not overcook it, the guest will wait. Dah, Mother back to the front, yes Neng. Her cooking lackeys, do not make a scene,” said the mother gave her daughter.

“Iya,” replied Kanaya with a pouting face.

Okay, so kanaya ready first the ingredients that she will use later. In addition to vegetables for Vegetables Asem, Kanaya took out Fish Cobs and Tempe from the refrigerator –, the plan is that the two ingredients will be ordinary fried. Then in addition he will make Sambal Terasi.

“Bismillah,” said Kanaya before putting the Coke Fish he had seasoned into a frying pan filled with Tempe frying oil. And he took a safe distance.

Ughhhh! The laziest if you have to fry, afraid of the oil.

“Aww!!” screeches when the Fish flips and the oil hits his arm. “Ouch!! Well, can blister the forehead,” messed up Kanaya while rubbing her arms.

Kanaya shrunk the stove a little and walked towards the refrigerator, then she took the Aloe Gel and applied it on the surface of the oil-exposed skin evenly.

*) Please note; applying Odol, Oil, Margarine, Ice and Egg White does not help to overcome burns as many know. Instead, it aggravates to become an irritation or infection of the skin.

Afterwards Kanaya returned to the stove, but this time with body security. A large lid of the pot he made a shield, not forgetting the gloves that wrapped up to the base of his arm.

One more hour.

Yah~ is not bad-bad very time he spent to serve the three simple dishes. Then Kanaya arranged it at the dinner table, before she went to see her mother to tell her that the food had been served. After that, he returned to the room to prepare with good clothes according to his mother's request.

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“Ngapain Bu?”

“We ate together.”

“Eee, why would Naya eat together? Same mother Father,” reject it.

“Bu Ranti requested. Udah, buru.”

I don't know what the two mothers want, after asking to cook –now also eat together.

About five minutes later, Kanaya came out of her room and visited the kitchen.

“Come Nak Naya, we all eat together –kan you have bothered to cook, time not to eat. My husband also deliberately came here because he was curious about you,” said Bu Ranti.

Huh huh? Real ones? Wondering if this Dean is the same as him?

“Soalah right yesterday you cook Soto in my son's place, I also bring your cooking to the house and eat with family. My kids keep saying, your cooking is good and they want to know who is cooking. But because my son has no time to play here, so I bring my husband first deh,” explained Bu Ranti.

Kanaya smiled faintly. “I'm still learning too, Mom,” Kanaya replied.

“Ya already, we just eat yes,” invite Mr. Haris –sang Father.

They had lunch quietly and occasionally chatted, except for Kanaya of course.

Without taste, each plate is clean from food. Next became part of Kanaya back to tidy up and wash dishes. While the parents had already abandoned him, moved to the terrace.

‘Arg! Kanaya kangen Sofi, if again gini. You see Adeknya who likes to fill the plate after eating,’ complains Kanaya while rubbing the dishes.

“Neng!” call the Mother.

“YA?” sahut Kanaya half-screamed without looking.

“This is Ranti's mother and her husband want to go home,” tell Bu Nurlela.

“Ya ... briefly,” replied Kanaya then rinsed her hand from the soap.

Kanaya follows the mother to the terrace, where Dad and his two guests are.

“Nak Naya, Same mother I said back home yes. Thanks for lunch, good! If you can mah, want me to take it home,” said Bu Ranti who tucked a joke. “But then yes, you cook again at the house of Mother,” he continued now full of hope.

“Alhamdulillah, if my cooking is acceptable. Yes Ma'am, God willing, Kanaya will cook again,” repaid Kanaya and crucified the back of Bu Ranti's hand, only after that to Mr. Arifin.

“Bapak also thank you, it has been well-hosted. Yes, I am also waiting for you to play at home. And hopefully your lecture is smooth,” said Mr. Arifin.

After saying goodbye, the husband/wife left Kanaya's house. His parents had already returned to the house, while Kanaya had just closed the gate.

“Bu!” call Kanaya as she runs over.

Nurlela was waiting for the princess. “Why, Neng?”

“Mother, what is Bu Ranti with her husband to come to our house?”

“Yes, play aja. Time cannot,” replied Ibu Nurlela.

“Masa? Naya felt something was up. Anyway every time I met Miss Ranti, Naya kept thinking strangely. Especially now her husband also came, where the Dean knew in his nanya campus,” grumbled.

“Quietly, later if smoothly, I tell you to Eneng,” replied the Mother relaxed.

“Ih~ the real Mom! That was Miss Ranti said she wanted to take her other family as well. Who else try later who will come, keep knowing Kanaya also. Oath yes Ma'am, Naya was not diginiin.”

“No one will want to mess with you, Neng. I assure you, they are good people,” replied Mother and rubbed Kanaya's cheek.

“Not that Bu, Naya means,” urged.

“Well yes, Mom comes in first.”

Kanaya let out a sigh, and she returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

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You should be suspicious, Kanaya. Please be prepared.

Btw, in the previous part there were those who thought that it was Mr. Adhi.

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