
Arriving at home, Zia immediately got down from Zio's car and immediately brought the ingredients of the cake to the kitchen. When he arrived at the living room, he remembered something that had to be conveyed to the man. Zia turned around, finding Zio who was seen just about to enter the room.
“Your mother said pick up her phone, she has called you many times but not picked up,” Zia said. After saying that, he went straight to the kitchen.
“What should I do? Is pastry the only option?” Zia weighed in while putting all the ingredients on the table. He tapped his index finger on his chin, his habit when thinking.
Shortly thereafter, he snapped a finger. “Ah, I better make fudgy brownies only. I can make three pans, one pans for the chefs there. They should try my.” Zia smiled broadly.
After that he immediately took out some ingredients such as chocolate dark, butter, refined sugar, cocoa powder, eggs, wheat flour and cooking oil on the table. Zia turned around, picked up the apron and put it on before starting to cook. After all the materials were available, Zia started heating the oven to 170 degrees centigrade for fifteen minutes. The woman also took a baking sheet, then covered it with margarine and coated it with bread paper.
It is seen that Zia is very deft in doing this work. He began melting chocolate first by mixing it with margarine in a bowl.
“I'll go again to the office, what are you doing?” zio asked as he watched the food his wife was making.
“Fudgy brownies,” replied Zia while breaking about two eggs into a bowl.
“Ah. If you come out tell me first.”
Zia looked up. “Why should I say?”
“Say me. You know my number, ‘kan?”
“Alright, if you remember.”
After that Zia did not have any interest in looking at Zio anymore, and she immediately continued making her brownies. Quite often Zia made brownies because she had opened pre-orders when she had not worked at a restaurant, so she was adept at doing this without the need to see the composition on a media page. Until the final stage, when the material has been stirred flat, Zia began to pour it on the pan until flat, after which she decorated it with a topic in the form of slices of almond chocho chips. Once tidy, the baking sheet begins to be put in the oven for up to fifteen minutes. And it should still be baked for about twenty minutes at a low temperature afterwards.
About an hour later, Zia had already taken the brownies out of the oven. He made three pans that were each equally large. After the brownies have cooled, take the rectangular box and begin to put in it. Not to forget, Zia also sowed it with grated cheese.
“Ah, very pretty. I'll give this to Mada tomorrow if she has lunch at the office. I don't want to have a debt of gratitude to someone,” he said as he closed the box, then set aside.
While the other two pans, he put them in another box. One for Zio, another for a friend at the restaurant. Zia didn't know if Zio liked it or not, nor did she ask. It was just an initiative because he had used his kitchen.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, Zia was watching television in the living room while enjoying a box of her homemade mango pudding. Only this time he could take a day off from work at the restaurant. Usually at seven still have to make a menu for customers, now he does not want to waste time to relax.
Five minutes later Zia saw Zio who had just emerged from the living room. He looked at Zia, “What did you eat? Did you make me dinner?” zio asked as he stepped closer towards Zia.
“No, but I make you brownies if you want. But if you want another dinner, I can make it for you,” he replied as he put the pudding box on the table.
“Oh, I eat brownies only if so,” he said. “Where?” continued.
“In the kitchen, blue box. Don't grab the chocolate box.” Zia warned, perhaps later Zio would take part in Mada. However, Zio's share is larger than Mada's.
“Whoever,” replied Zia.
When Zia wanted to switch channels, her gawai suddenly rang short. Zia immediately took it from the table and saw Mada's name on the screen.
Mada
Zia, do you have an empty schedule today? I'd like to take you for a walk. I knew tonight there would be an event in the square, so it was very crowded there. Do you want to come along? I'm alone, so if you want to be with me, I'm very happy.
Zia thought for a moment. If he accepts Mada's offer, he can give her the brownies tonight and he can also get out for a while. During her stay here, not once did Zia go for a walk, her life was only about the kitchen restaurant and room while resting. After a bit of thought, Zia immediately typed a reply on the man.
Zia
You can, you just wait at the stop. I'll be there later. But sorry if I wait a little longer, I'll get ready first.
Mada
It'sit's okay. I'll be waiting for you.
Zia immediately stood up from her seat, then entered the room quickly. He closed the door, and began to take a white dress patterned with small flowers. After that, Zia used a thin powder once just because it did not seem too natural. Taken pink lipstick, then polish it on the lips fill it to make it look more beautiful. The woman stood in front of the mirror, when she made sure that she was neat, her steps immediately went out of the room to the kitchen to pick up the brownies.
Zio who was originally watching the broadcast, turned his head towards Zia and placed his brownie box reflex on the table as the fragrant gum coming from Zia fragrance oil smelled by her. “Where are you going?” zio asked as soon as Zia flashed behind him.
“You go for a minute,” he replied. He walked towards the kitchen, picked up a spunbond, and began to put a brownie box into it. “It seems like nothing is left behind anymore, alright now I go straight out.” He took spunbond, and then he came back out.
“Where are you going?” Zio stood up while folding his hands in front of his chest, looking at Zia deeply.
“I'll be out for a while, maybe I'll be home for the night,” Zia replied.
“Where are you going? Same who? Home what time?” asked Zio in a row, he seemed impatient with Zia's half-and-half answer.
“You want to know?” ask Zia to make sure.
Zio nodded quickly.
“Mada, I'll be out with him tonight. So, maybe going home tonight.”
“Mada?”