The Heart of Old Menjakaka
58. Tastier
Steven took a few steps back, then saw Citra who was pouring a bowl of eggs on a frying pan.
"Don't all you pour," Steven said.
"Yes, Om." Citra nodded, she then took a wooden suntil and tried to flip the mature looking egg.
However, Citra's hand movements were so stiff that the egg seemed hard to turn around that the dish swayed. Steven who saw it was also anxious, afraid also if later the frying pan fell and could hit the legs or limbs of another image.
Quickly Steven again stood behind Citra, then held one of the handles of the anti-heat pan and his right hand touched the hand of Citra holding a wooden stick. Slowly he helped me turn it around.
"If you cook, don't be stiff, Cit. Rich dried kanebo know, no," grumbled Steven.
"His name is first, Om."
"Ah just ngelesle you, a lot of people who first cook but immediately can," said Steven upset, but no response from Citra. The girl was silent for fear that she would talk wrong.
In the end Steven stood behind Citra and helped her until the cooking session ended, but occasionally he stole the opportunity to be able to kiss Citra's hair without the knowledge of the owner.
"I want to pour soy sauce on it, but not a lot" Steven said, staring at the omelet on the plate, then inhale the fragrant aroma and immediately make his stomach sound because of hunger.
"Yes." Yeah." Citra nodded, then looked around for soy sauce.
"Serve at the dinner table, don't forget rice as much as drinking water."
"Water is cold?" ask Citra.
"Yes, but before that you clean up the kitchen. I don't like messy things." Steven's eyes stared at the messy steelwork.
"Yes." Yeah." The image nodded obediently, he immediately crouched down and took some of the items and put them where they were. Also with some stuff on the kitchen table.
Steven sat his butt on the chair where the dining table was, then shortly heard the sound of the incoming chat notification and it was from Fira. The girl sent me a picture where she was taking a picture with papa and Steven's mom.
Instantly the handsome man commented a smile. Her chest was warm to see the photo, what else with the smiles of her parents who looked so sweet and comfortable close to the girl.
'It turns out besides being close to Mama ... Fira is also close to Papa. It's good that it's like that.'
"Look for a meal, Om," Citra said and immediately shocked Steven. He immediately flipped the screen of the phone on the table, then stared at the neatly presented Citra cuisine on the table.
"You're the one cooking this, too?" steven asked as he pressed the rice onto his plate. Then save a few grains to check whether it is mature or not.
"Yes, Om. But I haven't tasted it ripe or not. Cook the button and it sounds." The image pulled up a chair then sat in front of Steven.
"It looks like it's ripe."
Citra took the rice for herself, then put a soy sauce omelet on it. He also gave 3 pieces of omelet on Steven's plate just above his rice.
"Om sure you want to finish all the eggs? Don't you want Om Ajis to eat here?" ask the image with an uncertain face. The eggs on the plate look a lot.
"Well, why do you say Ajis mulu, I can really talk about it." Steven snorted angrily, then cut the egg with a spoon while watching the seasoning on it. Chilies and onions are cut look big and the pieces are not neat. "Onion slices are just as ugly, Cit. This is if it is sold it will not sell."
"The name was first made, Om. Yes, understand."
"You give me this same salt pepper, don't you?" The spoon containing the egg was already near his lips, but he hesitated to devour it directly.
"Yes, Om." Imagra.
"Where can you tell the difference between salt and pepper? You're gonna sprinkle sugar again" said Steven, in disbelief.
"Cobain first, I fit put into the egg tasting first a little Om."
Steven opened his mouth, then devoured the piece of the egg. And instantly his eyes sparkled. One word in his heart was 'ENAK'
"How's it feel, Om?" ask Citra while chewing her food, her eyes also sparkle with amazement because the atmosphere is good. He did not expect—if he could cook a good omelet for the first time. "Well, that's delicious. It's rich in eggs in restaurants."
The proud image immediately took his phone in his pocket, then immortalized a large plate of omelet. Do not forget to take pictures with Steven while raising his hand in the form of the letter V near the cheek. Judging by her husband's expression, she also did not even look at the camera.
"Display photographed everything?" ask Steven.
"Yes for a memento, it's my first time cooking and it tastes good."
"Lebay you, Cit."
"Let's just say it." They continued eating until they finished. It was clear Steven was eating so voraciously and that big plate of omelettes he actually spent going inside the stomach.
The image immediately stood up, then cleaned up the dirty dishes. Stacking it up so it's easy to carry.
"You're washed, don't tell me you can't wash dishes either."
"Can, Om. Washing dishes is easy." With a sweet smile, she walked towards the kitchen. Her face was very cheerful, she was happy to be cooking for Steven.
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"Om .. Does this mean I can meet Mama Sindi tomorrow?" asked Citra to Steven who was sitting on the sofa watching television, he was looking forward to meeting his mother Steven.
"Not yet" Steven replied without turning his head and focusing on watching the ball show.
"And I've cooked before, not yet?"
"Did you forget what I said?" Steven looked at the image for a moment.
"About what?"
"Being my Mama's dream daughter-in-law, there are still many things you can't do. You can also just fry eggs. Smart cooking means you can cook anything, Cit."
"Let's take a cooking course, Om."
"You're going to college, you're going to disrupt study time."
"Search for the afternoon."
"Yes, if you want me to find it. Oh yeah, you've memorized the prayer reading yet?"
"Udah, what's wrong? Want to get tested now?"
"Tomorrow, all morning prayers. You wake up around 4 o'clock tomorrow. Anyway just as I knocked on your bedroom door you were awake. But we'll just pray in my room."
The image is spirited. "Okay, now I'm going to go to the room first, Om. Good night."
"You want to sleep? It's late afternoon." Steven stared at the wall clock that showed at 8 p.m. He also felt like he still wanted to chat with Citra.
"I want to watch Drakor first, Om, before going to bed. There's a new drakor release. The player is very handsome, dear if late."
"Who am I better?" asked Steven curiously.
...Dih, whatan, anyway. 🙈...
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