The Marine Heart Pier
LIFE LESSONS
His wet hair instantly dried up due to the smoke coming out of his head. For a long time he can be bald standing if this continues, his stomach has been rumbling, whether it's solo keroncong or protol keroncong, since his small stomach asked for nutrition and energy sources.
He glanced over the wall, where the clock indicated the time of almost maghrib. Inevitably this woman went back into the kitchen and thought about how to cook. The rough leg hit successfully made the underground residents quake.
He took an egg from the refrigerator.
"Where is this show?" he circulated the view to all inches of the kitchen and found the wide tat pan was busy hanging pretty on the wall beside the pot. What a pity, with Rayyan hanging his ears hooked on a nail.
Eirene put the pan right on the stove and turned it on. His hands stretched out to take the oil in a 2-liter bottle that read Bibir MOnyonk LIma mili.
"What is the oil?" Eirene poured the oil without ethics, until one-third she put it in a pan. Swim-swimming deh tuh telor, if you need Eirene will love buoys so as not to slip.
Done with that, how tired are you?!
He was quite confused about the way he broke eggs, which he remembers chefs on television always seem to be easy to break eggs with one hand, so he will imitate their style.
The banging of the egg was to the stove table in any kind of collision from a car collision, "kalo said brother said bismillah first before doing something to make it smooth!" muttered.
Kreek!
Ambyarrr! The egg even broke into the skin and poured beautifully on the stove table.
"Yahhhh! How's ancur?!" Eirene felt disgusted and ran towards the bathroom, throwing away the mess from her.
The wajan had already puffed up the smoke of the oil sign that it was really hot, as soon as the woman was panic-stricken, "uh-eh-uhhh how is this?!" he even by reflex holding the pan ears, the intention of lowering it. But what power, people panic is sudden amnesia and be go, as a result his hands reddened by holding the handle of the pan.
"www! It's hot!" Irene blew on the reddened palm and fluttered it in the air.
After I say hay on a hot frying pan, he just woke up. Turn off the stove so as not to heat up, then he passed back into the bathroom and drowned his entire palm in the water. There were no puddles of tears or frustrating cries at this time, which he obviously wanted to quickly fry the eggs.
His brain was working, after a long time - although the burning sensation he still felt in his hands. Eirene restarted her efforts, this time with careful calculations. He took back an egg that was only 2 left in the refrigerator and broke it carefully on a warm oil pan. His head lowered for the sake of lighting the stove, not forgetting he reduced the size of the fire.
The egg began to explode with the heat of the oil and it made the Eyi away and aghast, like facing a pan terror bomb.
"Well-aaa-aaa!" he screamed with a spatula in his hand.
"It's really cooking what war is about!" Eirene took the jar of salt, this time she was not careless by feeling it first, after it was felt quite salty like the taste of sweat she was sure if it was salt.
With hesitant hands, he began to sprinkle it on the egg explosion, even hot oil had become acquainted with his smooth hands.
"www!" he immediately withdrew.
"That's right! Fucking alan! Hey telorr, just fighting yuk, here!" he's pissed off. Because it took too long to leave it unflipped, the bottom surface of the egg began to rub.
"Eh! Don't scab dong!" ask nagging.
After a dramatic struggle and a heated battle between him and the hot oil, finally a plate of eggs with a look quite make shudder pity presented on the plate, he said, then Eyi took the rice from the rice cokker in one centong warm mode.
Between silence and solitude, Eyi grapples with warm rice as well as her homemade egg clamp for the first time, the woman feels a mouthful, her smile splutters, "not bad!" he said, just ignore the messy kitchen and bathtub whose water is already murky.
His chest slowed down in the last few feedings, his heart slumped - so long he used to, whatever he wanted honey to always provide, there was no need to fend for himself until his skin and palms were flushed like this. In fact, Eyi is often angry if his wishes are not fulfilled honey, or there are mistakes that are not in accordance with his expectations.
He became guilty of the former manager and the person he had considered like his own brother, sometimes Eyi was wasting food just because he did not like it. Though there is an effort that is not easy behind the making, now he can feel it.
Well water can be pumped again, that means he can use the sink. Eyi brought his old plate to eat with a glass for him to wash.
"What's the soap all the way?" muttered monologues. In his mind more is cleaner, right? He pulled his lips smiling wide.
Eirene heartlessly poured dishwashing liquid until she was inundated, and squeezed the sponge until it completely removed the foam. Let alone plates and glasses, this can be made to purify the former eating a battalion.
Eirene rubbed it off, for fear of having her nail art peeled off, and sure enough whatever she did half-heartedly and thought more about herself then the result would not be right.
"Geez!"
The plate in her hand felt slippery and fell from the handle, shards were thrown and hit her beautiful legs.
"Awwww!" he withdrew from the next mess.
"Yahoooo!" he screamed resignedly.
"You know ahhhh!" he ran into the room looking for a P3k box, "the naro branch where is the P3K box ?" the woman nodded and opened the whole closet door in this house.
He found a P3K box, his eyes sparkling and opened it.
"Ck!" he sat on the edge of the bed wearing plaster.
"Bang Ray is with me! I was left with no basic knowledge of survival! Less aj ar no!" his nag.
"Take it back! I won't open the door!" smith again.
"Ohhhhh!!" he screamed with annoyance until he threw a pillow at the door of the room because he was upset with Rayyan. His palms were flushed and his arms were cut open by hot oil splashes and his feet were scratched by broken plates just because they were gnarled with eggs.
Rayyan walked towards her house, it was almost 23:30 p.m.
Rayyan several times yawned, from a few meters only he could see now the porch lights fluorescent, a sign that his house was no longer quiet now. He chuckles little, impatiently seeing Eirene-si beautiful model jantong hate brother. It was clear how his expression when ranting at the porch guard, he laughed himself in the middle of the night, want to call mbak kun.
At most now Eirene was sleeping, looking like an adorable big baby.
His hands opened the fence, then re-locked the fence. The pace of the delta shoes enters the terrace.
His eyebrows frowned when the door handle could open just like that, without anyone locking. Did Eirene forget to lock the door?
He widened the door leaf and saw in his pitch-black house without a single speck of illumination. His chest started pounding, his eyebrows swooping in worry.
"Daddy?!" he called, but there was no answer from the woman.
"Yrene!" rayyan called him back and looked for the light switch.
Cetrek!
Gedebugghhh !!!!
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