The Marine Heart Pier
THE NEXT CHEF RENATA

"Om, thank you very much! Later in the afternoon Eyi want to go out Markormar take cash, Eyi 400 debt, right?" his question was turning the key as if turning the wheel of life, he had a little trouble opening the door - maybe because this old house was a little jammed should be a history museum alone thought Eyi. This woman is pushing a little with deep energy.

"Yes ma'am" nods Maliq did not want to say much, because he was not good at talking bokis to others.

"Then I resign, ma'am," he said before Eyi acted more and could make him die of irritation.

"Yes," replied Eyi bringing her groceries inside, the woman immediately slid into the kitchen to arrange a vegetable layout in the refrigerator. He smiled, happy is simple, make people dizzy early in the morning 7 perimeter pinjeman nyari plus a colorful refrigerator like a rainbow in the afternoon already can make Eyi mute.

Now the Eirene refrigerator is full of vegetables, in a neat arrangement rich in neat eyelashes. There is green, white, orange, yellow only one favorite color that is not there, pink-pink makes the gemes absent from the refrigerator. What vegetables are pink?

Eirene stared at the rest of the groceries that turned out not to fit even though it had been arranged in such a way until the insistence on the refrigerator shelf like angkot passengers. Then the rest must be what he does, can't possibly be thrown away right?

"You are banished, Mubadzir, have your cape-capes been purchased when they were discarded?!"

But then the light glowed out of his snarled brain, while diving drinking water-he could learn to cook while alms, iye right?! Great idea, it's been most sinter bininya Rayyan if kill people slowly.

He immediately typed a message on Wiwit asking for recipes and how to cook.

From the morning srangenge to bedug lohor, Eyi anteng in the kitchen. I don't know what he is doing even the cockroaches are reluctant to bother him afraid to get hit.

Finally he found a new toy that is more exciting like a 5-year-old child in addition to playing models and mothers with Rayyan. The beautiful face was sweating because it took too long to face the temperature of the stove that was hot beyond the heart of the former. Think of it as a sauna, even though his face will smell of onions and smoke.

"Done up!" he put some of his cooking in the lunchbox, to take it to the office - he would share a little fortune with a team of Maliq co-workers, subordinates who were in the auspices of the platoon were in Rayyan's command.

"Bring first in order not to smell like ash!" muttered.

The water shed all the dirt that stuck to Eyi's body. He is already good friends with a hose that he considers as an emergency shower. You could say slowly that Eyi had accepted the situation of being at papa smurf's headquarters.

Without having to dress up to a short eyebrow pencil, this woman is already beautiful from the zygote. Instead he looks more beautiful if only wearing thin makeup, like still new abege netes.

Viewed self-reflection in a lavender dress, her hair is just a stall without any additional accessories, if usually she will find a red mark on the neck, he said, so it's been a few days since her neck is smooth white without a stubborn stain.

His gaze turned towards the reflection of the mirror, holding the necklace and ring he wore, "bang Rayyan when he returned, I have a very rich chicken!"

He let out a rough breath, getting used to himself should make Eirene not complain much. This is the ninja path he must enjoy now, not to be regretted but to be grateful for. Grateful her mother-in-law often contact although sometimes her innate Salwa umi likes to be angry. Angry if Eyi cooks up, angry that Eyi prefers fast food. And of course angry if Eyi to delay pregnancy-pregnancy? He glanced at the flat stomach, just married 2 weeks.

Eirene stood up, grabbed a knit sweater in line with her knee-length dress so contrasted with Eirene's white skin. He must be smart to maintain his attitude and self outside when Rayyan is not there.

Although the outfit under the flip flops, but do not get me wrong brand Christian Dior, can smile proudly asphalt road markormar is stepped on tuh sandal!

With a paper bag containing the results of his experiments cooking Eirene walked towards the office, from a distance seen the office building standing gallantly.

"Aunt Ulfa!" call Eyi to know someone passing by. Let alone Ulfa, even all who were there turned towards the arrival of the angel of the heaven of people, including Nindi, Diana, and Marina.

"Mother Eirene," the resting Ulfa returned a greeting and approached Eirene who was walking towards her.

Called the same famous person, why it feels rich there are sweet things like that! Ulfa smiled.

"Loh, mom! Isn't Ray's bang outside duty anymore?" her eyebrows furrowed between her bobbing hair. While Eirene, obviously her hair is long with curly style at the end of the color a little bit of blustery due to hair toning. These two women are like two sides of different coin, one like barbie, the other soldier despite the age of both of them only a year, if Eyi 23 years then Ulfa 24 years.

"Yes, it's been a week since Eyi was left! Yes, yes!" eyi's nods.

Ulfa smiled, "risk soldier wife ma'am."

Nindia smiled wryly every time she saw Eirene, understand the artist, would not be as tough as she was, still good not to kill herself! Try Rayyan first to prefer it! It is certain that he will be a versatile and not spoiled wife.

"Keep mom here for what?" ask Ulfa.

"You'll see Maliq!"

"Oh, bang Maliq. It's in the field again, same team!" the direction of Eirene's view turned according to Ulfa's index finger.

"Oh, yes. Thanks!" Eirene ran towards the field where there was a team practicing physically while sunbathing in broad daylight like this. He spread his gaze, not finding the adjutant.

"Sorry om-om, anyone see Maliq?" ask Eirene. When the juniors turned, "there's captain's mom, Maliq's bang is-"

"Mom!" The voice startled Eirene from behind her.

"Astagfirefull!"

Eyi hits Maliq's arm, "just start! Where's Maliq abis from?"

"Define ma'am, I'm out of the front porch!"

"Well? Not physical anymore?" ask Eirene.

"Sorry mom, pay off the debt." Honestly grimacing.

"Om Maliq has a debt? Ck-ck! Pay me don't be shy!" the reply, made Maliq menggelos, the debt is also there debt!

"Ijin asked ma'am, what's the matter with you here?" ask Maliq.

Eirene smiled widely, don't blame Maliq who frowned when Eirene smiled, because in fact if this woman smiled widely there would definitely be a furore that happened next.

"It just so happens, again on a get-together right! I'm in for lunch too! Nih Eyi bring side dishes to eat!" Eyi took off his sandals and made them as a seat.

"Yetoo!" he handed me some boxes on the grass. The juniors turned their heads towards the lunch box that Eyi had brought.

"Well, good mom! Take lunch-rarely-rarely-a good gini boss's wife!" say one of them. Maliq itself has swallowed heavy saliva.

Maliq has cleared his throat, "thank you ma'am, I and my colleagues will eat after the completion of the activity." Diplomatic response.

Eirene scowled, "kok later?! Now dong, cobain! You want to know how the first of Eyi's cooks were!"

Jakun Maliq up and down, so heavy trials become a captain aide. Perhaps he will consider this as a candradimuka crater, or the process of grazing themselves to become a tough soldier.

"The hunt!" jolt Eirene firmly, no husband and wife equally fierce thought.

"Yes mom-yes!" should he make an inheritance first?

Eirene handed the spoon towards Maliq, while Maliq looked at his fellow interlocutors with a pushy look.

Scoop of stir fry the results of the cooking experiment of his superior wife.

Hap!

He closed his eyes to immediately swallow and skip the taste in his tongue. But a moment later, his tongue could adjust the taste, "not bad--" he himself was astonished, usually if the scene on tv-tv cuisine of people who are just cooking for the first time is always like rat poison. Maliq then switched to chicken pieces of flour, he cut them, yes - even though they looked like he had a suicide bomb but the chicken was cooked, so it was safe to eat. It's just that he did not understand, the function of the flower of mustard plants that adorn beautiful on the chicken what? Do I want to look beautiful?

"Where's om?" eirene asked expectantly, she had even bitten her fingernails.

"Mom sure, it's your first time cooking?" ask Maliq while chewing.

Eirene nodded, "training every day, and it was just the same salmon meat - but Eyi knew which one was dead which one was bing-Eyi also did not bo do-bo do very much. It feels good before it is given to people" he replied. Do you know what Eirene is doing right now, she just wants to prove to people who always underestimate her, she said, the status of being a famous model and spoiled always makes people think if he is just a parasite for Rayyan, can not do anything, Eirene is too arrogant to be underestimated like that. He does not not not know the views of people from the beginning to see it, artist? Hmh! Surely it can't be anything, can only be mewek, can only be whole and instant, spoiled, anyway not a dream wife! People have seen it that way too long.

Eirene could not do anything for now, only one advantage, he was a reasonable man and willing to learn, not a primitive man who did not understand human language to just understand the teachings of Wiwit. Maliq could see the earnestness of an Eirene. Although he did not know how to behind the scene like, Rayyan's kitchen was like a house hit by a tsunami.

Finally one team can taste lunch with the famous model who is the wife of the captain in the field like a picnic.

"So good, huh, om? It didn't fail, did it?!" ask Eyi.

"Enak ma'am!" honesty apparently expensive stuff here, yes although not lying very - at least this food is still safe in the stomach does not make stomach acid rise, gastric acid, let's just say they're being fed at a naval hospital while suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes.

Eirene smiled as she gently rubbed both the backs of her hands and the skin of her feet that still felt sore due to blistering exposed to hot oil, there was a price she had to pay to prove it all, maybe this was his hidden talent all along that he had never realized.

Next time it will open more and more recipe book portals. Who knows, he's the next chef Renata!

"Ekhem! Picnic again?!" Eirene looked at the others.

His eyebrows frowned because of the sun's glare, "branch?"

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