The Married With Dangerous Boy
21. Not Martha's Cuisine

Martha waited for a phone call from Alesha. He's moving around in no direction. Pacing back and forth is like a game of snakes on his phone.

"Relieve, Sha!"

Martha glanced at her watch. If Alesha does not pick up the phone and immediately give an answer, the girl will definitely be exposed to new problems.

Phone not picked up. Martha clucked slowly. He stared at Alesha's name on his phone.

"Gue go straight there." Disconnecting.

He hurriedly picked up his bag and went straight to Alesha's house.

...***...

Zafran. He awoke from his sleep when he smelled the delicious aroma of cooking.

"The smell is tempting,"

Zafran tried to get up even though his head still felt a little dizzy. He lifted his blanket and went to the sink.

Zafran shuddered amusedly at the sight of his dull and squishy face. He hasn't cleaned his body for two days.

He kissed his armpit. "Asem," said he.

The guy took a brush, brushed his teeth. Then Zafran took a towel and took a bath with warm water.

On the other hand, Alesha was sauteing special fried rice seasoning for her breakfast. As for breakfast Zafran, he has cooked spinach vegetables.

Since Zafran was still not fully healed, Alesha had to cook a healthy meal for him. Alesha doesn't care if she eats fried food, which is important she is full.

His eyes glanced at the phone that was ringing, Martha called him but, Alesha deliberately did not pick him up. "Surely Gavin's stock," Alesha bobbed her head.

He remembered that today he had to prepare provisions for Gavin. Though Gavin told Martha to cook it herself, but the girl still asked him to cook provisions.

Because Alesha is a good friend and helpful, Alesha cooks fried rice in large portions. If Martha comes here, she'll take her to breakfast together.

After he finished frying the rice, he prepared some food on the table and also prepared provisions for Gavin.

The girl had taken a shower in the morning, more precisely at dawn. But now his sweat is pouring out. Body sultry.

"Gerah," Alesha took off her apron. The AC is broken.

Alesha also washed some dirty kitchen utensils.

Zafran came out of the room, he walked into the kitchen. His nose inhaled deeply the smell of food. His eyes sparkled when he saw some food on the table.

"Looks good,"

Zafran's eyes went around, he looked at Alesha who was washing dishes, the guy walking towards him.

Sweat filled Alesha's face and neck. Zafran blinked quickly, then he developed a smile. Then the guy hugged Alesha from behind, making the owner jump in shock and stop the activity of washing the dishes.

Alesha looked back. "Zafran!" reproofing.

Zafran chuckled, he further tightened his embrace. "Next,"

Alesha gulped her saliva. His body was stiff as if he was stung by high voltage electricity. Especially at this time Zafran inhaled the scent that came out from Alesha's body deeply.

Zafran brought the face close to the neck. Alesha felt amused. He dodged a little but was held back by Zafran.

"Geli, Zafran!"

Alesha could not continue her activities if Zafran continued to make out with her.

"Gue still has to wash the dishes."

"Jaudah continue," said Zafran still faithfully hiding in Alesha's neck. His eyes were tightly shut enjoying this rare moment.

Alesha exhaled a long breath. He could only stop and continue washing the dishes.

Zafran opened his eyes, he let go of his embrace when he heard the sound of knocking on the door.

"Who?"

Alesha shrugged her shoulders. "No idea, open the door."

Zafran clucked slowly. He walked towards the door. "Bother!"

Alesha chuckles.

Roughly, Zafran opened the door. A girl smiled widely and waved at Zafran.

"For Zafran, which Alesha?"

Without permission and permission from the owner, Martha entered the house. He went straight to Alesha.

"You're a brash." Zafran.

"Alesha, why don't you pick up my phone? You're gonna promise to make me-" Alesha shut Martha's mouth.

He looked at Zafran who was looking at him suspiciously. Alesha laughed softly. "Have you come?"

Martha releases Alesha's hand. "Judah, I came because you didn't pick up my phone!" the upset.

"I happen to cook a lot, you want breakfast? All I bring stock, because if it's noon, fried rice will be stiff, I don't like," Alesha looked at Zafran, "can you, Zaf?"

Zafran nodded then sat on the chair with a lazy look.

Now Martha understood what Alesha meant to say. "Okay, I agree."

The girl sat down opposite Zafran and directly sucked a few rice puffs onto her plate.

...***...

Martha held her lunch in the school hallway while clearing her throat. "The stomach is full, too, glad,"

The girl jumped up and down a little. His face showed a smile filled with excitement. The things he brought also swayed here and there.

"Let's all, friends and hooks," Martha sang a Boria song she heard from her favorite Upin-Ipin cartoon.

"Boria likes us to kick,"

"It's just, like, a joke,"

"For all, as entertainment,"

"Ewahho.."

Without Martha noticing a Gavin was walking behind her. The guy looked ahead. His fists twinkled at Martha's actual behavior. When he was around her, the girl could not even speak clearly, always stuttering and nervous.

But in fact now, he was even excited like he had earned millions overnight.

"It's a good thing that Alesha is reliable."

Gavin's forehead is wrinkled. Her ears were healthy, and clearly she heard the word Alesha coming out of Martha's mouth.

Gavin wondered what made Martha mention Alesha's name. What made Martha rely on Alesha? Gavin did not want to ask directly. All he could do was eavesdrop from behind.

"If only the gecko knew I couldn't cook, it could be chili,"

"Tokkey?" monologue Gavin. "Who's the gecko?"

"You're Alesha, if I need supplies."

Gavin stepped closer a few centimeters behind Martha. "Oh so, this is Alesha's stock?"

Martha reflexes nodded. "Iyups, special provisions from Alesha that I have to give"

Martha stopped her words as she turned her head, Gavin's face suddenly being nearby.

"G-gavin?"

Gavin raised one eyebrow. "So?"

Martha gulped her saliva with great difficulty. He closed his eyes while biting his lower lip. "I mean, this is a special provision that must be given to Zafran." Martha developed a big smile.

"Why is Alesha so hard to stock up? Don't they live together?"

Martha widened her eyes. Now he doesn't know if he should lie. "T-tadi Zafran left first,"

Gavin. He took Martha's hand and pulled her away.

"Where are you going, Vin?"

"Zafrani."

Martha is perfect. He did not expect that Gavin would take him to Zafran.

Stupid, Zafran is my same class. If Gavin knows Zafran's permission to get sick, then it's a problem. Argha! Why anyway?

Martha bit her lip. What if Gavin gets angry? Martha had to think of a way to evade. He must think quickly.

Gavin stopped, Martha stopped.

"Where's zafran?" gavin asked his classmates.

"Zafran did not come, he was sick" Qia replied.

Die me! Martha closed her eyes tightly.

"Thank you,"

Gavin releases Martha's hand. He leaned against the wall while crossing his chest. One of his legs crossed.

"Hows it? Is there an explanation?"

Martha shook her head.

"From tomorrow, you have to prepare for me."

Martha looks up. His eyes glare. "But Vin, I can't cook."

Gavin moved his face. "Gue doesn't care!"

"Can't the punishment be changed other than cooking?"

Gavin. "Except,"

"Except?" Martha repeated Gavin's statement.

"If you want to learn to cook with me."

Martha's mouth was wide open. "Study cook the same lo?"

Gavin nodded.

Martha shook her head quickly. "No! From tomorrow, I'll be ready for my own. But now, you have this breakfast first," Martha handed Gavin a stock of fried rice. Enter the classroom with an empty mind.

Gavin received the supplies made by Alesha with pleasure. The guy's got a smirk smile. "Bad chick, but I'm just playing lo,"

...***...